Hunting season (mallison)

Part 1

Allison sighed. Her dad told her to follow the Argent tradition. On her 17th birthday, she would have to go to the woods and hunt her final wolf.

Of course, she was not happy with this idea. Since being with Scott, her thoughts on hunting had changed. She didn't want to hunt and kill innocent werewolves like she did in the past, with her father. 

''Please Allison, one last time. this is a family tradition. Don't break it.'' Chris, her father said, sounding very disappointed. ''Fine, this is the last time. Don't speak about this ever again.''she said.

The weather was freezing, Allison could see her breath in the air like cigarette smoke. ''Fuck me dude!'' she whispered under her breath, rolling her eyes. 

Her heart starting pounding as she got closer and closer to the forest. It was a full moon and in Beacon Hills, the appearance of a werewolf is almost guaranteed.

Allison jumped, she heard a howl, but it was weird. Didn't sound like a wolf. 

A fast figure ran right past her, she got closer. The footprints were small, maybe a wolf pup? She thought. But it couldn't be. That wasn't a wolf howl. 

The huntress turned around. There it was, sitting down, staring right at her.Not a wolf, but a coyote. It looked scared. More scared of Allison than she was of it. 

''You can do this Allison. Just close your eyes and squeeze the trigger.''

Carefully she laid down on the floor, being careful so that the leaves on the ground didn't make too much noise. With her rifle pointed at the creature she closed her eyes and counted down. ''Three, two, one.'' With her hands shaking, she let go of the gun. ''I can't do this.'' She opened her eyes. ''Oh my god. She thought.