𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Secret's Out

The aggressive patting on my back suddenly vanishes as I lift up, back in Scott's house. Taking a deep breath, I glance around, remembering the events before my vision.

My head snaps up as I hear a crashing sound from upstairs, causing my feet to work faster than my brain as I leap up the stairs, skipping about half of them as I round the corner to the open room.

I instantly stop as I see Allison leaning over a mop of blonde curls in the doorway. "I thought you were psychic... Bitch."

Allison steps over Erica's paralyzed body before turning, a smirk appearing on her face once she sees me in the hall.

"Woah, that was really--"

She doesn't let me finish as she launches her lips onto mine. The kiss is full of need and urgency and a lot more aggressive than our normal kisses.

"--badass." I finish as Allison pulls away.

We stare at each other for a moment before hearing a loud thud from below, making us bolt down the stairs.

Entering the kitchen, I see Stiles crawling away from Isaac before he finally lifts him into the air. Allison runs to hit him, landing a punch on his face, though it only makes him angry as he pushes her over.

I didn't know what to do until I remembered something. I rush over to him and wrap my hand around his arm, trying to do what I did in the vision, but nothing happens. He pushes me down as well, though, I instantly stand back up.

Close your eyes, clear your mind, and focus.

I quickly open my eyes and walk up to Isaac with determination as I feel my head pound. He throws Stiles to the ground and goes to hit me but I grab his arm and repeat what I did to the armored dummy. I begin to hear him cry out as I come out of my trance, noticing the skin where I had touched him was now red and blistered as he rushes to the sink.

I help Stiles up as Isaac holds his arm under the running water before he turns and stares at me with pure rage.

I begin to panic as he creeps towards me, so I throw a kitchen chair at him. He catches it with ease before preparing to launch it back at me. I close my eyes, waiting for the impact, but it never comes.

Opening them, I see Scott grab the chair from behind Isaac and hit him with it before letting out a loud roar. Isaac tries to get up, but Scott throws him into the table, knocking him out.

Stiles stands up before looking at me in shock and amazement. "How the hell did you do that?"

"I, uh, I don't really know." I respond, feeling my stomach begin to knot.

My eyes then widen as I turn my head to the right, seeing Allison staring at me with an unreadable expression.

"Allison, I--"

"Your eyes." She states from the doorway. "Wait, is this what's been wrong with you?"

"Kind of, but--"

"And you just kept this to yourself?" She asks, her confusion turning into anger and hurt.

I don't know what to say, but she holds her hands up, telling me that she really doesn't want a response and walks into the living room. I don't blame her, I should have told them.

I just stand there, zoning out, before seeing Scott dragging Isaac and Erica to the front door as he tosses them at Derek's feet. Scott steps onto the porch with Stiles and Allison walking out with him, making me follow them and stand beside Stiles.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an Omega. You're already an Alpha of your own pack." He tells him, making Stiles glance between Allison and me. "But you know you can't beat me."