In the center of the fray, Allison Argent didn't hesitate. She had spent her life learning to survive, but tonight wasn't about survival; it was about the people she loved. She saw Isaac pinned, the dark spirits closing in on him.
Scott’s world went quiet as he saw the blade pierce her. The roar that left his throat was something more than wolf; it was pure, unadulterated grief. He reached her just as she began to fall, catching her before she hit the cold ground.
Scott was occupied with a flurry of attacks from two Oni, his claws sparking against their blades. He couldn't get to her. He saw her reach for her quiver, pulling a single arrow—one tipped with the silver she had forged with her own hands. [S3E23] Insatiable
"Allison," he whispered, his hands trembling. He tried to take her pain, but there was too much of it. It felt like trying to hold back the ocean with his bare hands.
The air at Oak Creek was thick with the scent of ozone and old stone. Scott McCall felt every hair on his arms stand up—not from the cold, but from the raw, chaotic energy radiating from the Nogitsune. The Oni moved like shadows given substance, their blades whistling through the air with lethal precision. In the center of the fray, Allison Argent didn't hesitate
She looked up at him, her eyes clear despite the fading light. "It’s okay," she breathed. "It’s perfect. I’m in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I’ll always love. I love you, Scott McCall."
Across the courtyard, Stiles stood frozen, the Nogitsune’s influence finally shattered but the cost laid bare before him. Lydia let out a scream that echoed through the hills of Beacon Hills—a banshee's herald for a warrior who would never come home. Scott’s world went quiet as he saw the blade pierce her
"Scott!" she cried out, her voice cutting through the clash of steel.