𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Search Party

"Okay, this is the way." Scott leads as I crawl out from the backseat of the Jeep.

As soon as I'm out of the vehicle I stuff my pockets into my hoodie and walk alongside Allison behind Stiles.

"Where are we?" I ask, glancing at all the trees around me.

I look ahead again, getting my answer as I see the burned Hale house with yellow police tape surrounding the porch.

"Oh, here."

"She came here? You're sure?" Stiles asks, glancing back at Scott.

Scott shrugs his shoulders. "This is where the scent leads."

We all take a few more steps before Stiles stops again. "Alright, but has Lydia ever been here?"

"Not with me." Allison confirms, before lowering her voice to a whisper and turning to Scott and I. "Maybe she came here on instinct. Like she was looking for Derek."

"You mean... looking for an Alpha."

"Wolves need a pack, right?"

"There is a type of werewolf that's called the 'lone wolf' or omega. They don't have packs." I explain.

"But would she be drawn to an Alpha?" Allison asks before stopping and turning towards Scott. "Is that an instinct? To be part of a pack?"

"Yeah, we're stronger in packs."

"Like strength in numbers?"

"No. Like literally stronger, faster, better in every way." Scott clarifies.

"Is it the same for an Alpha?"

Yeah, it'll make Derek stronger too." Scott confirms as I begin to rub the back of my neck.

"Hey, look at this." Stiles calls.

I turn my head to see him kneeling in front of a tree. Allison walks over to him as I continue to look around with Scott.

"I think it's a tripwire."

Suddenly I feel something tighten around Scott and my ankle, yanking us upside down and into the air. I groan as Scott's elbow hits me in the back.

"Stiles..." Scott starts.

"Yeah, buddy?"

"Next time you see a tripwire? Don't trip it." He continues, as they turn around to see us hanging upside down.

"Noted."

"Okay, can you get us down now, please?" I ask, noticing Allison has an amused smile plastered on her face.

They begin to walk closer but Scott stops them. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Someone's coming. Hide." They don't move. "Go!"

Stiles pulls a reluctant Allison into the darkness and just as I see them step behind a tree, multiple upside down figures begin coming our way. One of them being Argent.

"Scott." He starts before looking at me with a hint of surprise. "Wesley. How are you two doing?"

"Good."

"Just perfect."

"Wes and I were just hangin' out. This one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting."

I elbow him, trying to make him shut up, but he only elbows me back.

Argent eyes us, unamused. "What are you boys doing out here?"

"We were just looking for our friend." I say before Scott has a chance to open his mouth and get us killed.

Argent nods. "Ah, that's right. Lydia's in Scott's little group, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use?" Argent then looks at Scott. "Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"