Invisible String {2} TW

Ch. 1 Anchors

"See what?" Lydia wondered.

Allison didn't respond. She just picked up her quiver and began walking in the direction she had seen movement in. "Stay here," she told them.

"Are you serious?" Lydia asked.

"I'll be right back," Allison assured her, walking off.

"She did not just say that," Lydia muttered.

"Are we forgetting which one of us here has actual claws?" Ayla asked, loud enough for the Argent to here. Allison didn't respond though. "Oh, here we go," the she-wolf mumbled.

She started to walk off, but Lydia grabbed her arm. "Do not leave me," the strawberry blonde told her.

"Then come on," Ayla told her.

Lydia frowned, but followed the Hale further into the woods. She never released Ayla's wrist as she did so, not willing to lose the other girl.

They chased Allison through the woods, at least till she spun around and fired two arrows at them. With Lydia holding one of her hands, Ayla had to choose which one to grab. She chose the first one, which also happened to be the one flying towards Lydia's head. She grabbed it out of the air, with it only inches from Lydia's face. The other impaled itself in Ayla's shoulder. The she-wolf gave a gasp of pain.

"Oh, my God!" Allison exclaimed as she realized what she had done.

"Ayla!" She turned, finding Isaac nearby. The other werewolf ran over to her, taking in the arrow currently sticking out of her.

"Just get the damn thing out of me," she told him.

Isaac grimaced, and wrapped a hand around the shaft of the arrow. "On three?" he asked.

"Sure," Ayla muttered.

Isaac nodded, and yanked the arrow out with no warning. "Son of a..." the she-wolf trailed off, while all of her friends just looked at her in concern.

"I'm sorry," Allison apologized.

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Now wearing one of Isaac's shirts- primarily to avoid questions from her father about why her shirt had blood on it- Ayla stood with the other beta in Scott's bedroom.

"Right at her head?" Scott asked.

"Almost right through it," Isaac told the alpha.

"And my cute new sweater is now stained with blood and has a lovely arrow sized hole in it," Ayla told him as Scott sat down on his bed.

"And she keeps saying the same thing, that she keeps seeing her aunt," Isaac continued.

"Which isn't at all comforting, given that this is the same woman who arranged the murder of almost my entire family," Ayla added.

"Whatever is happening to you guys is getting worse. If Ayla hadn't been there, Lydia would've been dead," Isaac said.

"And if Isaac hadn't been there, I probably would have had a really fun car ride where I had an arrow sticking out of my shoulder," Ayla told him, subconsciously rubbing the now healed wound.