Chapter 1

Party time

My name is Elizabeth, or Ellie for short. I was a senior at Beacon Hills, I was a modest student, good grades. Everything had been normal.

It started on a Friday night, at a school party to celebrate the Senior's latest test results.

Beacon Hill's was very big on party's for some reason, but they had always been rocking parties. Or so I'd heard. I'd managed to miss out on the parties as a freshman due to over protective parents inc. who had it from good authority (aka the Sherriff's station) that it wasn't safe(which was a really silly assumption to make, as if any party not set in someone's house were safe in any way)

Amy had dragged me along, because "How often is there a party, a friggen party Ellie, in Beacon woods, the hottest most scary place to be." and she rattled on about how, like, 4 years ago they found half a murdered body. For week's I was subject to torment, how if I didn't go it wouldn't only be the-most-depressing-party-ever-because-I-wasn't-there, it would boost my social skills and potential to a maximum all time high. Theoretically, because at least 70% of everyone there would be drunk.

Of course, the murder was just some rumour, nothing had ever come of it but Amy wouldn't let it go. I'd shown her countless reports about the area, how the last murder had been in the 80's by a serial killer.

"It happened I'm telling you! Sarah said so, and her brother works for the sheriff!" She'd exclaimed, with some gusto in the middle of history class. Much of the class had tittered at her outburst, the teacher, Ms Rutherford scolded her heavily before carrying on with the class.

"Come on Ellie, just this once, be a rebellious teenage girl who is going to this awesome party with her best friend." Amy had flicked her black hair pretentiously over her shoulder. She'd just got out of History after the teacher had made her stay behind for the 3 minutes of disruption she had caused.

"Okay okay," If anything, I had agreed to keep her quiet, but Beacon Hills forest was the subject of a lot of talk, so why not see what the fuss was about?

And here I was, on the fringe of some random cliff in the forest, a red cup in my hand with hardly touched drink which was definitely spiked. It wasn't as unsafe as it sounded, there was a wooden barricade between everyone and certain death! Who in their right mind would hold a party here?

Luckily I was going out of my way to keep drunk seniors, freshmen, whoever else had turned up, away from the edge. Amy had wandered into the middle of party not long after we had arrived, hooking up with some guy from some class or something. The music thumped loudly through the ground making it feel like my heart was pumping extra hard to the weird erratic rhythm.

So far, everything was going well, no one had fallen over the edge, I hadn't been completely ignored. A few friends from English had found me as I was walking my way around the edge.

"My god is that you Ellie?" A voice had called teasingly, and I recognized her voice instantly. Lola was sat on a fallen log with two of my other friends, Ethan and Melissa. All three of them had red cups in hand and dorky grins "I can't believe you're here!" Lola half yelled over the music as I walked over.

"Told a white lie" I grinned, finally feeling rebellious enough to admit what I'd told my parents. "Told them I was studying"

"Oooh you complete rebel" Melissa grinned, raising her red cup in toast.

After listening to my friends tell me stories of the latest gossip, I excused myself to try and find some drink not spiked. That led me to the back end of the party, where the music still rumbled the ground but everything felt slower. Half an hour later I was still here, saving innocent teens from what I imagined would be death.

The crowd was slowly drifting back towards me and the barricade with quite a speed for a group of teens who were heavily influenced by alcohol. Someone in the crowd was twirling at a dangerous speed, heading back and back and back from the crowd and closer to the barricade.

"Time to step in" I mumbled to myself, trying to gently press pass the crowd, of course like all drunk people they didn't budge out of the way quick enough. Not that I wanted to endanger them, but then I didn't seem to be moving fast enough. Time slowed as she, the dancer, stopped and their face caught the light of the full moon.

My breath caught, Amy was grinning drunkenly, oblivious to her surrounded as her legs brushed the fence. Panic swelled within me like a balloon, I couldn't get through quick enough to pull her back. I stepped over the barrier, walking with some speed towards her.

"Amy!" My panic had bubbled out in a yell and I saw her face, flicker with surprise.

A shoulder collided with mine.

And then I was falling.

Having been so concerned with my own friends safety, the safety of my school friends, I had forgotten my own. The crowd had shoved backwards and me, silly, cautious me, had fallen.

How careless was the only thing I thought as I fell through the air and my world turned black.

I remember pain. Blinding red pain in my chest. Guttural gasps and groans escaped my lips as I struggled to breathe. My brain had clocked onto what had happened, I'd fell and now I hurt. Had Amy truly understood what she saw? Would anyone look for me? It could be hours before anyone begins to look, and 24 hours before I am declared missing, would anyone know where to look?

