The Wolf's Scream (Teen Wolf Scott/Allison fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Five more days

I sat through algebra, literally doing nothing but staring,

Just staring.

I looked out of the window and stared at this one spot. It was the only thing I could focus on, so I stared and stared and stared and sta-

"Miss Argent."

Mr. Harris was trying to talk to me, "Miss Argent, the answer to question 5C will not be floating around outside of the window. Now. Could you tell me; if x is 5, and y is 4 what is 3x + 2y divided by x?"

"It's, um, 4.6, sir-" Stiles answered, but Mr. Harries cut him off "Is your name Miss Argent, Stilinski?"

"N-no sir, it's just that Allison looks sick.." Mr. Harris turned to me "Miss Argent, are you okay?" I nodded before quickly running out of class. Stiles trailed behind me.

I ran into the bathroom and vomited up my breakfast and dinner.

"Jesus, Allison. What Thai food did you eat last night." Regardless of whether this was the girls room and regardless of how bad of a joke that was, Stiles came over to me and started to rub my back and pull my hair back. "Thanks Stiles-" another vomiting fit.

Stiles and I didn't return to Algebra. Instead, we skipped classes and went on the hunt for this strange ancient symbol.

I swear it looked familiar.

Stiles turned to face me "Are you okay? You've been acting off recently and I was wondering if-" I stopped him, "I'm fine, Stiles. Thank you, but I'm fine." I felt like such a bitch. I knew he was trying to help. He didn't speak as we made our way to his car.

We sat at the back of Stiles' car with half a million cans of redbull and a shit load of paper.

"Stiles, this symbol looks so familiar.. Where did you find it?" I ask, biting the end of my pen then tapping it on my knee.

He sighed, "Me and Scott were on the way to Derek's, just to talk to him about Scott's wolf-y things. We got there, and we found Isaac hiding under the table. He had cuts all over him, but the thing that shocked us most was the branded symbol on the back of his neck," Stiles pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket and handed it to me.

It was in fact Isaac's neck, with this horrifyingly black brand attatched to it. I put my hand to my mouth, horrified.

I began to speak again, "Do you know who-" "No. I-dea." He said, emphasising each sylabel.

I shut my eyes, trying to think.

My brain literally felt like it was swimming in acid. I was gonna puke again.

I quickly opened the door and vomited.

I cleared my throat, drank some redbull and got back to the thinking.

I looked up at Stiles and gasped.

"I know where I've seen this before!"

"Wait, what, where?" Stiles said, scooting into the drivers seat.

"It's not a meaning or anything, it's a logo. It's a hunter's logo. I think they're called The Lykaios or something-" "Where we driving to, Allison?" Stiles asked, starting the engine. I quickly jumped into the passenger seat and said "My house, my Dad will know."

We drove to my house and parked up on the drive way. "Allison are you sure your dad will know-" Stiles began, "Yeah. For sure." I said, biting my tongue, trying not to be sick again.

What had I eaten the night before? Pasta? I have no idea.

We walked in and I opened the door, calling my dad, "Dad! We need to talk!" I heard his footsteps, heavy on the stairs. "What is it honey- Oh, Stiles, hello." He smiled and shook Stiles' hand, making Stiles feel really awkward. "Should I speak or should you speak?" Stiles asked, biting his thumb. I smiled to reassure him and pulled out the piece of paper with Isaac's burned neck on it. I showed my dad, and I watched him study the picture carefully. "This is The Lykaios symbol. They brand it onto their targets a few days before killing them. Who is this, Allison?" My dad's eyebrows curved roughly over his eyes. His frown as bold as ever. "It's Isaac." I said, biting my lip.

Was Isaac going to die? He won't. He can't..

"Get Deaton. Tell him it's urgent, life or death situation. Get him to keep Isaac somewhere safe." I nodded and me and Stiles left, dialling Deaton as we ran to the car.