this fic is essentially my ode to allison argent, set in the dark days of 2x10/2x11 after her mother died and she went after the werewolves.
our hearts from iron » teen wolf. allison/scott. pg-13. 2,299 words.
“I don’t want to kill you.” Maybe it’s dramatic, but maybe that’s why she says it—because he’s a werewolf and her family legacy stretches back across centuries of men and women who’ve hunted werewolves, because her own mother hunted werewolves until one of them finally got its teeth in her and even though that wasn’t Scott it makes it easier to imagine releasing the arrow.
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hope everyone here is doing great, lots of love xo