chapter 1

A young woman with dark almost pure black hair threw her head back onto her pillow as she sighed loudly in frustration into the phone that she held against her ear.

"Lydia. You're just going to have to go to the mall without me. I'm not going to be able to make it back home before the back to school sales finish. Hell, I'm still trying to convince my dad to let me finish my schooling at Beacon Hills." Allison complained as she placed her other hand over her eyes as she tried to stop another pre-emptive headache from occurring.

Ever since the beginning of the school holidays Allison has been getting frequent and rather vivid flashes or visions which sometimes result in the teenager getting intense migraines. The onyx haired girl hasn't mentioned these migraines to either her friends or her father as the visions mainly consisted of wolves more than likely Werewolves, magic and violence.

Two out of the three were in constant supply due to the life of her family as Hunters so Allison thought nothing of it. She also knew that her father wanted to get herself and him as far away from the supernatural world as possible and these flashes were practically the opposite of what Chris wanted. Especially if magic was truly involved.

The youngest member of the Argent family was currently in France. Allison's father believed that he and Allison needed some time away from America and in particular Beacon Hills. In order to get away from the terrible tragedies that have happened over the last year.

Allison's introduction into the world of Werewolves and other supernatural creatures was one of the most barbaric and inconsiderate ways possible to be brought into this unknown world. Where all the things that go bump in the night reside and everything else in between.

The main reason why Allison was introduced into this world so violently was because Allison's aunt and Chris' sister, Kate. Kate wished to teach Allison how to be a brutal leader of the Argent Hunters since Allison was the next in line to lead. The Argent Hunters were led by the matriarchy line, meaning only a woman could lead them.

Kate lost her opportunity to become the leader of the Argent Hunters as Chris' wife and Allison's mother, Victoria were the first to produce an heir to continue the bloodline while Kate never married.

Neither Chris or Allison's grandfather, Gerald, were unable to take over the role of leader as it was and still is a matriarchal position.

Allison is the last remaining female Argent in the family so by default the position goes to her when she reaches her majority at 18 years old.

Another reason why Chris had forced Allison away from Beacon Hills was a combination of the many events that occurred in such a short period of time. Kate Argent was both accused of arson and premeditated murder before being killed by a homicidal Alpha Werewolf, Peter Hale.

That same psychotic Alpha had bitten and turned a teenager into a Werewolf, someone who Allison had fallen for immediately when arriving at Beacon Hills. The shaggy haired teen Wolf, Scott McCall, was being hunted by Chris since his first transformation and Scott was struggling to balance dating Allison and learning to control his animalistic side from hurting others.

Then there were Lydia's hypnotic vague states where she would disappear and show up elsewhere, generally right on top of a site where something traumatic, supernatural or something relating to death happened.

Lydia's boyfriend, Jackson turned into a Kanima after a failed Alpha Bite by the newest Beacon Hills Alpha, Derek Hale and killed people on behalf of another classmate, Matt. Matt was a student at Allison's school who was also stalking Allison and taking pictures of her without her knowledge.

Then there was Allison's mother's suicide and her grandfather, Gerald's manipulation.

All of these things happening at once in the span of 5 months was too much for both Allison and Chris to handle without intense therapy. However, according to her father, Argents don't speak to therapists. Something about protecting everyone from the supernatural community even at the expense of themselves.

Once Gerald realised that Allison was speaking to Ms Morrell, the school's guidance counsellor and therapist after Matt's death, her grandfather put an immediate stop to Allison's interactions with Ms Morrell by using his position as principal to dismiss Allison from those sessions.

Honestly all of these things thrown together has Allison questioning her own sanity at this point and whether or not her friends actually wanted her back in Beacon Hills after what her family did to them.

Hunting them.

It still makes her sick to her stomach to this day. Allison wonders why Lydia is even giving her a chance to make it up to brilliant strawberry blonde.

Now that Allison and Chris have spent 2 full months away from Beacon Hills, they were able to finally talk through what has happened. Chris did his best to be impartial when answering questions about their Hunter legacy as Allison had many queries about her future of Hunting. Chris sometimes skirted around the questions if he didn't want to answer them and kept repeating that they were pulling out of the Hunter business before one of them died and there was only one of them left alive.

"Allison? … Allison? Are you still listening to me?" The younger girl in California asked over the phone in a soft voice.

Allison blinked as she was brought out of her head by Lydia's voice. "Yeah, sorry. I was just distracted for a moment."

