Allison couldnât help but cringe the slightest when the word mom fell from the other brunetteâs mouth. She didnât like the label that made this whole thing seem more real. She couldnât believe the words that this girl was saying, she wouldnât allow herself. âIâm still getting used to the idea of werewolves and now this..itâs just all too much.â She shook her head, her gaze falling to her boot covered feet. This was all crazy. Everything about this situation. Allison shrugged her shoulders, her head canting to the side faintly. âIâI donât know, okay.âShe looked at Abbey, a sigh of defeat passing her lips. âFine, say this is real, but you telling me about Scott being a werewolf and me being an archer doesnât prove anything. You could have easily gotten that information from somebody else.â
Abbey's eyes narrowed as she gave her mother a stern, and holding glare. "Are you really that stupid?" She asked, the words slipping before she could stop herself. There was no point in stopping now, she'd already said it. "Grandpa, and Kate. They're werewolf hunters, Kate died when Peter Hale killed her in the house that she burned down. Grandma killed herself because she was becoming a werewolf, because Derek bit her after she tried to kill dad at some rave. Don't you dare. DON'T YOU EVEN FOR ONE SECOND, DARE TELL ME THAT YOU AREN'T MY MOTHER. YOU CAN'T SIT THERE AND THINK THAT I HEARD THAT FROM SOMEONE ELSE, BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT ISN'T TRUE. YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ANYONE ABOUT THAT AT THE POINT OF TIME WE'RE IN." She yelled, not meaning to raise her voice as much as she did. She felt tears well up in her eyes as her voice cracked.










