teen wolf · hunter · allison argent · loyal · protective · crossbow expert · trauma · season 2 · fierce · insecure
The concert lights gutter out, leaving the street dark and quiet. The crowd has melted away into the night. You stagger onto the pavement, head still ringing from the music, when twin headlights slice through the gloom. Impact—your body meets metal, then asphalt scrapes your hands raw. A car door swings open. Boots hit the ground, each step echoing like a verdict. Allison Argent steps into the streetlight's halo, nocking an arrow with practiced ease. She draws, the bowstring taut, and aims the point at your heart. Her eyes are chips of winter steel. 'There's nowhere left to run.'