Beacon Hills, California is the one town where three families can be killed and no one questions it. They call it an accident, but we all know it was arson and murder. Then they accuse me of being pointlessly angry, and try to blame any and all accidents on me. What a great town.
Almost everyone knows the name Eliana, and those who don't at least know the family names Rivers, Hale, and Calzoni. Our families died in two separate 'accidents' - a house fire to kill the Hales and to kill the Calzoni's and Rivers, it was a brutal murder. Even though neither of them were accidents, they didn't do anything to help.
My sister Lilian, Ashton and Noah Calzoni, Derek, Laura and Peter Hale and I are the only people left from the two packs. The Hales were their own pack, but my family and the Calzoni's formed one pack that is run by the Rivers. Although a Calzoni can become an alpha, they have to prove that they're strong enough first.
On top of being a werewolf, Ashton and I have to go to high school and play nice with everyone. I'm captain of the girls lacrosse team, and Ashton plays for the guys team. Lilian and Noah were both the school captains when they were at Beacon Hills High School, so Ashton and I are expected to go for that too.
School started again last week, but it's a tradition that we don't go back on the first week. For the past year everyone has claimed that it's because we go and make out in some cabin in the woods. Before that I'm pretty sure that everyone just assumed it had to do with our dead families, which it does.
I don't like it, but all summer we've been tracking down the Argents, who were foolish enough to now come back to Beacon Hills. Lilian and Noah seem to think that it was one of the Argents who killed our families and the Hale family, but I am not sure. Maybe it was not all of them, as they have a code that prevents such things.
Ashton, Noah, Lilian and I are sitting in the living room, waiting until we have exactly 30 minutes to get to high school and university. We do this on the first day we go back because lets face it, none of us are keen to go back to school. No one wants to go back to that boring place.
"I say we kill the Argents and get it over with," Noah insisted, arguing with Lilian.
"We should hit them where it hurts," she argued. "They have a daughter. I say Eliana and Ashton pretend to befriend her and then kill her. I know that they can avoid getting caught if they kill her after shifting."
"Enough!" I snapped, my anger raging. "If you want to kill someone then go ahead, but leave me out of it!"
"We have to do something!" They both yelled back.
A low growl escaped my lips as I got to my feet and walked over to them. I'm the alpha, even though it's meant to be Lilian because she's the eldest. We're all born werewolves, so we have control over ourselves most of the time, but sometimes we don't. Lilian lost alpha status to me because of her lack of control. It's not something I like to think about.
The eldest or the most powerful are always the alpha, and I'm the most powerful but I was younger then my other pack members. My brother or one of my other sisters could have been the alpha, but that didn't end up happening. A lot of us are dead now.
"Last I checked I'm the alpha, not you!" I hissed, letting my eyes flash red. "I don't take orders from you, and you both listen to me! We are not killing anyone!"
"No, we're not," Derek agreed, making me jump when he suddenly entered the house. "What we are doing is helping Scott McCall learn to control himself. Do you think you can do that without messing up?"
Derek is a beta, and his sister, Laura, is his alpha. Our packs worked together when we were young, so we are all close now. I don't take any orders from him, but I do listen to his suggestions because he is older then me.
Lilian stormed out of the room, sighing loudly. Ashton rolled his eyes, but he wouldn't dare go and try to talk to Lilian. If she didn't try to kill him, I would yell at him for disrespecting me. Both Ashton and Lilian refuse to listen to me sometimes, and it makes being Alpha incredibly hard.
This Scott McCall kid has apparently suddenly become a lacrosse star, despite being on the bench all last year. Either he's on steroids and has been training all summer with no days off or he actually is a werewolf. I'm going with the second option because his mum is a nurse at the hospital and his best friend's dad is the sheriff of the police department.
He must've been turned by the new werewolf running around town whose scent I've caught twice now. Scott doesn't know what he's doing, and I doubt he fully understands what he is and how it's going to change his life. Everything that comes naturally to me is going to be a bit of a challenge for him, and I'm in his grade at school. I'm going to have to help him out. Great.
I can't even control my own back and now I have to help a bitten werewolf get it together. If it weren't so dangerous for me then I would leave him to sort it all out himself. Stiles Stilinski could probably just google some stuff and help out Scott.
"I'll talk to him after lacrosse this afternoon," I agreed, sighing. "We should get going. Thanks Derek."
School had gone smoothly and everyone had welcomed me back. Ashton was in a worse mood then usual, and I considered talking to him about it, but it wasn't worth it. He would just yell and I would have to pull the alpha card and that would make him even angrier.