There was a short silence and Allison could practically see her best friend bite her lip for a moment as she held back her usually snarky reply.

"I said that I'll just have to go shopping without you but now you owe me something special from France." Lydia repeated with an air of confidence in her voice.

Allison laughed as she looked over to her wardrobe to look at the few pieces of clothing that she had already picked out for her friend. "Way ahead of you Lyds."

"Wonderful." A pleased tone came from the other end of the phone at Allison's admission.

"So have you met anyone interesting? Have a nice little summer fling?" Lydia teased her friend.

Allison rolled her dark brown eyes at Lydia's probing. "No and I don't plan to."

Lydia chuckled almost dismissively as Allison listened to metal scraping against metal as Lydia was casually searching through her clothes for something to wear.

"Oh please." The strawberry blonde drew out dramatically, "Ally, you are gorgeous and deserve someone to pull you out of your funk… maybe even two people could help."

Allison scrunched up her face in disbelief and confusion. "Seriously Lydia? I'm fine. I swear."

"If you say so. Anyway I'm about to head out. The sales start in just over an hour and I still need to drive to the shops." Lydia mentioned as she pulled something off one of the coathangers.

"That's a… 1 o'clock start?" Allison thought as she did the mental maths between the timezones of California and France.

The girl over the phone gave an affirmative hum of agreement. "Yep. Have you had dinner yet?"

"Yeah, dad cooked for us about an hour ago…" Allison was cut off as she heard the special ringtone coming from the Hunter phone, which had remained suspiciously quiet for the length of time that Allison and her father had been in France.

"I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow and you can tell me all about your shopping spree." Allison almost rushed out as she pushed herself up and off her bed in record time.

"Alright. I'll talk to you later. Love you Ally and have some fun while you're still in France. Please?" Lydia replied with a slight begging tone in her voice.

Allison was basically pressing herself against the hallway door where her father just answered the Hunter phone and whispered her goodbyes to her friend before hanging up.

The ravenette's ear was just behind the frame of the door as she heard her father's reply. "Hello Jean."

Chris sighed in frustration as he looked out towards the door where he knew his daughter was listening in. "I'm not in the Hunting business anymore Jean, you'll have to find someone else to help you."

The elder Argent nearly had to pull the phone away from his ear from the irate police captain as Jean's voice got harsh and angry at Chris' refusal to help.

"Jean, I promised my daughter that we weren't going to do anymore Hunting work." Chris had approached the door quietly as he was talking to mask his steps.

Allison had to hold in her amusement at her father's long frustrated groan but nearly jumped out of her skin as Chris opened the door and raised an unimpressed eyebrow in his daughter's direction.

Instead of looking guilty Allison stood up straight and darted her hand out to the phone to hit the speakerphone button just moments before Jean started speaking again.

"That's bullshit Argent and you know it." The strongly accented Frenchman remarked in audible frustration which had Allison raise her eyebrows at her father in surprise and Chris rolled his eyes at the phone.

"Now get your ass out to my station pronto. I've got two girls, both bleeding and literally stuck together as though they are conjoined twins. We also have witnesses that said the girls also appeared out of nowhere. One moment there was no one in the clearing, next second they were there, no one knows how." The voice over the phone reiterated the events that apparently have happened and why he was calling.

Allison looked intrigued while Chris was apprehensive as he was truly trying to stay away from the supernatural world. The father and daughter duo looked at each other as they had a silent but intense debate about whether or not they would include themselves in this mess in another country.

Chris let out a displeased grunt as Allison looked proud and excited about being able to do something regarding the supernatural world. "I'm going to get some things for the trip. I'll only be a minute dad."

"Oh, and don't forget to bring your gear. One of the girls is definitely a Werewolf. Her claws are out and quite hard to miss if you know what you're looking for. Thankfully I don't think any civilians here have noticed her extraordinary features." The man informed them moments before he hung up and Allison ran back into her room.

Chris followed his daughter and pocketed the phone into his jacket as he stood just outside of her bedroom door with his arms crossed over his chest. "Allison, you know better than to eavesdrop on a private conversation, especially when it's the 'work' phone."

"You wouldn't have told me about the call if I didn't hear the phone ring in the first place, then you would've lied to me. I just took out the middleman and listened to one of your informants or rather our informants." Allison pointed out smartly as she pulled out a duffle bag from under her bed and unzipped it revealing a large rectangular box.

