Vengeance ☾ Teen Wolf

Chapter 1: Declaration of War

It had only been a weekend. Only the weekend and yet it felt like Friday night was a lifetime ago. Since the news broke Saturday about Kate Argent having the caused the Hale fire and with Lydia, her phone had not stopped blowing up with texts and calls. The house phone wouldn't stop ringing and it even got to the point where Erin pulled it from the wall just so they could try and get some peace and quiet. Sheriff Stilinski was the only call Erin would take while Lexie didn't take any except Scott, Stiles, and Isaac. It wasn't like she could talk to Lydia, and after what happened Lexie wasn't sure Allison would ever want to speak to her again.

She did though. All Lexie wanted to do was talk to Allison about what they were going through, talk about their families. But every time she picked up her phone to text her, her mind couldn't stop playing the images of Kate's death and of the fire. Kate was an Argent after all and was killed by a werewolf, a Hale no less. They were probably out for blood. Lexie couldn't risk losing Erin to their wrath just because she wanted to make sure Allison was okay. So she just hid away in her room as much as she could, getting only brief updates on Lydia to distract her from her own mind.

At least until she heard a distant scream. Lydia's scream.

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Lexie sat in the back, clutching the duffel bag of clothes she had brought. When Stiles had texted her exactly how Lydia had left the hospital, the last thing she wanted was for anyone to see her friend like that. Something must have scared her so bad that she would do something that stupid. That or the drugs they gave her were seriously trippy.

Stiles opened up the door and hopped into the driver's side, handing Scott a hospital gown. There was still a blood stain on it. A blood stain from where her father had bitten her best friend. Lexie swallowed hard. Scott asked Stiles, passing the gown back to Lexie. "This is the one she was just wearing?"

Stiles nodded. If anyone in the car felt like she was, it was him. She took a quick sniff of the gown and passed it back to Scott. Lexie reached forward to put her hand on Stiles' shoulder. "We're not going to let anyone hurt her, Stiles. Not again."

"All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her. Wow!" Stiles jumped. His headlights shone on Allison as she ran to the Jeep. She went to the passenger side to see Scott.

He leaned out the open window. "What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us."

"I don't care - she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do."

"I can find her before the cops can."

"How about before my father does?" Allison said. "I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

Lexie slinked back into her seat. "They think she's turned."

Scott opened up his door, telling her, "Get in."

As they drove away from the hospital, Stiles asked, "All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?"

Lexie shook her head. "Unless the code has changed recently, they only hunt adults that have killed. Then again, given everything that's happened, I doubt anyone really wants to stick with the rules. Allison, did they tell you anything?"

"They won't tell me anything," she replied. "Okay, all they say is, 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here.'"

"What others?" Stiles questioned.

"I don't know, they won't tell me that yet," Allison told him.

"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on," said Stiles, before yelling: "Scott, are we going the right way?"