Chapter 25: The Threat to Allison

The shadows had lengthened over Beacon Hills as the Argent family's presence grew more visible and vigilant. Especially after the recent attack. The town buzzed with quiet murmurs and tension, as if it, too, sensed the looming threat that lurked just beyond the trees.

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Allison was sitting in her room, scrolling through her phone, when she heard a faint noise outside her window. Startled, she walked toward it, staring out into the shadowy backyard. She was used to deer and raccoons wandering through, but tonight was different. She felt the weight of an unseen gaze, something predatory and menacing. Then, as her eyes adjusted, she caught a glint—two glowing red orbs staring back at her.

For a moment, Allison was frozen, a mix of curiosity and unease washing over her. But then, the shape of the creature started to solidify. It wasn't just her imagination. She could make out the bulky silhouette of a large beast, its body low to the ground, muscles coiled and ready to pounce. Fear gripped her. It was huge, much bigger than any animal she'd seen around Beacon Hills.

It was then that her father, Chris Argent, burst onto the scene. Allison barely had time to register his presence before he raised his gun and fired a shot straight at the beast. The creature let out a guttural snarl, its red eyes narrowing before it disappeared into the forest. Allison turned to her father, her heart racing.

"Dad," she managed to say, her voice trembling. "What… what was that?"

Chris put a firm hand on her shoulder. "Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart," he said. "Just remember—don't go wandering off into the woods. Stay safe."

The worry etched into his face told her that it was no ordinary animal. And while she trusted her father, Allison couldn't shake the memory of those eyes. They were too intelligent, too knowing. She tried to convince herself it was just a bear or a wolf, but a part of her knew better.

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Allison walked up to Scott between classes, her face pale and a little on edge. She glanced around to make sure they were alone before leaning in close, her voice barely a whisper.

"Scott," she began, her voice a mix of fear and confusion, "something happened last night."

Scott's casual smile vanished as he picked up on her worry. "What happened?"

"I… I think I saw a bear." She hesitated, eyes darting nervously. "But it wasn't like any bear I've ever seen. It had these… glowing red eyes. It was outside my window, and it felt like it was watching me."

Scott's stomach twisted. He knew those glowing eyes and their owner. Only one person would have the audacity to get close to Allison. "Are you sure it was a bear?"

Allison frowned, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I mean, it was huge, and I was scared. My dad shot at it, but it just… walked away."

Scott clenched his jaw, a fire igniting in his chest. Allison hadn't realized what kind of danger had lurked outside her window, but Scott did. If Peter wanted to scare her, Scott would make sure it was Peter who left terrified. "Thanks for telling me, Allison. And don't worry—you're safe."

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The rest of the school day dragged by, the usual sounds of lockers slamming and students talking feeling muted to Scott. He kept his thoughts to himself, didn't let on what he was planning, even as Stiles joked and prodded him during lunch. Allison stayed close, occasionally glancing over at him, her brows still knitted with concern.

Scott kept his expression neutral, unwilling to let Stiles or Allison catch on to what he was planning. He knew he had to confront Peter alone. This wasn't something Stiles could help him with, and he didn't want Allison anywhere near the fight he knew was coming.

When the last bell rang, Scott walked out of school, his resolve set. He made his way straight to the hospital where Peter was being kept, his eyes dark and determined.

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The sterile fluorescent lights of the hospital barely softened the grim air that surrounded the isolated wing. Peter lay in his bed, looking bored and tapping his fingers on the tray attached to his bed when Scott pushed open the door. For a moment, Peter froze, his eyes widening in surprise. But it was quickly replaced with a smirk as he looked at Scott standing in the doorway.

Peter said, his voice dripping with mock surprise. He feigned weakness, clutching his blanket. "What are you doing here, kid? Lost, maybe?"

Scott walked slowly to the chair by Peter's bed, his face unreadable, calm, and sat down without a word. Peter's smile faltered as Scott stared at him with a level gaze.

"You did something you shouldn't have done yesterday, Peter," Scott said, his tone unnervingly calm.

Peter's eyes narrowed, the sly amusement replaced by guarded curiosity. He tilted his head, pretending innocence. "How do you know my name, kid? the name of a poor patient recovering in the hospital."

Scott's calm expression didn't change. "I know more than that, mister alpha."

For a brief second, Peter's facade cracked, but he quickly covered it up with a laugh. "Kid, I think you're mistaken. I have no idea what you're talking about. Now, if you don't leave, I might just call the nurse."

Scott smirked, a confidence radiating from him that unnerved Peter. "Don't play dumb, Peter. I know what you are. So let's cut to the chase."

Peter's face dropped, his eyes narrowing with calculating malice. But Scott didn't blink. His tone remained steady, his gaze unwavering. "Let's meet tonight in the woods. You and me. I'll be waiting, don't be late."

He didn't wait for a response. Scott stood, gave Peter one last cold look, and walked out of the room, leaving Peter to process the audacity of the boy who dared to challenge him. The smirk that Peter wore on his face began to slip, replaced by something resembling unease. He was beginning to understand that Scott wasn't the beta he thought he could control.

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Nightfall came quickly, casting a deep shadow over the Beacon Hills preserve. Scott waited in the woods, standing tall, every nerve focused and calm. Scott was an alpha—strong, determined, and more than ready to face Peter, knowing his own power was far beyond what Peter could comprehend.

As he stood there, Scott felt the primal force within him pulse, ready to confront the one who threatened Allison. Whatever Peter Hale had planned, Scott was prepared to make him regret it. This was his territory now, and anyone who posed a threat to his pack would soon learn that Scott McCall wasn't to be underestimated.

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