Chris sighed in annoyance. "That's not the point."

He quickly noticed that his daughter was basically ignoring him as she unlocked the box and reached in for her bow. "Don't bother taking that out Al."

Chris entered his daughter's room and leaned down next to his daughter, placing his hand over the slightly tanned ivory skin of his daughter, halting her motions as she looked up at him in confusion.

"You don't need to gear up just yet." Chris tried to explain.

Allison narrowed her gaze on her father. "Dad, you're not leaving me behind or I'll make sure you'll regret training me."

The elder Argent pulled Allison's hand out of the box and closed it. "Trust me when I say I know. But there's no reason to gear up just yet Allison."

"Why not?" Allison remarked as she crossed her arms over her developed but petite frame.

Instead Chris pulled the duffle bag closer as he zipped it up before throwing the bag over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow in his daughter's direction as a slight smile appeared on his face. "Because Jean lives in Paris."

Allison lost all her defensiveness and looked sheepish as she realised that her father wasn't trying to sidetrack her but rather point out that they were about 6-7 hours away from the Werewolf problem. The dark-eyed girl stood up and followed her dad as he walked out of her room. "Oh… Sorry dad."

Chris let out a small chuckle at his daughter's actions. "Would you mind grabbing the briefcase in the study?"

Allison nodded as she ran off to collect the documentation for identification and some items that Hunters use to subtly check and test Werewolves and other supernatural creatures. Things like wolfsbane, iron, silver, salt, mountain ash, mistletoe and anything else that can cause a reaction from a supernatural being.

When Alison rejoined her father at the car, Chris was just shutting the trunk with a loud bang before turning to face his daughter who was only slightly shorter than him by a little over an inch. Chris stood at a solid 5'8" whereas Allison was somewhere between 5'6" and 5'7".

"I hope you know that if you get into this car then we will be having a long chat about privacy and if you want to finish up school in Beacon Hills then this will be the last case we will be working on as Hunters." Chris mentioned as he climbed into the car.

"Dad!" Allison complained as she yanked open the door. "That's not fair."

"Doesn't matter. I'm your father and since you are still a minor you have to listen to me… Al, I don't want to lose you." Argent replied with a no nonsense attitude.

The ravenette opened and closed her mouth once as she realised her father was only being this way as he was worried about her.

Allison hopped in the rent-a-car solemnly as she buckled up her seat belt and turned to look at her father. "I know and I don't want to lose you either dad."

Chris smiled and rested his hand against Allison's check softly as his thumb brushed her jaw and the teenager leaned her head into her father's hand.

"Why do I feel that this is going to be a long drive?" Allison mumbled quietly, muffled slightly by Chris' hand.

The recently widowed father removed his hand and started up the car. "Maybe because it's a 6 hour drive from Lozère to Paris and you're stuck in a car with me as we discuss the conditions of returning to California." Chris remarked with a certain hint of sass that Allison was recently learning about.

"Oh joy… I can't wait. Hang on, it's almost 8 now. Are you seriously planning on discussing going back to Beacon Hills for the whole trip? It'll be almost 2 in the morning when we get to Paris."

"No. We'll chat for a bit now then on our way back we'll go during the day so we have the whole day to talk. Have a nap sweetheart. I'll wake you when we get there." Chris replied as they set off on their long journey with a long groan from the passenger side.

- - -

There was a surprising amount of locals and tourists who were taking a casual stroll in the park during the early dusk hours in the city of love when a loud 'pop' sounded and two girls appeared out of nothingness. The young women collapsed in a lump of flesh on the ground and the dark-haired girl covered the blonde with her body as she went unbelievably still and rigid above the blonde.

This drew a crowd closer to the girls until they got close enough and noticed the blood that was seeping out of the motionless body on the ground. A loud collective gasp sounded moments before the onlookers let out a chorus of horrified screams that travelled throughout the park, alerting even more people.

Most of the crowd moved forward in an attempt to get a closer look at the girls who appeared out of nowhere. When they got to nearly 6 feet of the girls a subtle, but powerful static charge filled the air and they moved back as the feeling of invisible electricity frightened them. The others who didn't approach were on their phones speaking rapid French explaining what they were observing to the police.

