The campfire light danced across Scott's and Michael's faces. Gerard had finally left not long ago.
Scott was happy about that. He didn't like Gerard Argent. He like playing the kindly, slightly befuddled grandfather and Scott couldn't believe anyone fell for it. He knew Allison didn't buy it for a second and he was so proud of her for that.
But he also knew Allison knew nothing about what her grandfather really was; that her whole family was involved in hunting werewolves; that her not-boyfriend was a werewolf. Scott wanted to tell her. He hoped their love was stronger than the shock. He knew his love for her would last through anything, but finding out that not only do werewolves exist, your not-boyfriend was one and, oh yeah, your whole family hunted werewolves down and killed them was a lot to deal with.
He remembered his conversation with Chris about it.
"You want to tell her what?"
"I want to tell Allison I'm a werewolf. Sir."
"Are you aware she doesn't even know they exist or that her family hunts them?"
"Yes, sir. I am aware of that. That's why I wanted to talk to you before saying anything to her."
"Scott, you're a good kid. I even think you might be almost good enough for my daughter and I don't think anyone is good enough for Allison whatever their … family history. I never wanted her to be a part of this life. It's a futile wish, but one I hold dear. Scott, I trust you'll keep this conversation just between us."
"Of course, sir."
"Telling Allison will upset a very delicate balance. Gerard no longer has any desire to follow the code. I don't know the origins of the curse, or whatever it is that makes you what you are, but I do believe it's beyond your control."
Scott leaned forward in his chair, ready to protest.
Chris held up a hand. "I mean, you can't control the fact that you are a werewolf, not that you can't control your wolf. If I didn't know you could control your wolf, you would never have gotten anywhere near my daughter."
Scott leaned back, nodding.
"Actually, I admire that about you and your mother, the Stilinskis. It must be so easy to just give in to the wolf and yet you don't let it control you. That can't be said for everyone. I'd like to give you permission to tell her. You do make her happy and I will deny ever saying that. I don't know how Gerard would react, but it wouldn't be good. My father is not a subtle man. On the bright side, he can't live forever."
At the time, Scott had found it an odd thing to say. Death was inevitable, but to talk about your father's death like it was something to look forward to, that was just wrong.
Watching Gerard play on his dad's illness the past two days had given him a better understanding of the sentiment.
He didn't think his dad had ever been told what was wrong with him. Not that he would even admit there was something wrong with him. Everyone else was the problem.
"Dad? Dad? Why don't we go home? It'll be warm there. Mom would fix you some of that chicken soup you like."
It was Campbell's chicken and rice, so Scott would be happy to open a can if it meant getting his dad away from Gerard.
Scott may not be the smartest guy in town, but he didn't need to be a genius to know that his dad had been using his newfound alpha abilities to control him and that Gerard had been controlling his dad. He didn't know what game Gerard was playing, but it wasn't going to end well for any of the werewolves in Beacon Hills.
"Dad?" He touched his dad on the arm. Michael turned to look at him, though Scott doubted whether his dad really saw him.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way."
"I know, Dad. I'm sure if you just told Chris what happened…."
Michael pushed Scott hard and he narrowly missed falling into the fire.
"You're just like everyone else. Don't you realize Chris is hunting me? He'll kill me as soon as he sees me."
"He's only hunting you because he thinks you killed Anna."
"Chris is hunting me because he hates me, because I have the wolf he wants. He was hunting me long before I killed Anna. He's the monster. I'm not."
Any hope Scott had nursed that maybe Michael wasn't a killer evaporated. He'd known it was the only explanation for Michael's new alpha ability, but he'd been unable to bring himself to admit it.
He hoped Stiles would forgive him for what he'd said the other night. He hoped he'd be alive to apologize.
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