Prologue
My name is Esmerelda McCall. I'm Scott McCall's cooler, older sister. Although we look nothing alike (not that I want to complain about that). I have short hair that's a deep red color, and bright eyes, one blue, one green. The only thing that's different about us I can complain about is the fact I'm 5' 3" and he's taller, which is inconvenient because it makes it harder to enforce my being older.
There is one thing we have in common though, and it all begins on a full moon.
Chapter 1
I watched the door and waited, as usual, for my brother and his usual partners in crime. I sat on the hood of the car, hoping no one I knew saw me. Of course however, luck was not in my vocabulary.
I saw my best friend walking down the road and jumped into the car in an attempt to hide. I honked the horn several times and saw Derek and Scott jump out of the window confused. Stiles ran out of the door after them and hopped into the jeep pushing me over to the passenger side.
Derek got in the back seat and shouted, "What the hell was that all about?"
I ducked down in my seat avoiding the question. I took stiles hat off his shaved head and shoved it onto my head in attempt to make my bright red hair less noticeable.
"Just drive Stiles!" I shouted at him, and with that he hit the gas and off we went towards who knows where. Once we were off the street and past her I sat back in my seat and gave Stiles his hat back.
"What was that about Esmerelda?!" Scott yelled at me.
"That was me avoiding people I know, since you know, nobody knows I'm in town!" I shouted at him irritated with his usual stupid self.
He nodded then, finally understanding. I sat back in the seat and said, "So Stiles, where are we going?"
"Derek's house, he's rebuilding it and me and Scott are helping him." I nodded; I hadn't been to Derek's house in a year. I moved away right after Scott and I got bit, so I guess things changed.
We pulled up to the house and I hopped out. The house looked pretty good, they had all the walls built and the framework done as far as I could see.
"Looks good boys." I said, laughing to myself at the front door. Stiles had probably done it; the sign next to the door stating the address was upside down.
Derek slapped Stiles on the back of his head; gently of course, wouldn't want to knock his head off his neck.
"You idiot, you put it on upside down." He growled and went to the porch, ripped the sign off and threw it on the ground.
"Hey hey mister grumpy pants, it can easily be fixed." Scott told him and picked up the sign.
"So how much have you guys gotten done? I mean I see the outside is done, but how much of the inside?" I asked, walking towards the building but keeping my distance from Derek. I may know him, but just barely. The only connection we have is Scott and we haven't spoken more than once or twice.
That doesn't mean I have to trust him of course. Scott and Stiles I can trust though, so I guess I can handle Derek for now. But one wrong move and this boy is dead before he can bark.
"Mostly done, just have the second half of the second floor is left." Derek said and I nodded stiffly.
"We think, that it's best mom doesn't know your back, since you and her don't exactly see eye to eye." Scott said and I glared at him already guessing where this was leading.
"Then where do you expect me to live while I'm here helping you?" I asked and he scratched the back of his head nervously.
"Well…that's what we brought you here for," he said and my glare intensified.
"You're going to be staying here, with me." Derek said and I glared even more before stalking off into the woods.
"Shouldn't we go after her?" Derek asked.
"It's best if we leave her to do what she wants and let her come back on her own." Stiles said.
I stalked deeper into the woods, ignoring the sounds of them behind me at that house. I kept going until my heightened senses no longer heard them and then I did something awesome; well terrifying to most.
I jumped into the tree above me and howled loudly. I let my claws come out and slashed at the tree bark until you could barely distinguish it was a tree and not a pile of mulch.
I jumped down and slashed at more trees for hours. It was dark by the time I stopped and put away the claws.
I started to walk back to the house when I heard footsteps. They didn't sound familiar, like Stiles and Scotts did; so I thought that maybe it was Derek.
"Go away Derek, I'm heading back to the house and I can do it without an escort." I growled at him.
Just then though, a figure walked out from behind a tree. And it wasn't Derek. It was a man, holding a crossbow. And that crossbow, what exactly was it doing? Pointing at me of course.
TO BE CONTINUED…