After shaking out her ruffled feathers from the rough form of teleportation she just endured, Alexandria crooned solemnly as she fluttered her way over to her Familiar's stoic shoulder. Landing on Hope's shoulder with sharp claws gripping onto the Tribrid's strong shoulder muscles as she rested her head gently on Hope's face. Alexandria's soft golden feathers brushed salty tears off Hope's cheeks as she tried to ignore the ever growing crowd observing her sorrow filled Familiar.

The Tribrid was completely catatonic as she remained hunched over the blonde witch. Her soulmate. Hope was unable to comprehend what happened in such a short time span. One second she and Daphne were celebrating their excellent results for their N.E.W.T's with their ex, Fleur Delacour, then they were enjoying a night in Paris.

The next, the couple were attacked by Ryan Clarke who was possessed by his father Malivore and managed to use his Mud to kill Daphne and have them traverse universes once again. Landing in a new world that she had no clue about and there was a slight block on her magic that either originated from Malivore or the stress from Daphne's traumatic death.

The golden Thunderbird's head rose as she heard sirens off in the distance. Alexandria frantically pecked at Hope's cheek, ear and even her hair to get her attention but the Tribrid was remarkably unresponsive.

The golden bird cawed loudly, quickly realising that she was unable to use her lightning at this present time.

Alexandria was unsure if her magic was being blocked due to the trip through the Malivore Mud or her Familiar's sudden comatose state as she would normally use the excess of magic that naturally flowed off Hope.

Whatever it was, it is thoroughly messing with the Thunderbird's magic. Alexandria couldn't even communicate telepathically with Hope which concerns her deeply.

Alexandria had to think fast as she could see the approaching vehicles with their loud noises and flashing red and blue lights. The golden eagle took flight moving with an impressive show of speed, flying into the safety of trees behind the girls mere moments before the vehicles came to a stop, effectively hiding herself from the locals, tourists and law enforcement.

The young Thunderbird peeked out from behind the trunk of the tree as her claws dug into the thick branch. Red and blue lights flashed off the hard bark of the trees around them and every blade of grass flickered brightly in the night sky.

Cautious black eyes watched on diligently, taking in every movement and action made by the newcomers. They were all pointing a small metal like contraption in the girls' direction. Alexandria was fairly certain that Hope had called them 'guns' and that they were incredibly dangerous weapons.

The Thunderbird's Familiar was under threat and she couldn't do anything to protect her without her magic.

In order to protect her Familiar, Alexandria needed Hope to jumpstart her magic since they are linked by magic but the current dilemma is that Hope was completely unresponsive and moments away from being arrested by the police.

The newcomers were speaking in French as they called out to Hope in particular. " Police! Put your hands in the air and move away from the girl! "

They repeated words very similar to this for nearly 5 minutes before noticing that the brunette wasn't moving at all, almost like the couple were frozen in time.

When the people dressed in light blue clothing edged their way closer to Hope and Daphne, while the others created a perimeter to keep the bystanders back. Alexandria seethed in pure fury as a couple of the cops attempted to pull the girls apart but were unable to. These policemen who were in close proximity shivered as they moved back from the pair until the ominous and electrifying feeling around the couple of girls dissipated.

Hope could barely comprehend the feeling of hands on her shoulders and back, gripping her in an attempt to pull her away from Daphne. The brunette felt her innate magic reserves from their soulbond reacted to the invasive movement and basically formed a watertight seal around any part of her body that was touching Daphne's.

" What the–? We can't pull them apart. It's like they are superglued together. All of the witnesses that we talked to all said the same thing. That they appeared out of nowhere. Some of them even mentioned hearing a 'pop' sound which drew their attention to the girls. " One of the taller cops relayed back to the others who were holstering their guns.

" Well… In that case what should we do with them? " Someone else replied. " It's not like we can take them back to the station like this. They wouldn't fit in the car. "

" They can fit into the van without separating them… " The captain called out before sighing ruefully. " I need to make a phone call. "

Thankfully for the Thunderbird she was perched directly above the captain's head as he made his call, still keeping a wary eye on the pair lying in a bloody mess in the middle of Bois de Boulogne .

"Hello old friend." The captain greeted in English with a strong French accent and a certain level of familiarity with the person he was speaking to on the other end of the line, however, unfortunately for Alexandria she couldn't hear the response.

"Sorry to bother you Chris but I had heard that you were back in France and I've come across one of your sort of cases." The bird's ears narrowed in on that phone call a bit more curiously as Alexandria was suspicious about whom this captain was speaking to.

