[The question makes Allison's expression drop, her features touched with sorrow as they walk...as she remembers things like the day they admitted the truth to each other, that perfect birthday in the woods, hunting together...the dance, and how perfect it was before the rest of her family came...]
Scott. [She draws a shaky sigh, and the wolf whines in the back of her head, a mournful sound she feels bone-deep...grief for the loss of its mate.] Scott bit me. Just after he killed Peter Hale.
day two - SPAM
Scott. [She draws a shaky sigh, and the wolf whines in the back of her head, a mournful sound she feels bone-deep...grief for the loss of its mate.] Scott bit me. Just after he killed Peter Hale.