The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Twenty-Six

Back at the Argent House, Chris was pacing and then slammed his hands above the fireplace with conviction, knocking down a vase that shattered upon hitting the floor.

"Feeling better?" Kate asked calmly from her seat on the couch.

"Don't push me, Kate!" Chris snapped at her.

"I thought it was a pretty healthy display of aggression, actually," Kate replied, her tone nonchalant.

"You told her," Chris pressed, glaring at her.

"She found out," Kate corrected, her calm demeanor slipping.

"Don't think I don't know about the clues you've been leaving, starting with that necklace," Chris said harshly. "She knows because you wanted her to!"

"Because she needs to!" Kate shot back, her voice rising.

Chris narrowed his eyes at her. "Why are you back here?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. "You hate this town. I had a network of names I could've called—a lot closer than you. But you called first."

Kate chuckled, her lips curling into a smirk. "So now you don't want my help?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I know who you're helping," Chris said, his voice hard.

"Oh, come on," Kate said, her tone growing more defensive. "I'm here to catch the Alpha," she continued. "Remember? The one running around, killing people at random?"

"Not random," Chris corrected, his voice tense as he moved to clean up the broken vase.

"What?" Kate asked, frowning.

"Tyhurst said that Sheriff Stilinski can connect every murder back to the Hale fire," Chris explained, his tone dark.

Kate's eyes widened slightly. "Well, then that's even more reason for her to know," she stammered. "They've always blamed us for that fire. It had to have been Derek and some other relative, but I can guarantee they're circling around to us as their last target."

Chris paused, looking at her intently. "I know," he said, his voice softening slightly. "It's why you're taking Allison out of here tonight. You're going to drive her to the house in Washington, and you will stay there until I call."

Kate scoffed, crossing her arms. "Are you kidding me? You're gonna bench your star player in the last quarter? And what about the little one?"

Chris threw the broken pieces he had gathered down, his face contorted in frustration. He stomped over to his sister, his eyes blazing. "Get your things. I want the two of you on the road within the hour. You'll just have to drive Kylie to her house on your way."

Kate stared her brother down for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, a smile slowly spread across her face, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. Without another word, she turned and left to do what he said.

Upstairs, Allison was in her room with her mother as she helped her pack her things while Kylie was sitting on Allison's bed, playing with a small doll she had found.

"I'm not sure how long you'll be," Allison's mom said, going through the teen's closet. "You want me to pick out anything specific?" Allison just stared back at her. "Sweetheart?"

"I just saw my boyfriend turn into a Werewolf," she said blankly.

Her mom just laughed. "All right. I'll grab some things myself," she said to herself.

But then Allison's phone rang and her mom grabbed it before she could and canceled the call.

"Was that Scott?" Allison asked.