The captain scoffed after a few moments of listening to Chris' reply to dismissing the request. "Yeah right, you no longer work in this kind of business, it's not something you can just simply quit Argent."

The cop remained quiet for a short time while Chris replied and rolled his eyes and looked up in the air dramatically as he called out. "Oh hey look! Pigs are flying!"

Strangely enough Alexandria heard the drawn out groan of annoyance on the other end of the phone call before the captain growled out in frustration. "That's bullshit and you know it. Now get your ass out to my station pronto. I've got two girls, both bleeding and literally stuck together as though they are conjoined twins. We also have witnesses that said the girls also appeared out of nowhere. One moment there was no one in the clearing, next second they were there, no one knows how."

There was an audible silence on both sides of the phone call that Alexandria noted as she silently jumped down a couple of branches, hoping to be able to increase her chances of hearing the person on the other end of that phone call.

A displeased grunt was heard from the other side of the call. The Thunderbird could only tell that the voice was male, possibly in his late 30's to early 40's. There was another voice in the background but it was too indistinct to make out a gender but they sounded enthusiastic.

"Oh, and don't forget to bring your gear." The cop turned to face the girls in the middle of the park with a curious look as he narrowed his eyes on the brunette's hands.

"One of the girls is definitely a Werewolf. Her claws are out and quite hard to miss if you know what you're looking for. Thankfully I don't think any civilians here have noticed her extraordinary features." The captain added warily as he hung up.

Alexandria looked down and noticed that the police captain was right. Hope's claws were out but they weren't as obvious as he was making them out to be. Her nails were sharp and curved like a claw but her nails were only about an inch long. Easy enough to write off as a girl with long fingernails.

The cop cleared his throat and released a long sigh knowing that this was going to be a long night. Anything with the supernatural usually was.

" Put them in the van. Carefully. We're taking them back to the station. I've called a consultant to come help with this case. We've never had two girls stuck to one another before. " The captain explained as he barked out orders which were followed immediately.

It took the cops about 3 minutes to load up the girls into the van mostly due to the weird energy that surrounded the girls wherever the couple went, slowing them down more than they would like.

The crowd parted for the police and then they were on their way. Alexandria was quick to follow behind the noisy and bright cars. At least it was easy to keep track of Hope and Daphne in the large van with flashing red and blue lights brightening up the still busy streets of Paris.

In all honesty, the Thunderbird was glad that on some level Hope was non-responsive at the moment. The golden bird knew full well that if Hope was aware of her surroundings and the events leading up to now. Hope would have burned this universe to the ground simply for being where her wife had died and for being an obstacle standing in her way of returning back to either the Wizarding World or the Tribrid's universe in order to revive Daphne.

Eventually the cars which were escorting the van with the magically attached girls inside pulled up in front of a sturdy brick building with 'Police' written on the front of the structure. Alexandria squawked in frustration as she couldn't simply fly into the building and still remain discreet. It also didn't help that this stupid structure didn't have many windows to peer inside of.

Hope could vaguely feel herself and Daphne being moved once again to another location but the Tribrid was too distraught to do anything about it as all of her senses were tuned onto Daphne as she waited for the soulbond to kick in and bring her Mate back to life.

Daphne couldn't be dead.

She just couldn't be dead, otherwise the youngest Mikaelson should also be dead. Or at the very least, she should have been simultaneously killed at the same time as Daphne. At least that was what Death had proved when he summoned both Hope and Daphne into his realm, killing them both in one fell swoop.

But Hope herself was still alive, thus her Mate also had to survive. Otherwise there wasn't much worth living for. All of eternity at Hope's fingertips, 2 more soulmates still to find and yet, without Daphne, the Tribrid truly didn't believe that she could go on without her Ice Witch.

A female cop had slowly approached the strange pair in the middle of the desolate jail cell with reinforced steel and concrete lining the walls. The policewoman had no idea why these girls were locked inside this cell. It was the strongest cell that they had in the station and they normally never use this cell unless they're overpopulated. Especially considering that neither of the girls hadn't moved a muscle since the police arrived on-site at the park.

The woman took the vitals of the two girls in front of her. The brunette's heartbeat was so quiet and slow that the cop almost believed that Hope was dead. She also checked the blonde's heartbeat and there was no heartbeat. The blonde was announced dead by her captain and the civilians at Bois de Boulogne .

