SLAVE TO THE MOON

chapter four, crescent moon

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"i'll call you mine, if you call me yours."

addison softly laughs at stiles' words, his chin resting on her shoulder, him placing butterfly kisses alongside the base of her neck, going to her jaw, her eyes showing a glimmer of light.

both brunettes, the human and soon-to-be she-wolf was seen leaning against his jeep at night, the light brown haired girl leaning against the honey brown eyed teen who leaned against his jeep.

addison then felt the touch of stiles' warm fingers caressing against her back, sending a electrified sensation against her skin, enjoying the touch of his against her.

stiles wasn't doing this to make her all riled, instead–––he was doing it of interest, of the unique symbol that was printed on her back.

"addie?" stiles whispers.

"hm?" addison softly asks.

"there's a mark against your back, do you know that?" stiles questions with interest.

addison frowns, tilting her head, then turning to look at stiles. "of course, i do."

addison then shrugs lightly, not thinking anything of it. "it's just a regular birthmark, you know?"

"...it's the symbol of what looks like a crescent." stiles says.

addison confusingly looks at him. "so?"

"maybe, i was born under the crescent moon, developing the crescent mark." addison jokes with a smile.

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chris argent was seen leaving the house with a huge duffle bag, allison, who noticed her father leaving from upstairs, looked down at him confusingly. "dad?"

argent froze up, him then quickly looking up at his older daughter.

"where are you going?" allison curiously asks.

argent then smiles a smile that clearly didn't reach his eyes. "your aunt kate just texted, i'm heading out to pick her up."

allison crossed her arms together, pulling down her sweater, signalling that she was cold, allison becoming concerned. "but, it's two o'clock in the morning, is everything okay?"

"yeah, she's just having a little car trouble." argent lies.

"not serious, is it?" allison concerningly asks.

"no, just a flat tire, go back to bed, sweetheart–––." argent smiles fakely.

allison obeyed him, going inside, argent sighing out, feeling guilty for lying to her, but nothing could heal the feeling of guilt that he has from keeping a huge secret from his youngest daughter.

argent then sighs out, going towards his suv, opening the car door, throwing a duffle bag inside the backseat, then going into the driver's seat, wondering what trouble his sister has gotten herself into this time.

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it had turned into daytime and right now at the argents kate argent was seen unpacking her things from a bag, whilst walking down the halls was addison argent and allison argent.

"so, you ditched me to hang out with stiles alone? you lied to your big sister." allison huffs, feigning anger.

addison grins. "i didn't lie, i embellished."

allison dramatically rolls her eyes, then both girls was seen stopping by a room, allison's hazel eyes then noticing a familiar woman.

allison ran into the room, squealing loudly. "kate!" allison wrapped her aunt into a hug.