Teen Wolf: All Grown Up

30. Impasse

Families make you do some crazy things, as I'm sure you're aware. I've done some wild things for my blood.

Throw yourself in peril, persevere to cheer them up and challenge anyone who dares bring them down. I guess I had done it in ways which most hadn't but the sentiment is there, despite the action.

For what?

Why would we jeopardised our own safety for the sake of blood.

A bond. One that cannot be explained. People may suggest it's similar genetics. I disagree. A mental bond. An unquantifiable feeling or connection between two people.

I doubt I'd ever be able to understand it.

Yet I feel this with Allison.

As we set next to one another in her car, no words needed to be said. Just as Allison admired her silver arrow head, we sat in melodious silence understanding the situation we are in.

Two savages have been set free, werewolves if you want to call them that. Yet their human side has been completely suppressed.

Typically a swift death would be the plan of action, however Scott and friends have turned me from a meat eater to a vegetarian. So saving him is their plan of action. My plan isn't to save them. I needed them to not be killed.

Allison and I waited fully aware of what everyone else was doing. They were attempt to trap them in the school. What they didn't understand is that they didn't have the back of the school covered.

Due to this oversight, Allison and I waited there.

Just as we knew they would go to the back. Just on cue, Allison release flash arrows and I dropped flash bang grenades. The flash bang grenade not only blind the wolves with their stunning light, but the sound is enough to send them running the other way for miles.

As I took my sunglasses off almost on cue, the handsome Issac Lahey runs around the corner. His hands covering his ears but looking up at me and my cousin. Cheesy as it is I couldn't help but wink at the wolf whilst Allison signed for him to keep quiet.

Issac stood there stunned and in awe as we walked away.

I guess it isn't too difficult being good.

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The day after herding Boyd and some random werewolf into the school, Issac and I walked into gym class after our celebratory 'cuddles'. Coach's expression wasn't one of beaming admiration at us.

"Mr Lahey, happy that you're back. I'm not happy that you and Mr Argent are late."

"Sorry Coach," we said monotonously as we walked over by my friend Danny to get changed.

Coach continued as the three of us took out tops off to change.

"I'll remind you all. Cross country is not optional for lacrosse players." Coach looked over at Issac, Danny and myself. "I don't need you turning into a bunch of fat-asses in the off-season. So work on that," he said slightly unsure.

Perhaps it was the impeccable body of my best friend and bedroom friend that made him regret his statement.

As I stood next to my wavy haired running partner, he tied his shoes as the twins stood next to us. They still seemed off to me, or maybe I was just protective over Danny.

As coach blew the whistle, I started to lightly jog off but Issac remained where he was. I held back confused until he attempted to run off with the look of pure rage in his eyes. I held him back and looked into his eyes.

"It's them."

Them?

I had to think for a while but I soon understood who them was. The people who chased him and took his memories.

I attempted to run after Issac but I struggled to keep up. Wolf speed shouldn't be underestimated, luckily Scott noticed our sprinting and joined the chase.

By the time I caught up with beta wolves they were looking the alpha twins in the eyes with claws extended and teeth showing.

The fight was only broken up by a piercing scream which attracted everyone to it.

A man. Dead. Throat cut. Head wound. Strangled to a tree.

I have no idea what to do or what to say but to give them some space. The last thing anyone needs to be doing is getting close to the body. Stop looking or staring.

I follow Scott, Issac and Stiles as we walk away from the murder. Stiles and Issac continue their dispute of who's committing these murders. Issac blaming the alphas and Stiles thinking otherwise.

Unfortunately, I must side with Stiles. An alpha pack cannot afford to concern themselves with petty deaths with little to no motivation. Even if they had no motivation, why display them out in such a way. Thirdly, why kill them in these basic ways. These same ways as the others Melissa showed me at work. This is far too intentional for an alpha pack to have done it.

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French class seemed all too mundane after the murder that occurred. I could speak French relatively well, sure my reading isn't perfect but this class seemed like a waste of time. Allison shared my thoughts in fact. Her head resting on her hands lightly snoring as Ms. Morrell attempts to get her attention. Eventually she woke up and asked the two of us to stay behind after class.

I don't know why I'm involved, but I wanted to hear what she had to say after her appearance at the bank. Currently I don't trust her at all until I know more.

"You're starting to concern me Mr and Miss Argent, maybe we should chat in the guidance office sometime."

"Or maybe you should tell us what you were doing at the bank that night," I proposed to the teacher.

"Or maybe you should tell me what you were doing there. Looks like we have a situation here. I'll tell you what, you give me the French word for it that's the same in English and you both can avoid lunchtime detention."

Allison sat there looking at her confused.

I put my boots on the table, chewed my gum and gave the beautiful lady a firm look.

"Impasse."