Anchor and Allison

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Liam's POV

"So taking away Anais pain is much easier for you to learn than to control your anger and prevent yourself from shifting?" Stiles asked as I placed my lacrosse stick on my locker. "Yeah. I guess it is" I replied the turned to him "..and besides, you just hold the victim's hand and then concentrate then take away her pain. Poof. Done" I crossed my arms and leaned on my locker.

"Yeah well you wouldn't have to take away her pain if you just learned to control yourself in the first place" Stiles muttered and I shot daggers at him. Scott came to the scene and elbowed him. He must have been listening to our conversation.

"Owwww" Stiles cried out and rubbed his side and squinted his eyes on his best friend in a not so friendly way but Scott ignored him and focused on me.

"I was like you at first" he started "I have a hard time controlling myself but as I said you'll learn."

"How did you learn to control it Scott?" I asked

Scott and Stiles exchanged looks before he looked at me again then sighed, "I have an anchor" he simply replied

I shot a puzzled look at his answer and stood up straight "Anchor?"

"Yeah Anchor, it is something... or someone who is special to you and keeps you human." Stiles explained and emphasized the word 'someone'. "It works better if it is a someone not a something" he added.

I turned my gaze to Scott and he nodded, "Mine was Allison"

"Allison? As in Allison Argent? Ansel and Anais' sister?" I asked and he nodded. He looked down a bit and I can sense he is still healing from her death like the Argents are. Of course it's hard for him, she is his anchor...she's definitely hard to forget. He looked up again... expressionless this time. My face fell. My eyes looked down on my shoes and suddenly found them interesting than any other thing here in the locker room. I looked and saw Scott staring at me with a worried my expression. I spoke up before he could even ask why I just suddenly felt hopeless.

"I have no one" I spat and he furrowed his eyebrows at me "I mean I don't have anyone right now that I can use as my anchor"

"For the past few months I've learned how to be my own anchor" he said

"And maybe another little Argent is good of an anchor for another little werewolf" Stiles said with a cheeky smile. Scott turned his head at his best friend "Stiles.." he mumbled.

"What I'm just saying" Stiles said then scratched the back of his ear "It's like y'know... history repeating itself" Scott's eyes widen at his best friends remarks then gave him a warning look. Stiles gave Scott a confused expression but then gasped "No, I mean the whole werewolf and hunter lovefest not—not that you know tragic...death?.....I'll just shut up now"

"Me and Anais?" I asked a loud. Nothing's going on between us except that we're just friends. Sure she means a lot to me now but her as my anchor? I just don't know.

"You know what, let's just forget about that whole anchor thing. You can use anger" Scott said and I raised an eyebrow at him.
"My anger?" I snickered and he just nodded.

The school bell rang signalling us that chit chats over and that we have to get class. I nodded to the two juniors in front me and went on my way. I still couldn't shake that feeling about an Anchor. Anchor? I'm doomed.

Anais' POV

I think I am going insane. I've been sitting here in the soundproof room in Lydia's Lake house for almost four hours now. I was reading my book and soon found myself staring at  nothingness. I shook my head looked at my dear friend Lydia. For days now, Lydia has been coming back here then sitting in front of the record player to find some answers and maybe even crack another keyword for us to unlock the rest of the names on the deadpool.

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