"Are you almost packed?" Scott said first as he entered his mother's house, Isaac right behind him.
The beta quickly closed the front door and peaked out the window in the living room, watching for any irregular movement.
"Almost. Scott, what's going on?" Melissa said, walking down the stairs, two carry-bags in her hands.
"No time to explain. Stiles' dad is on his way over; he's gonna' take you somewhere safe."
"Safe? Scott talk to me."
"They killed her," he said, sitting down, his eyes a little glazed over from shock. "They killed Allison."
"You're gonna' help me cook tomorrow, right?" Melissa asked Scott as he bit into his grilled cheese.
"Uh—" Scott began.
"Listen here, if your entire pack is coming over
the Argents, I sure as hell am not cooking without help."
"I'll help you, mom," Isaac said with a mouthful. "Even on his own Scott still needs to stay away from the kitchen." Isaac smirked at Scott's frown, looking over at Melissa who also smiled.
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