SLAVE TO THE MOON

chapter two, second chance

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allison, whom was in the backseat of the black camero of derek hale's car, glanced at her younger sister who seemed anxious, her rubbing her hands together, looking down at her fingernails that were painted with a silver color, her also noticing derek's green eyes who seemed to be glancing back and forth at her sister, her clearly feeling overprotective over her baby sister.

addison, feeling derek glancing at her, her hesitantly looking at him, when he wasn't looking at her, and as he went to look at her, she quickly looked away, causing him to quietly chuckle in amusement.

"oh! would you look at that? we're home, come on, addie!" allison nervously laughs, her swiftly sliding out of the car.

addison had her sweater in her hands, her then getting out of the car, her then opening the door, then closing it.

the cool breeze swiped pass the light brown haired girl's skin, her hair gently moving pass her back, the hale man's green eyes looking at her, but then his eyes connected to something on her back, which clearly caught his attention.

the mark of the crescent moon was imprinted on her back, derek, seemed to be in shock of this.

more importantly, what's a species like her doing with a family like that?

addison then twirls around on her heels, naively smiling at the man, wiggling her fingers at him, allison, not really liking this encounter, clearly not trusting the man, took her sister's hand in hers, pulling her with her in the house.

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scott mccall, was seen leaning against a locker at the boys' locker room, the next morning, a dazed-like expression on his face, remembering everything that had happened over the weekend.

stiles, who had finished changing into his lacrosse gear, had seen scott, going towards him.

"so, did you apologize to allison?" stiles then asks.

scott, who still is in shock, weakly nods. "yeah..."

stiles seemed confused at scott's expression and the way how he answered. "is she giving you a second chance, or...?"

"yeah..."

stiles seemed happy for his best friend, him encouraging him to feel the same. "yeah? all right! so, everything's good?"

scott shook his head weakly. "no."

stiles seemed confused by his answer. "...no?"

scott then slightly shook his head, proceeding to explain to stiles about everything that had happened over the weekend. "remember the hunters? ...her dad is one of them."

stiles gaped at scott in shock. "her dad..."

scott just seemed in a daze. "shot me..."

"allison's father."

"shot me with a crossbow..." scott seemed disturbed.

"allison's father? as in allison and addison's father-." stiles was saying.

scott coming out of his traumatic situation, yells at stiles in frustration. "yes! addison and allison! their father! what other father do you think i'm talking about? he's both of their father!"

scott then pulls back, realizing something. "oh my god..."

"no, no, scott, snap back!" stiles quickly pulls him back.

"he didn't recognize you, did he?" stiles then asks.

"no, i don't think so..." scott mumbles.

"okay...well, do you think allison or addison knows about him?" stiles then asks.