It didn't take long for the police to show up. They asked questions before we left. The ambulance helped Deaton—he was a little injured but otherwise fine.
Something strange happened, though. Deaton looked at me like he knew me. It wasn't just a passing glance; it was like he recognized something in me. I was confused, but I decided to push it to the back of my mind. I'd deal with it after I handled Allison.
Once everything was said and done, I left and went home. Exhaustion weighed on me, so I crashed into bed without a second thought.
The Next Morning
When I woke up, last night's events ran through my mind. Derek is not wanted. Jackson still doesn't know about the supernatural world—not yet. And Allison and Scott's relationship? It seemed fine for now, but that might change after today.
After school, Allison was coming over to my house with Scott and Stiles. We needed to explain everything to her—without making her freak out. That was going to be the hardest part.
There was a reason I wanted to be the one to tell her the truth. If we didn't, her Aunt Kate would manipulate her, twist her into a weapon against us. I needed to make sure she didn't fall for Kate's lies—and, just as importantly, that she didn't start shooting arrows at my black ass when shit inevitably went down.
Another reason? I could train her. I didn't know much about archery, but hand-to-hand combat? That I could teach.
I decided to skip school today. I didn't feel like dealing with people. I just wanted a day to relax.
Nothing really happened while I was home. I watched TV, played some games, and let myself unwind.
The end of the day finally came, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Just as I was about to settle in, a sharp knock echoed through my house.
I already knew who it was.
Walking toward the door, I hesitated for only a second before gripping the handle and pulling it open.
There they stood—Allison, Scott, and Stiles.
I stepped aside, letting them in. They walked in cautiously, especially Allison, who looked like she had a million questions running through her head. We all sat down in my living room, the air thick with tension.
"What was that thing trying to kill us?" Allison asked, her voice laced with confusion and unease.
I leaned forward, my expression serious. "That was a werewolf. Specifically, an Alpha werewolf."
Allison blinked, letting out a short, nervous laugh. "You're joking, right?"
She turned to Scott and Stiles, expecting them to dismiss my words, but their solemn expressions told her otherwise.
"Allison," I said gently, "I know this is a lot to take in, but it's the truth. And we have proof."
She hesitated, glancing at Scott, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Proof?"
Scott took a deep breath and slowly let his eyes shift—his golden irises glowing in the dim light, his claws elongating slightly. Allison gasped, her body tensing as she instinctively recoiled.
"What the hell—" she muttered, staring at him in shock.
Scott quickly reverted back to normal. "It's still me, Allison," he said, his voice pleading for her to understand.
Her hands trembled slightly as she looked between all of us. "How? When did this happen?"
"The night in the woods," Scott admitted. "Something bit me. That's how I became… this."
Allison swallowed hard, trying to process everything. "And that thing last night, the Alpha—it's like Scott?"
I shook my head. "No. It's stronger. More dangerous. And it's the one that turned Scott."
She let out a shaky breath. "This… this is insane."
"It gets worse," I said, my tone firm but careful. "Your family? They hunt werewolves."
Allison's head snapped up. "What?"
Scott hesitated before adding, "Your dad. Your aunt. They're werewolf hunters, Allison."
She shook her head, standing abruptly. "No… No, my dad wouldn't—"
"They don't just hunt werewolves," I said. "They kill them."
Her breath hitched, her emotions swirling in her eyes—fear, anger, confusion.
"I need to go," she muttered, backing away.
"Allison—" Scott started, but she shook her head.
"I just… I need time to think."
I nodded, my voice calm. "Take your time. But please… be careful."
She hesitated for a second, then turned and rushed out the door.
Scott let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "That went about as well as I expected."
Stiles leaned back, exhaling. "Yeah, but at least she didn't scream and run out like a horror movie."
I stood, my mind already working through what came next. "Now, we just have to wait and see what she decides."
I looked at Scott, watching the way his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensed. He was still staring at the door Allison had just walked out of, probably running a thousand scenarios in his head about what she was thinking.
"Hey," I said, getting his attention. "Are you gonna be okay on the full moon?"
Scott nodded, his expression firm. "Yeah, I'm in control."
I raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? Last time, you almost tore Stiles apart."
Stiles immediately pointed at Scott. "Yeah, let's not forget that little detail!"
Scott sighed. "I know. But I've been practicing. And I think I've got a better handle on it now."
I watched him for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright. But if anything feels off, you tell us immediately. No, trying to handle this alone, got it?"
Scott hesitated, then nodded again. "Got it."
"Good," I said, leaning back. "Because if you lose control, I'm knocking you out."
Stiles grinned. "Oh, I'd pay to see that."
Scott rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile on his face. "Not gonna happen."
"Guess we'll see," I muttered. But deep down, I hoped he was right.