I forced my eyes open, trying to remain conscious while pain throbbed through the right side of my body in red ripples. My brain ticked itself over, trying to figure out exactly what hurt. I tried to tilt my head back to look up where the cliff was, the music was fainter now. No one was looking over the edge. No one was worried.

My chest exploded with pain every time I tried to breathe, my right arm was numb from the shoulder down. Underneath was hard and sharp digging into my skull and pricking the skin.

Scott

The voice was quiet, maybe it wasn't and I was passing out again. Somewhere in my fading mind I heard a howl pierce the dull distance thud of music.

Flashes of red and black swirled in confusing patterns, voices floated in at parts. Cold seeped through my back

it's been 6 hours Scott.

I know

They'll start a search soo-

I know Liam!

Just do it man, she's dying

Stiles shut up man I know.

Can you stop saying "I know?"... If she was in my pack I'd eat her

The last voice was distinctly female, harsh.

A lot of sighs followed and I blacked out

Can you hear me?

The voice sounded strained, but soft as if afraid to wake someone up.

My mind whirled, why didn't they just take me to the hospital? If I really was dying, why not take me to the hospital? With a soft gasp, pain faded from my body.

You're safe.

The voice was softer still, a soft warmth brushed my forehead.

Safe? Safe. Safe.. Safe where? my body felt heavy and I tried to push words out, I needed answers.

You're in the vets, Deaton's. Don't panic.

A vet? I'm not an animal.

It sounded like the voice was smiling. I tried to force my eyes open, squinting as white light blinded me.

"Deaton, she's awake" the voice called.

I tried to push myself up off the cold block I was on. A warm hand pushed my left shoulder down again, forcing me to lie down

"I'm fine" my voice cracked, hoarse from dehydration.

A face hovered over mine, soft brown eyes, olive skin and rough stubble. Worry etched into his face, like I was his concern, burdening him with guilt.

"Please, don't move, you may tear the stitching with sudden movements." A voice came from my feet "I do hate re-stitching patients." His face joined the other's who instantly drew back looking angry.

"Is she okay?" His voice had a harsh edge, but it was definitely the one from earlier, the I know voice.

Warm hands probed my left side, flexing all of my fingers and joints.

"Left side, perfectly fine." He switched side, "right side, sadly, is beyond my repair."

"Take me to a hospital." What was wrong with these people, I was injured, some vet had stitched me up, and I wasn't allowed to move? Well now I felt super safe and sure I would recover just perfectly!

"No." The man stormed over, looking at the vet, Deaton I guess, with some anger in his face

"She cannot."

"Yes, she can." I replied angrily, trying again to get up and succeeding. My success was short lived, as a terrible pain ripped through my chest, shoulder and lungs. To say my scream attracted attention would be to lie. 5 people bounded into the room, weapons pulled on me, ranging from two hand pistols, to a shotgun. What the fuck was what I wanted to say. Instead I just screamed more, my voice breaking and tears streaming down my face.

And no one moved.

"Scott." Deaton's voice from behind me hovered on the fringe of pain.

"Scott man, she's bleeding. " Another man's voice

"If he doesn't I will" The girls voice from earlier, my left wrist was twisted back and up at an painful angle. Something sharp grazed my skin.

"Malia" A voice rumbled, dark and full of power, my wrist dropped.

"Malia, we spoke about the, the biting and the alpha, thing" the man voice sounded strained. It sighed.

"He needs a pack but he's too fucking chicken to build it. How often does a perfect opportunity basically fall into our path? Never!" Malia's voice huffed angrily

I had no idea what kind of trippy drugs the vet had put into my body, maybe it was for big Dane's of horses, fuck knows. But, either they were tripping or I was. I couldn't do more than rock forward my left hand cupping my right elbow.

Two warm hands placed themselves gently on my shoulders, a small wail erupted from my mouth as the weight pressed down. Deaton took my legs and pushed them so I was sat on one end of the table, my feet barely touching the ground. In front of me, stood who I assumed was Scott. His brown eyes searched my face.

"Do you wish the pain to be taken away?" Did I what? What kind of mad world was he from where you wouldn't want pain to go? I bobbed my head.

"She has to say yes, it has to be a conscious agreement of the sane. " A deep voice rumbled from behind me.

"Derek." His voice was threatening, his hands tensing on my shoulders caused me to cry out, my screams turned to yells of Yes, repeatedly shouting until the word lost meaning and my head fell forward, crying against this strangers chest.

"This will hurt" His voice was full of guilt. How could he be guilty? He didn't push me, he didn't make me go to that stupid death party. Given, he hadn't taken me hospital but neither had the crazy vet or the weird Malia. I doubted anything he could do would hurt me anymore than I already hurt. My whole body was screaming at this point, and blood loss finally affecting my vision.

The last thing I remembered, before I yet again blacked out, was a sharp biting pain in my left shoulder.