♛ → plotted starter for @silverxwarrior
GROUND shifts beneath him, loose dirt being thrown up in the air as he runs harder, faster, quicker, have to stay alive have to stay alive have to- a shot fires. It just narrowly misses him and Ben doesn’t think it’s by any means a warning. Hunters - they always seemed to shoot first and ask questions later. It had been a long time since hunters had spilled blood in Beacon Hills, ever since the McCall Pack formed things had changed, they were still changing, even all these years later. It was as if things were in a constant state of rebirth, getting better with every year that passed, getting safer. Ben did everything he could to help, sometimes that meant getting directly involved, other times that meant convincing his father to see from a different point of view. But none of that changed the fact that someone was trying to kill him. Getting behind cover, bones crack quietly as he rolls his shoulder, shifting from beast to man - something he could have done in his sleep. It’s only once the forest is quiet that he steps out from behind the tree, eyes widening upon seeing a weapon pointed at him, a few inches from his face.
That’s not what shocks him. What shocks him is who is holding the weapon. Eyes widen, mouth falling open, as he takes a few short breaths, confirming that this is real and that the person in front of him isn’t some type of an illusion to trick him. Such a thing would be well within the realms of magic. But the woman that stands before him is real and he knows it, she’s aged. When he looks into her eyes there’s so many questions he can feel bubbling up to the surface. Instead of shouting all of them out at once, he settles on two. ❝ allison ?! you’re alive ? ❞
Her breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly with every step that she took while running after the werewolf that Allison had set her sights on. The full moon was beaming brightly above her, illuminating her slender form as the huntress passed a never ending series of trees by. Her father had told her many things about her life prior to her death and how full moons were dangerous, yet it was also the most effective event when it came to taking out werewolves. And here she was, all by herself, chasing after a werewolf that she wanted to take down with her trademark bow and arrow. However, she knew that she needed to be fast as dawn was approaching and the sun would soon rise, meaning that the werewolf in question would turn back into a human. The brown haired female wanted to prevent that, so she picked up her pace, no matter how out of breath it would make her. Allison needed to push through and keep her eyes on the prize, the rest didn’t matter as long as she’d be able to get this done. Once the werewolf began to hide behind a large tree, she knew her time was up and that she was too late. The sun was already starting to shine through in the distance and as Allison came to a halt, she grumbled softly to herself. Darn, she’d failed, regardless of the fact that she’d been patrolling and hunting for hours and literally all night. Eyes lifted to the tree when spotting a male form rounding it, her weapon at the ready in an instant. An arrow was quickly pulled from her quiver, tugging it back against the string of the bow and pointing it at the person who appeared before her. To say that she was shocked to see who it was would be an understatement - she knew this guy. Though Allison didn’t have any good things to say about Ben and she wouldn’t stand down or lower her weapon just because he was surprised to see her alive. Chestnut eyes narrowed in response, her breathing slowly but surely coming back down, like her heartbeat. Still, her guard was very much up. “And sadly, you are too.”
