I own nothing but Ashlee :) The Hale fire only happened 4 years ago. Laura was 17 when the fire happened, doing 7th form. Derek was 16, doing 6th form at Beacon Hills High. Ash was doing 4th form, she was 14. Cora was 14 and attended Beacon Hills High with Ash. Malia is the same age as Ash and Cora, Ash turned Malia back to human from a werecoyote when she came back to Beacon Hills, her and Malia are now close friends, she isn't with Stiles yet either, still deciding on that.

1-Introduction.

Ashlee's p.o.v

Thud. Bang. Crash.

"Scott?" I called out. I focused my hearing and I could hear somebody outside, on the roof. I pulled my long black hair into a bun and pulled my ring daggers out from the holster under my desk lid. I may be a werewolf but I wanted to keep that secret between me and my alpha, Laura Hale, so for now I was stuck with knives.

I crept down the stairs, daggers ready to strike. It was dark so I let my eyes glow, seeing as a wolf, as I continued down the stairs. I reached for the door handle and heard footsteps behind me. I spun around, dagger to their throat. Scott jumped in suprise and I instantly let my eyes return to normal.

"Scott! What are you doing?" I whisper-yelled at him, he was holding Mum's wooden baseball bat.

"Me? I'm not the one trying to cut my brother's head off!" he threw back.

Thud.

"Go back upstairs Ashy" Scott said reaching for the door. I didn't move. He turned to look at me, I had my dagger's up ready to attack the trespasser. "Just stay behind me then" Scott whispered. I nodded and he opened the door. I stepped out onto the patio, revealing noone.

"Maybe it was a raccoon?" Scott said, confused, turning to look out at the lawn.

I could smell someone..

"AAAAHHHH!" Scott screamed. Stiles was hanging by his feet off the roof, Stiles gave out a yelp of his own. I just rolled my eyes.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled. Stiles gave Scott and I questioning looks after he saw the baseball bat. "I thought you were a predator!" Scott explained, waving the bat.

"Scotty put that down" I said when Stiles flinched away from it.

"A pre..never mind that. Long story short, station called, two joggers found half a body in the woods-" Stiles started, getting himself down.

Half a body. Hunters. "In half what way? Which half did they find?" I interrupted, last thing I needed was hunters.

"What?" Scott asked. He had a confused look on his face which soon disappeared whn Stiles fell from the roof and hit the patio floor. Scott and I helped Stiles up.

"I'm not sure, I just know that it's half a body aaaaand we're going. All three of us" Stiles said smiling and twirling the jeep keys in his hand.

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"I don't know if this is such a good idea, I mean..I wanted a good night's sleep for the big game tomorrow" Scott said, making up excuses for why we should turn back.

"Because it's so exhausting sitting on the bench" Stiles said sarcastically.

I could tell this hurt Scott by the small uptick in his heartbeat, Stiles', Scott's, Mum's and Malia's were the 4 heartbeats I knew off by heart. I hit Stiles upside the head.

"Ow! Ash!" he whined. I gave him a pointed look and he shut up but continued to pout.

"I really don't think we should be out here.." Scott said, his fear of the dark, after being thrown down the stairs by our drunk father after he stumbled home one night, getting the best of him. Ever since that night, he was never fond of the dark, reminded him of the sudden scare and pain from the unexpected 'fall' and being knocked out for just over 2 minutes. I shivered at the memory of seeing him, lying at the bottom of the stairs, not moving as my mother yelled at my father to get out.

"Hey Ash?" Stiles asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Sorry, what'd you say?" I said, trying to play it cool.

"It's your adhd again isn't it? Have you been taking your meds?" Scott lectured. Of course they'd bring it up, they always did. I hated taking them so some days I just..didn't.

"I'm fine Scott" I said, harsher than I wanted too. I walked in front of them. I could hear their whispers from behind me. 'Someone has to make sure she takes her pills' 'I can't constantly watch her' 'Maybe we could hire someone-' 'Stiles! That's a stupid idea' 'Just a suggestion' I scoffed at the idea of a 'medication babysitter'.

I saw lights, I could hear people and cars, and the smell of dog envaded my nostrils. "Get down!" I said, turning to Scott and Stiles. I crouched down behind a falllen tree and watched as Stiles, clumsily, tried to find another place to hide.

I saw John Stilinski, the sheriff and Stiles' father, catch Stiles by the back of his blazer. "Do you always listen in on my phone calls?" John asked.

Stiles made out he was thinking about it before answering, "mmmm..mostly" I heard John smack Stiles in the back of the head like I had earlier.

"Dad?" Stiles complained.

"Are your two usual partners in crime out here with you? Scott? Ash?" John called out to us. Scott looked at me. I shook my head, no, at him. Mum would kill us if she knew we had snuck out. Scott, stupidly, stood in sight of John.

"There's two out of three. Where's the last..Ash?" John called out again, no way in hell I was getting in trouble for this, I stayed down.

"She wanted to catch up on..homework?" Scott said, it sounded more like a question.

John gave Scott his 'I don't buy it' look. "You mean Ash? As in your sister Ashlee? Doing homework?" he questioned. Well. I did homework..sometimes.

"I promise, she's lying in bed doing some school thing..trust me" Stiles told his Dad.

"Trust you?" John asked, skeptical.

"Trust Scott?" Stiles said.

John looked at Scott. "She's at home" Scott said. It must have been enough for John because soon all the noise disappeard and I was alone in the forest.

I let my eyes glow as I followed the trail we had made coming here to get home again, now that I was walking. I must have been walking for 5 minutes when I picked up a heavy scent of blood. My previous task to get home before Mum does forgotten as I turned to follow the blood scent.

When I reached the source, I couldn't hold in the howl of loss and grief that escaped my lips. Laying in the dirt was the bullet-riddened, naked body of Laura Hale. I could smell the wolfsbane coming off her.

"No, no, no, no" I begged, falling onto all fours in the dirt. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My alpha was dead. The girl I had come to know as a friend and a sister was dead. I collapsed into the dirt beside her, sobbing, hadn't we lost enough? The fire, taking almost all of the Hale family besides Peter, Laura and her younger brother Derek. I've already lost the Hale family, they were close friends/family to me and I had lost my best friend, Cora and now this? 2 years after the loss of the Hale family, the police dropping the investigation due to insufficient evidence, I left Beacon Hills with Laura, unable to stay there. Her and I got closer and Laura told me about werewolves and offered me the bite. I accepted of course, my own life looking bleak..my father had walked out on us, Mum was constantly at work, ignoring me and Scott, I had lost the closest thing to a functional family and along with them my best friend. Laura had returned to Beacon Hills before me, saying we needed to find who did this. I had a strong connection with my alpha, I had a sick feeling in my stomach so I returned. That was 6 months ago months ago, I had been looking for Laura ever since. I gave up a month ago when I found nothing that could help me find her. I let the tears fall freely, very unlike me but I didn't care. It was only when I heard footsteps behind me that I stopped crying and spun around to come face to face with a familiar pair of glowing blue eyes and the dark hair to match.

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