tarnishedargent​ :
Allison was building up like a bomb about to explode, getting more and more overwhelmed with every revelation she had. And keeping it inside was only making her more stressed, not even telling Belle what was going on with her. Telling herself that she couldn’t involve more people, not right now. Not when there was so much uncertainty and confusion about how it had happened. She didn’t want people trying to investigate, this wasn’t a mystery for the pack to solve - it was her life.
“That suggests that I wanted to be left alone. And I texted you last night, I wasn’t completely ignoring people.” She argued, turning back towards the box, grabbing at one of her mum’s cookery books that came from the box, flicking through the pages, distracted. This wasn’t how she’d planned for her next conversation with Derek to go, but life had to go and throw her another curveball. Just like it had when they’d had their almost kiss.
Finding nothing in the book, she shoved it back in the box, with the random things that had fallen out of it.
“Now you know where I am, you can go.” She muttered, pulling another box down from the shelf, tears in her eyes. There had to be some papers, some letters, some something to explain things.
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"Or that you were in trouble," Derek argued. "Hard to tell the difference when you don't communicate." He stepped closer to Allison, inspecting the book and documents she was looking through. His brow furrowed. "A lot can change in one night." A lesson everyone in the Pack had learned from a young age; and had it reinforced recently during Valentine's Day. He didn't mean to nag her, and he was well aware she wouldn't appreciate it. But it seemed the brunette needed a reminder of how important it was to keep in touch with her pack.
Of course, there was also the possibility he was the only one the huntress wasn't updating.
They had barely seen one another since the carnival, even less talked to each other without anyone else around. There were other matters that needed their attention, more crucial and immediate matters. Discussing what almost happened, what didn't happen...
Neither of them would be that selfish, not after the attack, not when their Pack needed them. But since their biggest worry had finally lessened, giving everyone time to think and process everything that happened; maybe whatever resurfaced had led Allison to actively avoid him. Things had been improving between them, they were finally getting along and actually seeing each other as pack. And now, because of one stupid thing, she was pulling away again. Or maybe he was the only one still thinking about it and reading far too much into things.
Derek sighed. He should have never agreed to take the dance class.
"Allison." He stood at her side, trying to get her attention. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it, I'm not here to force you. But we can't--" The scent of tears stopped him from continuing, making the wolf forget his train of thought. "Hey, stop." He urged her, pulling the box away from her hands and tossing it on top of the table near the wall. He almost reached out to take her hand, but quickly decided against it, his arm lowering back to his side. Derek swallowed hard. "--Allison, what's wrong?"