However the female cop had taken pity on the beautiful blonde girl since no one else thought of excavating the giant rock from the upper left side of her chest. It is very likely that the rock could have easily been the cause of death. It looks like it may have cut the vernacular artery near the heart. Alternatively, another cause of death may have come from the nasty slash across the side of her throat.

Even if the blonde had somehow managed to survive all that she most likely would've suffered some brain damage from the wound sustained on her forehead.

To the policewoman's assessment it certainly appeared as though someone really wanted to kill the blonde.

- - -

Allison could feel the car pull to a stop and her father leaned over to wake her up but before he could actually touch her, Allison lifted her head off the window with a few tired blinks as she turned to face Chris.

"Are we there?" Allison tiredly asked as she yawned and stretched her arms over her head and behind the headrest due to the restricted area in the car.

"Almost. The police station is just a couple of blocks away." Chris replied as he brought his other hand back to the steering wheel as he was exhausted from remaining awake for nearly a full day with no sleep.

The ravenette quickly noticed her father's sluggish movements. "Dad? Are you alright?"

Chris hummed distractedly as he started moving forward as he got a green light. "Yeah, I'll be okay."

Allison observed her father carefully before sitting up straight as though a shot of pure energy flooded her system and she became hyper focused on the task ahead. "So what do we know? I heard something about two girls being stuck together and one of them being a Werewolf with her claws on display."

"That's all I know as well. Jean, a police captain and friend called to report a Werewolf sighting and a unique situation of the Werewolf being stuck to another person, both bleeding." Chris recalled as he looked over to Allison in curiosity at her sudden spike of adrenaline.

"Do we know if the Werewolf is an Alpha, Beta or Omega?" Allison wondered aloud.

"No idea. That's why we were called in. Are you alright?" Chris questioned with a slight frown on his face at his daughter's random spike of exuberance.

Normally Allison was cool headed when heading into an unknown supernatural event or fight but strangely enough she seems to be more excited about this small interaction with a Werewolf.

"Yeah, yeah…" Allison replied quickly, too quickly that even the ravenette girl noticed that her voice went up to a higher pitch and blinked as she thought about it. "I feel fine. I just feel as though I woke up with too much energy and it has nowhere to go."

Chris hummed as he reached into his pocket to pull out the 'Hunter' phone and passed it to Allison. "Do you mind checking the phone to see if Jean left us any more information about what's happening?"

Allison accepted the phone from her father and opened up the most recent messages and read through them.

"He's sent you 5 messages all up but 3 of them are asking how far out we are." Allison relayed.

"The other messages were sent at 10:39pm and 1:14am. The one at 10pm was saying that he's checked the blonde for a pulse and she doesn't have one. The one from 30 minutes ago is an update saying that the Werewolf hasn't moved an inch since they found them. Although he's concerned about the Werewolf's eye colour and wants us to look instead of describing it to us."

Chris' face twisted up in confusion. "What? There's only three colours for Werewolves."

"A searing red for an Alpha, golden yellow for a Beta and a steel blue for an Omega."

"Actually that's a common misconception. The red is definitely an Alpha, generally Alpha status is either inherited through family lines like Talia Hale to Laura Hale when the previous Alpha dies. The other method is when the power is stolen by killing an Alpha, like Derek did to Peter and Peter did to Laura." Chris explained as he looked around for a parking spot near the police station and Allison's attention was completely on her father as he explained the differences between the eye colours.

"However a Beta or Omega can have either gold or blue eyes. The difference between the eye colours are due to if a Werewolf takes an innocent life. The blue eyes signify that a Werewolf has taken an innocent life. Most of the time a pack will kick a blue-eyed wolf out of their pack as they are ashamed to be associated with that Werewolf, generally forcing that wolf to become an Omega."

Allison thought back on that information as she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Derek had blue-eyes before he killed Peter… So he killed someone?"

"Yes."

"Is that why we hunted him?" Allison wondered.

Chris pulled into the parking lot and located a public parking space at the end of the lot and the furthest area away from the front door. "Well, normally we abide by the Hunter's Code."

"We hunt those who hunt us?" Allison quickly interjected. "I heard how Gerard performed a hemicorporectomy on a homeless Omega and you threatened Scott with one as well… Crap."

Chris was in the middle of unbuckling his seatbelt as he faced Allison with a scowl on his face. "I could've sworn that I told you to go home and stay there as we looked for Lydia that night."

"She's my best friend. I wasn't just going to stay home and do nothing while my friend was in danger." Allison defended herself as she exited the car with a guilty expression on her face.