It Happens | By : SweetEnigma Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4444 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, I never will. Any songs mentioned in this fanfiction do not belong to me. Same for movies or anything else. I merely own the plot and my OC. |
Disclaimer: I don’t own Teen Wolf, obviously, and no amount of wishing will change that. A/n: Thank you to my amazing Beta Chelsea, http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3937304/, for helping me save this from being a drabble and for the pointers on how to get the chapter going. Thank you a million, girl, I absolutely adore you haha. I make it to the town my father told me to go to, Beacon Hills, California. I sigh and slowly walk through the town. I pass by a warehouse and can smell the scent of another werewolf. Its a few days old, but it’s hopeful. I keep walking, following the scent of the unknown wolf. My super nose leads me to ‘The Beacon Hills Reserve’ as the sign says. I start to walk through the woods slowly, still following the one scent. I don’t truly understand why they are making me find this man. Why was I sent away from my family, from my pack to hunt down some stranger? I just want to be home with them, where I feel safe, where I feel less alone. My thoughts are broken by a sound. I listen closer and hear twigs snapping. I tense up and catch a wif of the new scent. A sense of foreboding hits me, and my instincts have me running. Running as far away from that scent as possible. I run so fast that my lungs start to burn and my muscles start protesting. I just push myself to go faster, and in doing so, I stop paying attention and end up tripping over a tree root. I groan as my body makes impact with the ground, landing on my stomach and having the wind knocked out of me. I grunt and roll over onto my stomach; my eyes squeezed shut as I try regaining my breath. The sound of a gun being cocked has my eyes snapping open. I end up staring down the barrel of a gun, and the face of the person behind the bad scent. My nose wrinkles and I barely resist the urge to cover it. The woman gives me this sadistic smirk and pushes the gun closer to me, near my chest. I growl lowly at her, but she just snickers. “Aw, puppy thinks she’s scary” The woman coos mockingly. I growl again and she just full out laughs at me. “So precious…it’s a shame I’ll have to put you down” She sighs in fake sadness. I raise an eyebrow. “Dog jokes, seriously?” and I roll my eyes at her. She raises an eyebrow back at me. “It’s just so easy” She shrugs. “Kind of like you?” I smirk at her insulted face. “You little bitch!” And then the gun is pressed directly into my chest and I felt fear seeping into my bones. “You shouldn’t have said anything, dog. Now I definitely have to kill you” “Can I at least know your name?” I grunt, pushing the gun away. The woman rolls her eyes and huffs. “Kate Argent” and the first bullet flies. It hits me in my shoulder. I roll onto my hands and knees and start to stand, only to have her kick me in the back and knock me onto the floor. “Tsk tsk” She chuckles. I feel the cold barrel of the gun at the back of my head and close my eyes, waiting. A few seconds of waiting and the gun, and woman, are off of me. I look over my shoulder and see a man, no…not a man, the man. He growls and lunges for the woman, throwing her towards a tree. She bounces off and lands on the ground with a hard, loud THUD. He turned to me and I saw something in his eyes. He picked me up and started running. “W-what’s your name?” I ask him. His scent is filling my nose and making me feel secure and comfortable. “Derek Hale” He grunted. He, Derek, wove through trees and jumped over logs and other fallen objects that were in his path. His hold on me was strong. Eventually, we made it to a burnt down house. He set me in the passenger’s seat of a Chevy Camaro. He starts the car and halls ass out of there. “Where are we going?” I groan as I get jostled in the car. The wound in my shoulder is burning and aching. When I look at it, it seems to not be healing. “To someone who can help with that” Derek said, motioning with one hand towards my wound while the other is on the wheel. I nod and stare out the window, watching stuff go by.
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