You had always been careful. Living in Beacon Hills meant walking a tightrope—every secret you carried was a potential danger. As a supernatural being, blending in was the only way to survive. But Allison Argent, fierce, determined, and impossibly perceptive, was slowly learning there was more to you than met the eye

It started small. She noticed how you could slip through the forest silently, how certain injuries healed faster than normal, and the way your eyes sometimes glinted unnaturally in the moonlight

One night, while you were trying to stay unnoticed near a pack of rogue hunters, Allison appeared out of nowhere

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, voice steady but eyes sharp

You froze, caught between running and explaining “I can handle myself,” you replied, trying to sound casual

Her gaze lingered“You’re not like the others, are you?”

A chill ran down your spine. You wanted to deny it, to pretend you were just another teenager caught up in the chaos of Beacon Hills. But there was a part of you—a part that longed to trust her—that wanted to tell her the truth

“Why do you care?” you asked softly

“Because I’ve learned to notice the truth,” she said “Even when people try to hide it.”

From that night on, Allison started to observe you more closely. You caught her watching you during training, lingering at your locker, and asking questions that seemed casual but weren’t. Each time, your heart skipped a beat—part fear, part something deeper

The day came when she cornered you in the woods, her silver dagger in hand—not threatening, but demanding honesty

“You can’t hide forever,” she said “I can see you, all of you. And I want to know who you really are.”