wailingdivinity
It was better if they all thought she was dead--or so she thought. Allison Argent never thought she would return to Beacon Hills. After waking up and realizing her wound were healed, she knew exactly what had happened and she ran. She knew how much trouble a newly bit werewolf would bring the pack, not to mention her father.
So she fled and believed it was the right thing to do. But her instincts brought her back to where it all started and, before she knew it, she was standing in front of her best friend. Her lips parted but no words came out. There was nothing she could say to make everything better. Allison stood there silently, amber orbs concealed under brown ones.












