This story is based on the movie "Skinwalkers". I've decided to embellish on parts that I wanted to and completely go in an opposite direction than what the movie did. I loved most of the characters so some of them will remain but I've added a few of my own.

Reviews are always welcome! Thanks for reading

~Inked4Life


Moira Lynn McRory was not your average girl. She was beautiful, intelligent and she had a secret that would literally kill.

She'd grown up knowing her life as 'cursed'. A cruel mistake of nature that she needed to keep suppressed, hidden, shackled from those who didn't understand. That pretty much meant everyone else. Their kind preferred to stick in close knit communities separated from the rest of the world. They called themselves Humanists because they chose to preserve the human race and shackle themselves when the change happened. The Naturalists were the other end of the race of 'cursed' individuals. They chose to embrace their natural state, to change openly and feed on blood. It was something that once you tasted you could never go back on. Moira had seen a Humanist who'd mistakenly chanced not being shackled and once he'd tasted human blood he had never been the same.

Moira had experienced the change for the first time when she hit puberty. She'd been taken down into the basement of her family's house and there she had been strapped into leather and chained to the wall. It has been a hard transition the first time. She had screamed in agony and thought she was being ripped in half. She remembered very little of being in her alternate form. Her parents told her that it was better this way since it was a darker, evil side.

Moira had gone along with what she'd been raised to know but in no way did she believe it. She hide from her family that she liked turning in the Lycanthrope she was. It was power and she enjoyed having that. She rarely ventured into a human town because it was just easier to be around those like herself, but Moira often wondered what it would be like to walk amongst them and they be completely obviously to the fact that something they thought as merely fantasy and things found in movies was so real they were standing next to it.

So at the age of 25 she was still living in the small town of Hugenot with the rest of her family and kind. She worked at the school in the town teaching to students she had known since birth and who's parents she had gone to school with. She would go home to her small little two bedroom house every night and grade papers. Occasionally she would go out with one of the guys who hadn't mated off with some girl but there was no one special in her life. Her parents were both dead now, having died a few years earlier in a car accident.

She was trapped. Moira felt herself being slowly suffocated and there was nothing she could do about it. She would die in this town having never known any other way of life. Having never done anything reckless and having never experienced true joy.

Moira knew Timothy, she had taught him the year before and she was well aware of the Prophecy that her people believed. It was something they had kept hidden from him and his mother, Rachel, because they knew nothing about them. To Rachel and Timothy, Moira and the rest of the town members were all humans, carrying on normal daily activities.

They had no clue of the danger that they were in. Once the Naturalists found out where Timothy was hiding then there was sure to be a war between the Humanists and Naturalists.

"Moira, what are you still doing here?" Moira looked up from the pile of papers that she was grading. She smiled when she saw her boss, Graham Winters, the principal of the school standing in the doorway of her classroom.

"Time slipped by I guess. I wanted to get some of these graded and well…you know me." Moira said tossing the red Bic pen onto the pile and pushing back in the chair she sat at. Graham chuckled and shook his head.

"Yes I do know you and you better head home. That's an order. Go out, enjoy the weekend, it's Friday for Heaven's sake!" He said. Moira sighed. Yeah, it was Friday. Another long uneventful weekend loomed in front of her.

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" She said holding her hands up. She said goodbye to him and watched him walk down the hall before she began to pack things into her bag. She stuffed the pile of papers she still had to grade in there as well and an extra red pen just in case.

After making sure that everything was taken care in the classroom she flipped the lights off, closed the door and headed outside. She normally walked to the school, when it was warm out and it was a beautiful late spring day. She was walking down the sidewalk, looking at the window displays that she'd pretty much memorized already when she heard the thundering sounds of motorcycles approaching.

The streets were pretty much deserted since it was so close to dinner time. The moon was to be full tonight, the first blood red moon. The same red moon mentioned in the Prophecy. Timothy's 13th birthday was only a couple of days away.

She rounded the corner and ran smack into a solid wall. The impact threw her back and she fell backwards on to her butt. She cried out in pain and then after the shock she looked up in the face of a dark haired man she'd never seen before. He was gorgeous. Longer than normal hair, scruffy facial hair and he wore a denim vest. Moira's breath caught in her lungs and she was frozen. He stared down at her and then sensing something else his gaze was quickly drawn to something across the street.

Moira took in a deep breath and it was then she realized that something was different about him. Well not so much different as she had expected he was a human but she smelled the beast that lay beneath. Where had he come from and what was he doing in the town? Her answer soon came when he started to cross the street and was still intently staring at something she had yet to look at. It was when she craned her neck that she saw Nana and Timothy crossing the street in the opposite direction that she realized what he was doing here. Nana hadn't taken her eyes off the man and her usual smiling face was replaced with a serious one. Moira jumped to her feet leaving her bag where it had fallen and took a few steps in the direction of the center of the bisecting streets.

