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Who: The entire camp + special guests.
What: Wolves have broken through the camp barriers!
When: Late Wednesday January 29 into early morning on January 30
Where: Various camp locations.
Why: Some canines think they can show Camp Half-Blood who's boss.

It starts with a scream.

The evening harpies, better known as camp's alert system for kids who are out past curfew, have some news for everyone, flying through the camp and shrieking through cabin doors to wake everyone up if they're asleep. (Unless, of course, you're untrained and too young or incapable of fighting tonight. Demeter cabin will be your place of refuge.) After the first call to duty, campers have risen to the occasion with their various plans and promises, patrolling the border and building weapons specifically for their new enemies. The Full Moon passed with only a few howls, much to the surprise of many.

No, these wolves have other plans for the New Moon. Aligned with Gaea and followers of Lycaron, they're a group of six renegades looking for a show and perhaps a tasty snack. One of them just so happens to be in the business of fussing with the Mist, undoing someone's hard work to let in her comrades.

They've got bared teeth, blood on their nails, and a penchant for chaos. Camp, it's time to wake up.

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Scott.

[ Oh gods, oh gods, he's hurt. This has to be her fault that he's bleeding all over the place. He doesn't deserve this, he doesn't need this. He's too good.

Allison immediately and easily flips off the roof, balancing her weight on her arms so she can land on her feet without a hitch, her bows still secure in the quiver. She hurries to him, reaching out to him with her free hand. ]

Scott what - [ Oh, no. ]

[He feels like the blood is everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and he doesn't know what this is but all he knows is that it's fucked. This whole situation is fucked, he should've listened to Derek and stayed out of it.]

Allison...somebody...bit me.

[ Allison can feel something inside of her splinter and her heart drops into her stomach when her eyes focus on the bite mark. She almost makes contact but -

As if controlled by another force, she snaps to attention and immediately backs away a few feet, her hands curled around the dagger hooked into the utility belt around her waist. There is no Code, not when family dies. ]

[He's still covering the wound with his hand, as if it's going to bleed more if he doesn't. What he doesn't know is that his body's working to heal itself without the songs from the Apollo kids, but that's besides the point.

Right now, his heart rate's picking up because he sees her hand move.]

...Allison, don't, please. Please.

[ One finger through the first ring dagger, then the other. She spins them around her fingers until she can curl her hands around the grips. This is when she's supposed to advance, put him out of the misery that awaits, but she finds herself glued to the spot.

She blinks and hardly realizes that her eyes are filled with tears. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This idiot, look at her crying for a boy. ]

You can't - I can't let that happen to you.

[His entire body's shaking because it's not used to the sensations, and he needs to get to that Apollo cabin, to a singer and fast, because he doesn't know this for sure but he knows the signs of bleeding out and his heart is pounding faster and faster and - is she crying?

Is he crying? His mind's so far gone right now he can barely tell.]

I'll - I'll learn to control it. I'll own it, if it happens to me. I can do that. I'm strong, Allison, I-I promise.

[ Allison's heard both Elizabeth and Lydia try to talk her down from the each. They'd both made some considerable progress with her but this sight shakes her to the core. She isn't heartless. All of this is further proof of such.

Come to think of it, Skadi wasn't heartless either.

Allison's hands tremble and she wipes her eyes with the back of her black leather glove. ]

People will hunt you, people like -- like me.

I know.

[It looks as if he's almost trying to mentally gesture to the incoming people with guns and army jackets, because he's kind of afraid to move his arms right now.]

I'm good. You know I'm good- you don't have to do this, Allison. I swear to...swear to the gods. All of 'em. Please...

[ Allison stares at him for what feels like forever, clenching her jaw tightly as she hastily evaluates and reevaluates everything in her mind. She's ruined herself in this camp, she's brought harm to others, she's let mortals in, some of whom betrayed her wishes. Any day now, Skadi will decide that she doesn't want to be Allison Argent anymore and find another host. That's what will happen.

She's hurt, she's still hurting and it's only now that she acknowledges the fact that the grieving period isn't over. She can't fix anything like this, especially if she hurts Scott of all people.

Her hands still shaking, she drops to her knees in front of him, covering her mouth with both hands to keep herself from flat out bursting into tears. ]

[Scott watches her body language and - this girl, this beautiful, smart, wonderful girl he really, really likes is breaking down in front of him and it's breaking his heart, which almost hurts more than his side.

But that's dissipating, a little.

And he reaches out, weakly, placing a hand on her knee, giving her a tiny, tiny smile.]

[ Elizabeth thought she was better than that. Lydia thought she wanted to be a protector. Scott -- she doesn't have to be a genius to know that this boy thinks the world of her and she nearly threw it all away. She nearly pulls away when he touches, like she's toxic.

Her heart can't take this. She's drowning under waves of frustration and anger and immense regret and all she wants to do is run all the way back home. But she is better than that. Look at how he's still looking at her. ]

You're healing yourself. [ Allison informs him, lightly touching his hand back before standing up. ] I - I need to gather the hunters.

[He feels the almost-recoil, feels like his senses and reflexes are heightened even more and that scares him because he's a legacy. Victoria hasn't ever given him this. This isn't supposed to happen.]

Wait, what?

[But it's taken away for that split second - the one he wishes was an eternity - when she touches his hand and he feels like he's melting - and she speaks again.]

Tell them to go. Tell them we'll ward off the wolves. I know we will.

Please, Allison. I have faith in us. In this camp.

I am so sorry, Scott.

[ He has faith in her still and why that is is beyond her. She's proven in a matter of hours that she does not have a grip on her newfound abilities and seems to have few qualms about letting strangers into camp grounds. After this, she'll turn herself into the Big House for punishment.

But first, she has to call off her attack.

With a glance over her shoulder, Allison races away to find the others. ]

[ Stiles' worst nightmare is to be separated from Scott.

Period. In fights, in battles, in real life, being away from his best friend is like losing a limb sometimes. He doesn't know what happened--one minute, he was hot on Scott's heels out of the cabins, and the next, there had been wolves and hunters and Scott was nowhere to be found.

Stiles tears himself away from where he was trying to divert a human hunter with the mist because what the fuck, there are humans in their camp, but the second he seems to have it under control (making them think they just walked into a mini mart), Stiles bolts, yelling Scott's name.

What he finds is pretty much exactly what he was afraid of. Scott's limping--alive--but he's hurt, and Stiles' heart bottoms out in his toes as he breaks into a sprint, coming up behind Scott and ducking up under his arm, to try and lift some of his weight onto his shoulders. There's blood everywhere and they--oh god, they have to get to one of the singers, they have to now, because Stiles Stilinski is not living life without his best friend. ] Scott--Scott, oh my god, dude, we're gonna get you to Apollo like, stat--what happened?! Are you okay?! No, god, stupid question, obviously you're not okay, just--hang on dude, we're going now, okay? Stay with me.

[ Close to tears and trying his best not to have a freakout, Stiles starts to help direct Scott back towards the healers, and as fast as he can manage. ]

[It feels like someone has turned on a great warm light in Scott's life, because first he sees Allison and she - even though she cried, she still showed some sort of...something...and that was good, and now stiles is here and it's all he needs. His pain in his side is dissipating, of course, but it's more bearable with stiles around. All he needs is to know heather is okay and all will be right in the world of Scott McCall.

Even if he is bleeding from the side.

Scott gives Stiles a weak little smile, just nodding, mumbling a 'thanks, dude' as he hobbles up, doing his best to keep up with Stiles' pace.]

One of the werewolves. The bad ones. She got me, man.

[his sentences are brief because it's all he can manage amidst these strange sensations.]

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