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Allison was doing her best to not bring her weapons out. Scott was, once again, treating Stiles as though he was a toy. 'If Scott doesn't stop this, he's going to find himself suffering from a few unknown poisons,' Allison was fiercely protective of Stiles, she adores him. He's the baby brother she wishes she could have. She bit her lip, maybe, just maybe, she could talk to Mrs. Hale. Allison knew there was a huge chance that the Hale pack would ignore her, but, Stiles is a True Omega. He would go feral if Scott doesn't stop acting like this. That made her heart ache, she had somehow managed to stop Stiles from going feral the first time. Allison was terrified that if Stiles were to go feral again, Hunters would take that as a go ahead to hunt Stiles. 'Maybe Lydia or Jackson might be able to help me find someone that will help me protect Stiles,' Allison wants to get Stiles to safety. There was only so much that Sheriff Stilinski could do.
"Stiles," Allison says softly, combing her fingers through the brunette strands, "should we try to involve a pack?" Stiles whines in agreement. He was terrified that Scott would force himself on his sister figure, that he would go truly feral. Allison tightens her arms around her baby brother figure, muttering that she'll protect him, they would be safe. They fell asleep, their makeshift pack bonds nudging their way over to Alpha Talia Hale, and her husband, Lucas.
"Lucas, did we miss any betas in Beacon Hills?"