The beta is reluctant to approach of his own accord, but when Allison offers a tentative smile, he comes bounding over instantly.

"Hey. How bad was it?"

"Don't expect any more sleepovers anytime soon."

"No, of course not. I'm sorry I held you up last night. It was just, you know, I couldn't really trust myself."

"It's not your fault. I can't imagine how you must be feeling, with all of this."

She closes the space between herself and Scott.

"It was almost exciting, at first. Now I'm just worried I'm going to hurt someone."

"My number one question, actually. And also still 'what the fuck' and 'what are you doing to do during the full moon?'. Which is coming up really soon."

"You think I'm a werewolf too? That's what Stiles said."

"It's at least closer to that than vampire, right?"

"I don't really have a plan, yet. This just happened. I didn't even really know for sure it was anything until practice. I just thought I was having a good week."

"Unless the cure for asthma gives you claws and glowing eyes... I'm gonna guess it's something weird. You could hardly control yourself last night. If folklore about werewolves is right, it's going to be even harder during the full moon."

She puts a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"We can figure this out. We still have a few days. Walk me through that night again."

"I was in the woods. It was later than I should have been out, but everything seemed quiet. I started to walk back home when a stampede of deer ran past me. I dropped my inhaler. I was looking on the ground when I found the body. Before I had time to do anything else, it attacked me. I didn't- it was too big, bigger than any wolf should be. I thought I imagined it. Stiles said there haven't been any wolves in California in a long time. I thought maybe- the bite healed. Bites like that shouldn't heal, unless you imagined them."

"Did you show anyone the bite? Not that I have any doubt it existed, but..."

"I saw it. It wasn't completely healed, but I wouldn't have believed a wolf gave you that if you hadn't told me, Scott."

"I showed it to Stiles- well, with the gauze over it. It was bigger then."

"Scott, about Stiles- what are you going to tell him?"

"He doesn't seem like the type to let this sort of thing drop."

"No, he's not. I don't want to lie to him. He saw everything, anyway, I don't know if he'd believe me."

"Do you think we can trust him?"

"He's my best friend. We can trust him."

Unfortunately, school does still exist. The bell rings.

"Just so long as he doesn't go blabbing to his dad, I think you're good," she says with a wave. And off she goes to class. Education!

Education.

Allison talks to Scott, ensuring him that she's here to support him in whatever difficulties he's going through, because he needs her.

Allison talks to Lydia, promising her that she needs someone to help her with this new school and new people, and her terrible dress sense.

Jackson, meanwhile, talks to Regan.

"Hey. Saw you at practice yesterday. Thanks for coming out."

"Not much else to do in this town, but you're welcome. Though it looked like you were having a rough time of it, Mr. Best-Player-This-Side-of-the-Mississippi," she teases.