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

Chapter 41

SCOTT'S POV

It was lunch and I couldn't find Allison anywhere. I know I shouldn't worry, she's probably studying, but I can't help it. I try and ring her cell, no answer.

My paranoia gets worse as the minutes go by.

We were half way through lunch and there was still no sign of her.

I see Stiles walking down the hallway,

"Hey, have you seen Lydia?" He asks me, just as I ask him if he'd seen Allison.

We stare at each other for a moment before running out of our school doors.

Always expect the worst in Beacon Hills.

LYDIA'S POV

It's okay, I thought to myself,

They'll find us.

It'll be fine.

I tried to stay relaxed.

I'd been in this situation before, and struggling and screaming won't help, so instead, I sat on the floor, my back against the wall.

Allison was stood up, pacing.

She had her moment of struggle and screams, so now it was her distraction moment.

She paced the empty basement, biting her nails.

I tried to comfort her, but she was way past comfort.

Makes sense, really. I guess there comes a time when you understand that comfort only numbs the pain instead of abolishing it.

ALLISON'S POV

We need to find a way out.

We have our phones with us, but there's no signal. Just our luck.

I've been pacing this basement for what seems like days, even though I know it's been an hour, two hours tops.

I bite my nails and pace up and down the room, trying to see if anything changes the second or maybe third time I walk up, then down, then up again, then down again..

Lydia was sat on the floor with her eyes closed.

She tried to comfort me earlier during my little frantic moment.

We were shoved in here over an hour ago and nothing has happened since.

No one's came to tell us anything.

And I guess they don't have to if they dot want to, 'cause in the end, they are the predator and we, unfortunately, are the prey.

I continue to pace up and down the room.

CHRIS' POV (Allison's father)

"What?!" I ask Scott, furious.

Allison and Lydia had both gone missing.

They told Sherrif Stilinski, but it's not classed as a kidnapping until the person(s) is gone for 48 hours.

I get out of my seat, ignoring the burning pain that engulfs my body.

I reach under my desk and grab my pistol.

"We couldn't find either of them at lunch. They wouldn't do that, especially not now." Scott says.

I frown and walk around my desk, grabbing some spare bullets.

Stiles sits with his head slumped in his hands.

All of a sudden, his head jerks up and he stares at his phone on amazement.

"We can track them."

He says, grinning.

"Don't you think we haven't already tried that? The Lykaios put locks on their phones." I say.

Stiles walks over to my computer, "May I?" He asks. I nod, reluctantly, and he engulfs himself within the numbers.

His fingers fly across the keyboard, his eyes unmoving from the screen.

The screen is black with rows after rows of green coding.

"Got 'em. Let's go." Stiles says before saving the information to his phone and running towards the door.

I feel a pang of dread in my chest as we follow him.

ALLISON'S POV

I hear a lock slide open and the door that encases us in this room opens.

A large man with ashen blonde hair and tattoos stands before us.

"Get up." He says to Lydia.

She abliges and he leads us to another room.

This one looks like a large ball room.

Where were we?

In the centre of the room were two chairs.

The man pushes us onto the chairs and ties our arms and legs to the chair.

Once he's done he moves back to look at us, as if he's admiring a piece of artwork he's created. He smiles and walks off, whistling.

I shout and shake the chair I'm strapped to.

I stop as soon as I see a man walk over to us.

He's a small, bald man.

But nonetheless still very threatening.

His neck and face are dotted with tattoos, and his teeth colours range from white to gold and to black.

"Allison Argent and the Banshee. How very nice to meet you," he sticks out a hand as if he expects us to shake it.

He laughs and pulls back, "Who are you?" Lydia asks him. It's the first time she's really spoken since we were brought here, "My name is Carlos, and I am the head of the Lykaios.

I'm sure you've heard a lot about us." He says, grinning. I grimace, "They're not all that good." I spit.

He scowls at me, but takes no action against me.

"Now, both of you listen,"

He stands straight and clasps his hands together, "Now you're going to do what I want, when I tell you. And if you don't, I'll kill you. Simple as."

I try to swallow my screams, and only partially succeed.

He leaves the room, laughing.