It happened all at once. Moira wasn't sure who had pulled their gun first but in an instant she was ducking with her hands over head as bullets began to whizz by her. She screamed and looked carefully around to find a safe place to hide. She crawled to the building behind her and then pressed herself tightly into the doorway that was close by. Her heart was pounding fast she felt that she was going to hyperventalate at any moment. She felt slightly revolted that she was excited about that whole ordeal. That is until she saw a friend getting shot and falling to the ground. She screamed and then slammed her hands over her mouth when another man with long hair and a bandana tied around his forehead glanced in her direction.

Moira looked over to where Nana and Timothy had hid behind a postal truck. Nana was leaning slightly on the hood of the vehicle and firing at the handsome stranger Moira and run into just moments ago. The war had finally begun between the Humanists and the Naturalists. Something that they had all feared would happen due to the Prophecy.

More shots rang out and Moira felt helpless hiding in the cut out she occupied. It was when the sound of something smaching through wood that Moira reacted. She moved forward and grabbed her bag. It wasn't much but she carried a knife in the bag. She's always hated guns and even when her parents had insisted she get she had refused. Now she wished she had listened to them.

She fell to her knees and began to began to search in the bag for the knife. Her hand was just about to close around when she was violently yanked by her hair and dragged to her feet. She screamed and reached back to pry the hands that assaulted her from her hair but it was useless.

"Well, well, well. Look's like we've found ourselves a nice little bitch haven't we?" The voice spoke in her ear and she fought the urge to vomit. Sickly sweet breath wafted to her nose, it was a smell that she knew well. Blood.

"Zo, bring her along." She heard the other man order and she was pulled along by her hair. The man who pulled her, Zo, could only be the long haired man with the bandana. As they neared their destination Moira saw the black man and a beautiful dark haired woman. They eyed her with disgust.

"What the hell are we going to do with her?" The woman asked. She moved closer to what Moira soon realized was the Alpha of the group. He cast a look at her that made her heart race faster, then turned his head to the dark headed woman.

"Turn her." Moira started to protest but was quick slapped across the face. She flashed angry eyes at the man who still held her hair prisoner.

"Oohh boy, she's fiesty. I like my bitches fiesty." He said.

Everyone's attention sooned turned to Nana who approached them slowly, the guns shots she received having slowed her down. Moira felt the tears falling from her eyes. She knew what these animals were about to do and she pleaded silently with Nana for forgiveness for not helping. Nana cast her a small smile and shook her head as if telling Moira that she was not to blame.

The exchange was quick and then when she raised her gun after his warning of not to, he fired and she fell to the ground. Moira screamed and tried to break free to run to Nana's side but the brute kept hold of her and then started to laugh.

"Let's go."


Moira was dragged along and forced to join the band of misfits on their ride to some unknown destination. She felt like she ran on automatic. Her movements were jerky and she felt as if she watched everything from above herself. She knew what was going to happen. They would let her turn unbound and she would feed on blood and become one of them. She'd never in a million years thought something like this would happen.

They walked through a wooded area and she was thrown up against a tree. Her arms were bound by rope around the tree. She could feel the effects of the moon already. Her eyes were becoming sharper in vision and her body was heating up. She felt the familiar burn of the change. She turned her attention to the dark haired man for one last attempt to plead for mercy.

"Please. Don't do this. I don't want to be like you. I don't! Please, kill me instead." She cried. He turned and moved to stand in front of her. He was so close that she could smell him. He smells of musk and soap. She smelled the hint of blood on him and she smelled the dark haired woman on him and she felt herself involuntarily growl low in her throat.

He watched her and smiled when he heard her growl. He studied her face for a moment before letting his eyes rest on her lips.

"You say you don't want this life but I can smell the excitement running through you. Embrace what you truly are and you'll understand the power and the gift that we've been born with." He said. Moira sobbed and lowered her head in defeat.

Slowly she began to feel the shifting and she cried in pain. The others were howling and thrashing around pulling off the extra articles of clothing that would no doubt be torn when they changed. Moira lifted her head to the sky and growled at the red hued moon. She pulled on the rope that bound her arms and her increased strength easily shredded it.

Tonight she would understand exactly what it would be like to be a Skinwalker. Tonight she would embrace that which she was born in just like Vareck said and tonight she would forever be changed. She would no longer be the Moira that lived in Hugenot, was a school teacher and slightly bored Humanist.