Chapter 32: Between Hunters and Wolves

Scott's POV

Scott's heart was still pounding after telling Allison everything. It felt like a massive weight had finally lifted, yet he was nervous, too. Allison was in his arms, wrapped up in his world of secrets. He looked into her eyes and gently asked, "Allison, how do you feel about all of this?"

She sighed, shaking her head slightly. "I don't know how to feel, Scott. Yesterday, I was just a normal high school girl worried about exams and what to wear, and now… the supernatural is real, my boyfriend's a werewolf, and—worse—my family hunts werewolves, like you… for centuries. And I'm supposed to be a hunter, Scott. How do you expect me to feel?"

Scott scratched the back of his head, searching for the right words to console her. "I'm… sorry I told you?" He cringed at how unsure he sounded.

Allison laughed, lightening the mood. "No, silly. I'm glad you told me. Just promise me… no more secrets, okay? We're in this together, right?"

Scott's face softened, and he felt the surge of relief in his chest. "Yeah. Together." He grinned and teased, "You know, I think you'll make one hell of a hunter." 

Allison raised her brows. "How so?"

Scott chuckled. "Well, you didn't even know you were a hunter, and you already caught a werewolf. And not just any werewolf—a very strong Alpha."

"Oh, really?" she said, smiling as she leaned closer. "And just how did I catch him?"

Scott's grin widened. "You stole my heart. Now, even if I wanted to escape, I couldn't."

She laughed. "That's cheesy… but I like it." They gazed at each other, and before they knew it, Scott leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss deepened, each of them forgetting the world for a few precious moments—until Scott's phone rang, startling them both.

Allison pulled back, glancing down at the buzzing phone. "Are you going to get that?" she teased.

Scott rolled his eyes. "Probably just Stiles… Can we ignore him?"

She laughed. "You should answer. Maybe it's urgent."

Scott groaned. "Fine. But if it's not, I swear, I'm going to kill him." He picked up the call. "Hey, Stiles. What's up? I'm… kind of busy."

Stiles's voice was fast, his tone urgent. "Where are you, dude? We need to meet. Like, right now."

"Can't it wait?" Scott asked, glancing at Allison with a hopeful smile.

"Well, if you're busy, I guess it's okay… but, you know, by the time you're done, half of Beacon Hills might be dead!"

Allison heard that and whispered in Scott's ear, "We can continue this later. Go see what's going on with Stiles." She playfully bit his ear.

"You're not making this easier," he murmured, smirking at her. 

Then he said to Stiles, "Alright, fine. Where are you?"

"Come to my house," Stiles replied quickly.

Scott sighed. "This better be important. If it's not, I'm beating your ass." He hung up and turned to Allison. "Let's go see what he wants."

"Am I coming too?" she asked, surprised.

Scott nodded. "Yeah, now that you know the truth about Beacon Hills, you should come. Besides… it'll give you a chance to see more of this world."

Allison grinned, clearly excited but trying to hide it. "Okay, let's go. But, Scott… does Stiles know?"

Scott laughed sheepishly. "Yeah, he knew before you."

Allison raised an eyebrow, pouting. "You told him first?"

Scott fumbled for an excuse, scratching the back of his head. "He was with me when… when I was bitten."

Allison eyed him suspiciously but then chuckled. "Fine. I believe you, for now." She sprinted towards his car, laughing as Scott chased after her. He caught up, scooping her up as she giggled and playfully spanked her. "That's for doubting me," he teased. Laughing, Allison clung to his back as he carried her to his Camaro.

They drove to Stiles's house, singing along to the music and laughing together until they arrived. Stiles was already waiting outside, pacing anxiously. The second Scott stepped out, Stiles grabbed him by the arm, pulling him to the side.

"Scott, why is Allison here?" he whispered, clearly panicked. "I need to talk to you about the Alpha and… other supernatural things."

Scott grinned. "She was with me when you called, and I've already told her everything."

"Everything?" Stiles asked, eyes wide. "Like, your wolfy side and all that?"

Scott nodded, and Stiles hit him on the back of his head. "Are you crazy? She's a hunter, as in… she hunts stupid-ass werewolves like you."

Scott chuckled. "She's not a hunter. And even if she were, she wouldn't hurt me."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Sure, and maybe she won't stab you at night, either."

Scott smirked. "No, the only one doing any stabbing will be me." He and Stiles burst into laughter, until Allison cleared her throat, standing there with her arms crossed.

"I'd appreciate it if you two idiots didn't talk about me like I wasn't here." She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but faking a stern look. "Now, Scott… what was that about stabbing?"

"Nothing, babe. Just Stiles being dramatic," Scott said quickly, trying to act innocent.

She give Scott a playful warning glare. "We'll talk about this later."

Scott scratched the back of his head, smirking. "Thanks a lot, Stiles. Now I'm in trouble."

Stiles grinned. "Hey, you did that to yourself, buddy."

As the banter died down, Stiles looked uncertainly at Allison, as if unsure whether he could really trust her with everything he was about to reveal.

Allison noticed, rolled her eyes and then smirked at Stiles. "Don't worry, Stiles. I'd never hurt Scott. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't." She looked at Scott, her cheeks pink. "Because, well…"

Scott reached over, taking her hand. "And I'd never hurt you, Allison." They shared a quiet, sweet look until Stiles interrupted, pretending to gag.

"Ugh, can you two please stop? You're hurting the feelings of a single person here."

Scott and Allison burst out laughing, and Stiles, despite his teasing, smiled. "Come on in," he said, leading them inside.

As they walked up to his room, Scott whispered to Allison, "Just a warning: Stiles's room is a bit… creepy."

Allison raised an eyebrow. "Creepy? How so?"

"He keeps crime scene files," Scott explained, smirking. "He swipes them from his dad and copies them. You might find pictures of dead people lying around."

Stiles turned around, blushed under Allison's bemused stare. "Hey! don't judge me. I only keep those files because I'm solving cases. It's a hobby, okay? And usually, there aren't any creepy photos lying around. Usually."

Allison crossed her arms, looking skeptical. "So, we're not going to find any… 'creepy photos' today?"

Stiles scratched the back of his head, looking a little sheepish. "Well, maybe just this time."

then He got serious, taking a deep breath. "Actually, that's why I called you here. There's something I found this morning in my dad's files, and… it's big." He led them over to a small stack of police reports on his desk, the papers covered in notes and highlighted details.

Scott and Allison exchanged a look before Scott nodded. "Alright, Stiles. What did you find."

Stiles took a deep breath, his voice lower, his tone filled with tension. "Scott… Allison… I think I've got a lead on what the Alpha's been doing. And it's bigger than just random killing. And there is more than just the Alpha."

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