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

Chapter 35

CORA'S POV

Goddamnit.

Malia was so fucking hot.

I could not stop thinking about her.

Everything about her is literally perfect.

It had been a week since our date.

We had been dating for a week.

And it's great.

I hate saying positive things, though.

Cause it'll probably end up getting ruined.

Things don't last.

Plus I'm an angry asshole like my brother, so I'm pretty pessimistic.

"What're you thinking about." Malia asks me, moving her index finger in patterns on my hand.

Derek was out with Chris so we were at Derek's loft.

Alone.

In bed.

Which was so awesome.

"Oh, you know, how much life sucks." I say in a monotone voice.

I guess me and Malia were great for each other. We were both sarcastic, mean and rude.

Which worked out great.

"...but I love my girlfriend so much because she makes my morbid life feel like I'm barfing rainbows and kittens!" She says. I laugh.

"Could not have said it better myself." I say, smiling at her.

SCOTT'S POV

I stroked Allison's arm as she lay next to me.

"I'm sorry." She says.

"Don't be." I say.

"I just thought- Ugh. I'm such an idiot." She starts.

I place my hand on her stomach and rub it rhythmically.

"It's okay. We have a healthy baby. We're all good." I kiss her shoulder and rest my head on her.

We lie in silence until we fall asleep.

ISAAC'S POV

"I totally think I have a crush on the new girl." I say, finishing my bottle off.

"Which one?" Jackson slurs.

"The hot one." I respond.

"Which one?" Jackson and Danny say.

We all laugh.

"Kira." I say, smiling. We were on Jackson's porch, drinking beer.

It was around 1am.

"Is she the short one with black hair?" Jackson hiccups.

I laugh, "Yeah."

Kira Kira Kira Kira.

God was she beautiful.

Like seriously she is smokin' hot.

Like, wow.

Her face is just great.

I rummage through the cooler and grab another brown bottle, twist the cap off and drink half of it in one big gulp.

"Cheers to new girls!" I say, grinning.

Jackson, Danny and I each bash our bottles together, cheering.

DEREK'S POV

Beacon freakin' Hills.

Why do I still live here?

This place is the biggest burden I have on my back right now.

Plus everything seems more morbid than usual.

Everyone around me is happy.

"What did you find?" Peter asks me, frowning.

I stare down at the ground.

"Silver bullet."

"Goddamnit, what is it with those wolf hunters?" Peter says, walking towards me.

"No, it's nt the Argents. Look at the symbol." I say, pointing at the bullet.

The bullet had a familiar symbol engraved into it.

The Lykaios.

The ones who engraved Isaac.

I grabbed a tissue from my car and picked the bullet up.

"Gimme your knife." I say, my hand outstretched.

"Why?" Pete retorts.

"Just give it to me." He sighs and hands my the knife. I pick at the bottom of the bullet.

Something clicks and black dust spurts out from small holes within the bullet.

I throw the bullet to the floor and stare at the burns on my wrist.

"Wolf's Bane. It's dispursed through the bullet when triggered." I say.

"Craftsmen, eh," Peter says, stroking his chin.

"These guys really don't like wolves."

"Tell me about it." I say, still staring st my burning wrist.