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

Chapter 42

STILES' POV

I will not lose her.

"What is he doing here?" Scott asks Derek, staring at Isaac, clenching his fists.

"Suck it up. He's been helping me with the Lykaios thing for a while now. We could use the help." Derek says.

We all get into the car, Scott and I at the front, Chris Argent, Derek and Isaac in the back.

Be okay Lydia.

I'm coming.

Just be okay.

Please..

LYDIA'S POV

It had been a few hours since Carlos had come to have a little talk with us.

Allison and I were playing eye spy.

Hey, what do you expect?

We have nothing better to do other than struggle against the metal wire that is currently tying us to chairs, and that's kinda painful.

"Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning with.. W." I say.

"Wall." Allison replies.

I nod, and it's her turn, "Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning with- Scott!"

I turn to her, "Scott, what are you- Oh my god!"

I turn to see not only Scott, but Stiles, Chris Argent, Derek and Isaac (which I'm not so happy about)

Isaac can see my discomfort towards him and he looks down at the floor.

They rush over to us and cut at the wire, releasing us.

I bury my head into the crook of Stiles' neck, breathing him in.

He hugs me back, holding me tightly.

ALLISON'S POV

They were here.

They came.

They found us.

As we're about to leave, I hear a voice.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the wolf pack."

Carlos.

We turn to face him.

Isaac walks backwards and secretly slips me a knife.

I slide it into the back of my jeans.

"Back away, Carlos. We don't have to do this." My father says, his hands up as if in surrender.

"Oh, but we do." Carlos replies.

All of a sudden, ten men walk through the doorway, holding various weapons.

"Get 'em, boys." Carlos says before his minions come running at us.

Scott, Derek and Isaac turn and fight off the guards.

Stiles runs to Lydia and I, guarding us from what was happening while my father fought Carlos.

CHRIS ARGENT'S POV

I knew I shouldn't have lied to Allison. I know she's old enough, god, she's almost 20.

But I still wanted to keep her safe.

Even if it meant the odd white lie.

Carlos came at me, I punched him straight in the jaw.

I looked behind me for a split second to see Allison and Lydia sat in the corner, guarded by Stiles.

That split second was enough for Carlos to ram himself onto me.

We were on the floor, struggling.

I grabbed his arms and pinned him to the ground, punching him.

I get my gun out and aim.

He kicks it out of my hand.

We both jump for the gun, kicking each other out of the way.

We both grab it at the same time.

We were on the floor, fighting with the gun when all of a sudden, it goes off.

I choke, looking down at my blood stained chest.

I hear Allison scream and run over.

"Move away little girl-" Carlos says.

I hear a few noises, then a choking sound.

Carlos falls next to me, blood spurting from his neck.

"Dad?" Allison runs over to me, holding a knife covered in (Carlos') blood.

She drops to her knees and cradles my head in her lap.

She takes off her jacket and pushes it against my bullet wound.

I don't move.

I dot do anything.

I don't feel anything.

I'm dying.

"Dad you stay awake, stay awake." Allison sobs.

I fumble for her hand and grip onto it.

She strokes my head.

"You- You look after yourself. There's m-money in the safe. Look after Allyssa. I love you honey. I'm so proud of you." I say, closing my eyes.

ALLISON'S POV

"Open your eyes," I sob.

"Dad please!"

I get no answer.

I press two fingers against my father's neck.

No pulse.

My father is dead.

I grip onto the knife I used to kill Carlos with and slowly stand up, making my way towards the fight between the werewolves and the hunters.

It was three against three.

"Allison-" Stiles calls, but I ignore him.

I walk past each hunter and cut behind their knees.

They all fall to the floor with a thud.

I drop the knife and make my way I the doorway, not waiting for anyone.

My father died.

He died.