You never expected to find yourself in a life-or-death situation with Allison Argent. She wasn’t just the legendary hunter in Beacon Hills you’d heard whispers about—she was smart, fearless, and somehow, utterly captivating. And now, by some twist of fate, you were about to make a pact that would change everything.

It started in the woods. You’d been tracking a pack of rogue hunters for a school project—yeah, you weren’t exactly supposed to be there—and somehow, you stumbled right into a trap. Before you could even scream, Allison appeared, silver knife in hand, eyes sharp and calculating.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, voice steady but tense. “It’s dangerous.”

“I… I was just—” you started, but a growl cut you off.

From the shadows, a snarling wolf lunged, and without thinking, Allison grabbed your hand and pulled you behind a tree. Your heart pounded—not just from fear, but from the proximity of her.

“Listen,” she said after the wolf retreated, her eyes locking with yours. “We protect each other, okay? No matter what.”

You nodded, adrenaline making your chest feel tight. “Deal.”

That pact was supposed to be simple—survive the night together—but every moment you spent beside Allison made your feelings more complicated. When she taught you to track the wolf’s scent, her fingers brushed yours, and sparks shot through your veins. When she saved you from a collapsing tree branch, the way she looked at you—eyes filled with concern and something else, something warmer—made your knees weak.

One night, while sitting by a small campfire in the woods, you laughed at something she said. The sound seemed to hang in the air, and before either of you could stop it, she leaned closer, her voice soft.

“You know… I didn’t think I’d ever make a pact like this with anyone.”

“Why not?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“Because… I didn’t think anyone would be worth it.” Her hand found yours, and this time, the spark wasn’t just from danger—it was real. Your fingers intertwined.