Not beautiful. Not gifted. Not talented. McCall, he said that to her a lot, things that sounded like this, but...never told her outright.
You're a good person, Allison.
From this boy's mouth, on this boy's scent...Scott McCall, a true Alpha...it strikes a chord she's never let herself examine too closely for fear of what she will find. She wonders, sometimes, if her past as a hunter took that from her, makes her unworthy...what her mother tried to make her, what her father saved her from.
Don't let them take it from you.
She licks her lips nervously, eyes glassy with tears for a moment as she stares at her hands, folded in front of her.]
McCall was the one that bit me. [The admission is soft, without rancor.] He thought he could make me...his mate, I think. I walked away from him that night and I never looked back. I never...spoke to him again unless it was over a body he was responsible for.
[She takes a deep breath, looking up at him again as the tears spill freely down her cheeks.]
Lydia...my friend, Lydia...[The words are still pleasurable to say, the feeling that comes with them one she can't deny herself.]...she says that when you're gone...the infiltrators...that the people I know may share your memories. So...I'm sorry, but there's something I need to do, quickly, something that McCall would probably kill me for.
[She hesitates for a long, tense moment...then catches his face between her hands and kisses him: long, slow, and sweet to the touch, but bitter with the salt of her tears.
When she finally pulls back, she hugs him again, whispering in his ear.]
I forgive you, McCall.
[It's the only thing she can do with this much hope and wild, desperate joy. Crazy things, terrible and pointless things like believe in miracles and answered prayers and wishes that come true.
That maybe if the Scott she knows remembers this...the truth of it, the feel of it...maybe something will take root in him.
Maybe one day, she can have everything this other Allison has: a best friend, a pack on the Barge...a boy to love.
Maybe one day, however distant...Scott can still be saved.]
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Not beautiful. Not gifted. Not talented. McCall, he said that to her a lot, things that sounded like this, but...never told her outright.
You're a good person, Allison.
From this boy's mouth, on this boy's scent...Scott McCall, a true Alpha...it strikes a chord she's never let herself examine too closely for fear of what she will find. She wonders, sometimes, if her past as a hunter took that from her, makes her unworthy...what her mother tried to make her, what her father saved her from.
Don't let them take it from you.
She licks her lips nervously, eyes glassy with tears for a moment as she stares at her hands, folded in front of her.]
McCall was the one that bit me. [The admission is soft, without rancor.] He thought he could make me...his mate, I think. I walked away from him that night and I never looked back. I never...spoke to him again unless it was over a body he was responsible for.
[She takes a deep breath, looking up at him again as the tears spill freely down her cheeks.]
Lydia...my friend, Lydia...[The words are still pleasurable to say, the feeling that comes with them one she can't deny herself.]...she says that when you're gone...the infiltrators...that the people I know may share your memories. So...I'm sorry, but there's something I need to do, quickly, something that McCall would probably kill me for.
[She hesitates for a long, tense moment...then catches his face between her hands and kisses him: long, slow, and sweet to the touch, but bitter with the salt of her tears.
When she finally pulls back, she hugs him again, whispering in his ear.]
I forgive you, McCall.
[It's the only thing she can do with this much hope and wild, desperate joy. Crazy things, terrible and pointless things like believe in miracles and answered prayers and wishes that come true.
That maybe if the Scott she knows remembers this...the truth of it, the feel of it...maybe something will take root in him.
Maybe one day, she can have everything this other Allison has: a best friend, a pack on the Barge...a boy to love.
Maybe one day, however distant...Scott can still be saved.]