I've spoken to both Scott and Stiles, but I didn't mention the whole werewolf thing. They spoke about it openly in the hallway today when Stiles asked Scott to listen in on a conversation. Both of them are going to get all of us killed if they aren't more careful. Why do I have to be a werewolf while in high school? This sucks.
The girls lacrosse team was pulled this year, meaning I can't get any captaincy back. That also means that straight after track, I have to go and speak to Coach Finstock, who won't be very open to having a girl on his team. All I have to do is show him my talent and he'll let me join the team, but that's if he even agrees to let me have a shot.
When I was told the girls lacrosse team was pulled, I was furious. Then I realised that if I play in the guys team then I might have some actual competition. Last year, there were only five girls teams and we easily beat them all. The guys team almost lost their championship game, and I want to be apart of a suspenseful game like that.
I had just finished the track meeting. My coach and I had agreed that if I could get close to my record or beat it without someone else beating me, then I could go and train for lacrosse. Surprisingly, I broke my personal record and easily beat the other girls. We have a new girl, Kaylee, who almost beat me, which is good. It means I have some real competition.
"Rivers!" Coach Finstock called. "What do you think you're doing here?!"
"Convincing you to let me on the team," I told him, spinning my lacrosse stick in my hand. "I know I'm a week late but I only just got back. You know I'm good, so give me a shot. Please."
"Fine," he agreed. "Alright, Rivers is up first! Go as hard as you can on her! Have fun, Rivers."
A sigh escaped my lips as I moved to the front of the line. I put my helmet on and flexed my fingers, getting ready. The coach blew his whistle and I scooped up the ball before running forward. I easily stepped the first person to try and stop me, but then I was up against Jackson Whittemore, who hates me and is a complete dick.
He went to ram into me, but I stepped back and went around him, easily throwing the ball into the net with a perfect shot. The goalie, Danny, missed it and then let out an audible sigh. Jackson threw his stick down in frustration, and everyone else went silent.
Seeing how I had just beat the teams captain with ease, I think I should be on the team. First line would be best, seeing how I'm actually pretty good at this, but I wouldn't be surprised if I have to sit on the bench. I'm a girl on a guys team. They won't want be to play.
"Rivers, switch positions with Jackson!" Coach Finstock instructed. "Don't go easy, Jackson."
I saw the grin on Jackson's face as I got ready to stop him. He thought he was going to get around me, but he's wrong. Girls lacrosse may be limited contact, but I prefer guys lacrosse anyway. It's a good way to take out my anger and frustration, and it's a good distraction.
Jackson scooped up the ball and ran at me, but as he went to step around me, I rammed into him and knocked him over. I scooped up the ball myself and then offered him my hand to help him up. He scowled at me and got up, off the ground himself.
He's handsome, but he's an absolute dick. He has a great jawline and cheekbone structure, as well as pretty blue eyes and perfect blonde hair. Not to mention, he's rich and has flawless skin. Even the freckles along his nose and on his face look cute.
"Who's that?" I heard a girls voice ask from a distance away.
"Eliana Rivers," Lydia Martin responded. "She always get what she wants. Don't go near her. People say she's crazy."
By people, Lydia meant Jackson says I'm crazy. Jackson, Lydia, and their little group of followers tried to ruin me, but it didn't work. I'm better at sport then them, and I'm just as smart as Lydia. She likes to pretend to be stupid, so everyone thinks I'm better then her, but really it's the other way around.
Lydia is just as attractive as her boyfriend, Jackson. She has strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, but carries herself as if no one can compare to her. Ever since I was six she's bullied me, and I hate her. She always called me weird, and when my family died she blamed it on me. Sometimes I wish that I could kill her, but that might mean the hunters catch me.
"You made first line, Rivers," Coach Finstock told me, sighing. "If anyone complains, just remember that we want to win. Some of our best players graduated, and now I'm stuck with you lot." He looked at me and sighed. "Jackson, Rivers, switch back. McCall, I want you to run at Jackson again. Don't run slower then my dead grandmother again, yeah?"
"Yes coach," Scott answered.
With my eyes on Scott, I walked back over to the line. He got ready, and then ran at Jackson. He moved around the first guy, but when Jackson rammed into Scott, he rammed back. I watched as Scott's eyes flashed yellow, and Jackson flew back. He was shifting in front of everyone!
