dusk 'till dawn

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This book takes 19 years after the finale. Scott, Lydia, Stiles, Malia is 37 Except for Derek who is probably around 42 . Chris around 63, and as well as Mama McCall (aka queen mother) Liam, Mason, Corey is 35. Nolan is around 34.

"Are we even supposed to be here? My dad says it's dangerous for us to be here." Isabelle says to Allison, as they walked deeper into the woods, "Everyone here knows you're supernatural, they won't try to kill you. Your dad's the true alpha." Allison points out.

"I still don't feel safe." Isabelle says, wrapping her arms around herself. "Oh stop being such a scaredy-"

"Allison!" Isabelle exclaims.

Allison had fell into a shallow pit, Isabelle quickly went to her. "Hold my hand!" Isabelle holds out her hand. Allison tried to reach it and succeeded, both of them fell onto the dirt. "I think we should head back now." Allison says.

"You said it." Isabelle says as she stands up, she offers Allison her hand and she takes it. They dusted off the dirt off their clothes and started to walk back.

As they were walking back, a gunshot occured. Making Allison and Isabelle frozen in their spot, and then followed by a howl. "Come on!" Isabelle says as she ran towards the heard gunshot and howl. "Isabelle, wait!" Allison says, running after her.

Isabelle kept running, hearing the echoes of the howl and gunshot, until she lost track of it, there were no vibrations. "Over here!" Allison pulled her into the nearest tree. "Look." Allison pants.

Isabelle saw three hunters and a wolf, a werewolf. "What do we do?" Isabelle asks Allison. Allison holds Isabelle hand and pressed it, Isabelle's claws went out. Allison planted them onto her neck, scratching it lightly. "What arr you doing?!"

"I distract, you attack." Allison says, standing up from her spot. "Allison, wait!"

Isabelle watches Allison's moves intently. "Help, help me!" Allison yells. The hunters turned their attention to Allison, this was Isabelle's chance. She attacked the first person who dropped their weapon to help Allison by elbowing his jaw and then the next by knocking him off the ground and kicking him in the gut, the last ome tried to fight her but she took the gun and hit him on the head.

"Are you okay?" Isabelle asks Allison. "I'm okay." Allison says. Allison then motions to the boy by the tree. "Um, hello?" Isabelle approaches him. The boy lifts his head up, revealing his greenish eyes, his dark brown messy hair, and his bleeding pink lips.

"We're not here to hurt you." Isabelle says. The boy looked at her and then to Allison, his eyes glowed blue and tried to attack Isabelle. "We're not going to hurt you!" Isabelle held him by the shoulders. "We just saved you from the hunters, why are you doing this?" Allison says, frustatingly.

The werewolf stopped going on Isabelle, he was back to his old features. He let go of Isabelle and walked away. "Don't we get a thank you?" Allison yells at him. "I didn't need your help." He says flatly.

"You were almost shot in the head." Isabelle walks after him. "I had a plan." He says through gritted teeth. "What? Play dead?" Isabelle retorts. The blue-eyed werewolf turns to Isabelle, "You need to back the hell up, okay? Just because your daddy's the alpha doesn't mean-"

"You know my dad?"

"Are you really surprised that I know him? You should be surprised when someone asks who he is. And stay out of my way. I can take care of myself." He says, Isabelle tried to follow him but Allison stopped her. "He'll come around."

Both girls walked to Allison's car, climbed in and drove away. "Are you okay?" Allison asks Isabelle. "I'm okay. It's probably just the full moon." Isabelle shifts in her seat. "Hey, you saved him. You know how you werewolves are, you all are just moody."

"It's not that. I felt something when I was talking to him." Isabelle says. "Maybe it's love at first sight?"

"No. Chemosignals. They give off emotions." Isabelle says. "What did you feel?" Allison asks her. "Loneliness."

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Isabelle walked inside their house, checking the time; 9:51 p.m. She slowly enters the house, shutting the door behind her quietly. As she turns around, she sees both her parents staring at her in anger, arms crossed over their chests and furrowed eyebrows.

"Where were you?" Her mother asks. "Out with Allison." Isabelle says. "What were you doing 'out'." Scott airquotes the word 'out'. "Oh you know the usual, roadtrips, talking, werewolf hunting."

"You were in the woods?!" Scott asks. "I knew it. I told you." Malia says to Scott. "Okay, okay." Scott sighs. "We saved someone from getting shot in the head, by hunters."

"Did she say hunters?"

"Hunters haven't occured here in years, how do we know you're not making this up?" Scott asks her. "I wish I was. There were three of them, and they were cornering a lone wolf, an omega."

"How did you know he was an omega?" Malia asks Isabelle. "Chemosignals. Like what Uncle Derek taught me."

"What did you feel?"

"I felt loneliness. His words were sharp, but his emotions says otherwise." Isabelle says. Malia and Scott looked ay each other, "It's great that you saved someone. But going out of the woods in the middle of the night is not the best idea."

"Allison said you and Uncle Stiles used to do that all the time when you were my age." Isabelle reasons. Malia slapped a hand to her forehead, "That was when your father was human, when his life wasn't in danger."

"Everyone's life could be in danger and-"

"Okay, enough. Obviously you're gonna stack up reasons until we run out of questions. 1 week, 6:30 curfew, no more sneaking and I'm taking away your laptop." Scott says. "And no buts."

"And also no figuring out who this person you just saved. Even if you look like me, you have your father's spontaneousness." Malia comments. "I'm spontaneous?" Isabelle asks. "Just go to bed already." Malia says, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Okay, okay. Sorry. Goodnight. I love you both." Isabelle kisses both of her parents on their cheeks, and went up to her room. She removes her jacket, boots and heads to the bathroom to change into pyjamas.

She checked the time; 10:21 p.m. She put her phone down and dozed off to sleep.

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