Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

FORTY-NINE

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CHRIS

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"You're sure?" I confirmed once more with Allison, turning the arrowhead between my fingers.

"Not a hundred per cent sure but at least eighty," Allison mumbled, "it was my silver arrow that managed to kill the Oni that..." 

I reached my hand out, setting it on her shoulder and squeezing it softly, "It's okay, I understand."

Allison cleared her throat sharply, quickly brushing away the tears that built up at the corners of her eyes, "What if... what if silver is like a poison to them?" She reached across to the other moulds she'd been using as part of the Argent ritual. "These were setting when I left for the camp. We could use them to stop the Oni."

I nodded slowly, rubbing her back, "We could use them to kill the Oni, never mind stop them."

She didn't appear anymore comforted by my addition than before it, but she reached up to hold onto my hand anyway. Then, she rotated her body to me, her face crestfallen and her eyes blank, "Dad?"

I frowned, reaching up to hold onto her arms, "Yeah?"

"I—" Her voice broke, "I don't remember that last thing I said to her, I... I don't—"

I wrapped her up in my arms, stroking the back of her head, "She knew everything you could have ever wanted to say to her."

Allison gripped onto my shirt, her tears wetting it, "She asked me for ten seconds... she asked if I could give it to her and she used that time... to save us all."

"Allison," I held onto her tightly, "she knew the dangers, she wanted to save you a—"

"She didn't want to die," Allison blurted out, "I don't... I don't even think she thought she could as stupid as it sounds. She was always so strong, capable, I—"

My phone rang sharply, and I paused, letting one hand slide back into my pocket, "Sorry."

Allison drew back, wiping her face quickly, "It's okay."

I didn't recognise the caller ID, but I answered anyway, raising the phone to my ear, "Hello?"

"Good evening, I'm looking to speak with a Mr Christopher Argent?" A feminine voice spoke quickly and nervously.

"This is he. How can I help?" I sighed heavily, offering Allison a small smile as I met her eyes.

"Uh... Mr Argent, I'm calling from the Beacon Hills Coroner's office," the woman announced softly.

My heart dropped, and I shut my eyes tightly, swallowing the lump that tried to form in my throat, "I see."

"What's wrong?" Allison whispered, a frown forming on her face, "Who is it?"

"The coroner's office," Isaac's voice answered for me, and I turned sharply as Allison did, eyeing the boy leaning against the doorway of the Argent workshop.

Allison's face fell all over again, and she turned away, covering her mouth with her hand.

"You're listed as the legal and only guardian of a Miss Korey Dawson, who was brought in earlier this evening. Am I right in assuming you are responsible for the body?" 

My heart hammered against my ribs, partially out of anger, partially out of grief. A body, that was all Korey was now. A body. "You are correct."

"I'm sorry to call so late, but..." The woman on the phone dropped her voice to an uncertain mumble, "there's been an incident."