Friday morning, I woke up to my phone buzzing on my nightstand. I grabbed it, expecting it to be Stiles texting me. Instead, it's an unknown number.
"I swear to god, if it's the Alpha," I muttered to myself, sitting up.
Surprise, it wasn't from the Alpha; it was from Allison. I had to read the words on my screen a couple times before the meaning sets in. I forgot that I had arranged to go over to Allison's house tonight. In her message, she told me that even though she and Scott aren't together anymore, she would still like me to come over if I still want to. She even said I can come over early since the school is still closed due to how much damage the Alpha did.
I had wondered if I went over to Allison's house if she'd ask me about what actually happened, but the second I walked in the door, she told me that there was one rule: not mentioning that night. I also wondered if whoever is cleaning up after the Alpha's mess found my shoes because now, I have to wear boots everywhere.
"So," Allison says as she sits down on her bed. "my aunt Kate is actually out right now, but she'll be back later."
When Allison mentions her aunt, chills go down my spine. I sit down cautiously on the edge of her bed.
"Where does she live?" I ask nonchalantly. I pull one leg under the other. "I know that you and your parents moved around a lot, but what about her?"
"She moves with us, actually." Allison perks up a little. "She still lives in San Francisco right now, but she might move here."
A dark feeling washes over me, but I ignore it and nod. It makes sense that the werewolf hunters would want to stick together. I open my mouth to say something, but a vision appears. I see Allison, with shorter hair, holding a bow. More images flash across my mind, all of then showing Allison holding this bow. Arrows fly off of it in rapid succession, but I never get to see their target. I find myself gasping when it ends.
"Are you okay?" Allison asks. I look up and find her leaned towards me, concern dominating her facial features.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I assure her. She looks skeptical. "Just ... we're not supposed to talk about it, remember?"
"It still haunts you too?" Allison sets her chin on her knees and looks up at me.
"Especially since I don't have my shoes anymore." I look at my boots and then give her an explanation. "I lost them in the school."
Allison laughs and rolls her eyes at me. It's quiet for a minute.
"So, what do your parents do?" I ask. I watch her face carefully, as if I could see written on her forehead that she knew her whole family is made of werewolf hunters.
"My mom used to be a buyer at a boutique in San Francisco, and my dad is an arms dealer for the police," answers Allison smoothly. I nod along, leaning back on her blankets. "I'm sure Scott told you about all the guns in the garage?"
"He didn't, actually," I say. I look at her and I get the same visions from before; Allison wielding her bow and arrows but this time, tiny daggers and a stun gun as well. I see her standing somewhere dark, looking up at a chained-up Derek with her aunt next to her. I jump to my feet.
Does this mean that Derek is alive? Does Allison know where he is? Is she part of the reason that the police couldn't find Derek's body outside of the school? Does she think that Derek is the killer in my vision?
"Emerson? What is it?" Allison tugs on my arm gently.
"N-Nothing," I stammer out. "I just really have to pee."
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