I watched as Jackson landed on his shoulder, but then my attention went back to Scott. Stiles was with him, and they were heading back to the school change rooms as everyone checked on Jackson. I had to hold back my scoff because the team captain finally got what he deserved. I wish I had of been the one to hurt Jackson like that.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I saw Derek hiding behind the trees. He nodded his head in the direction that Scott and Stiles had run off in, so I went to go and find them. I had almost forgotten about my responsibilities just then.
Scott could be anywhere and doing anything now, so I ran off to go and find him. I caught onto his scent and followed it, knowing that I would have to enter the male change rooms, and then get out of there before the entire lacrosse team appeared. Ashton just happens to be on the team too, so that would be embarrassing.
As I entered the change rooms, I spotted Scott chasing after Stiles. Before I could stop Scott myself, Stiles grabbed the fire extinguisher and hosed Scott with it. I laughed to myself, and then noticed that Scott had changed back.
He looked confused as to what had just happened, and neither of them had noticed me yet. I was standing right behind Stiles, but Scott was too worried about himself to check. What if I wasn't just like him? I would've screamed and one of us would eventually end up dead.
"Stiles, what just happened?" Scott asked, finally.
"You tried to kill him," I answered, darkly. "You couldn't control yourself on the field, and you let your anger get the best of you. When your pulse raised, so did the werewolf side of you. I suggest you get changed, go home, and then meet me at King's Diner so we can discuss what just happened." I turned to Stiles. "You better come too. Sorry you have to be caught up in this."
Before they could ask questions or argue with me, I turned on my heel and walked out. I heard Stiles ask Scott if he thought it was safe, but then I stopped listening. They would come to the diner, or they would be hunted down by me and I'm not going to be as nice.
I was sitting in King's Diner with a bowl of hot chips in front of me. I was just relaxing and enjoying my food when I heard the door open. This is a relatively unknown diner, with only a few people in here at a time. I couldn't have Scott and Stiles come over to my house, so here is the next best spot.
To my surprise, Jackson walked in alone and sat down across from me. I looked up from my phone, and saw that he was furious. Well, this should be fun...
He didn't speak at all. In fact, his eyes just stayed on the table and he stayed quiet. Something must have been bothering him, and I wouldn't be surprised if it had to do with the death of his biological parents. At least he never met them, and was immediately adopted by a caring, rich family.
Whenever I talk to him about his parents, I end up getting angry. He says he hates the fact that he's adopted, but I can't help but disagree. Lilian has had to help Noah, Ashton and I continue to go to school, and now that Noah's in university he has to do the same. His adopted family are rich and well-off, but I know that my family struggles.
Another thing we argue about is the fact that he's lucky because he never knew his real parents, and his adopted parents love him. I knew my parents, and I still remember everything about them. I still remember the way they looked and how their voices sounded, and even how they looked when they turned into werewolves. I remember all of my now-dead family.
"How's your shoulder?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
"It was separated, but I can still play," he told me. "My adopted parents want me to go and visit the graves of my biological parents. I don't want to go, but at the same time I do. I want to know more about them."
"You should go," I said, simply. "They may be your biological parents, but they didn't get to raise you. You won't feel any of the empty pain that people who knew their dead biological parents feel. Maybe you'll feel sad, and maybe you won't. Worst case scenario is that you feel sad, but with that comes the urge to find out more about them. I think they would want you to know something about them."
Jackson nodded and got up, not bothering to apologise for being a dick earlier. I watched him leave the diner, and then I finished off my hot chips. I'm starving, and that quick talk had made me feel sad, so I was distracting myself with food.
He's lucky that he never knew his real parents. It would make it so much easier if I couldn't remember my parents. Then I wouldn't feel the crushing grief, and the fact that everyone talks about their deaths wouldn't bother me as much as it does. Their death is my one weakness, and everyone seems to know it.
The door to the diner opened again, and this time I knew that it was Scott and Stiles. They hesitated before they sat across from me, but I didn't look up at them. I wanted to wait a minute or two so I could calm down and figure out what I was going to say.
After training, I had quickly gone home and then I had come here. It's not like Lilian wanted to talk to me, and Ashton was even more pissed. Noah wasn't home yet either, so I couldn't stop to talk to him about anything.
Stiles is an awkward kid. He's skinny and sarcastic, with an odd sense of witty humour. His answers can be evasive, but in an amusing way. He's incredibly pale too, but he's smart. His brown hair was incredibly short, and his brown eyes always showed energy and either excitement or confusion. There was fear in them earlier on, and I am glad that it's gone.
Scott is tan, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He's muscular, and I know that he's a good kid but he can be a bit of an idiot at times. I've noticed that he's too quick to trust, and it's hard for him to accept that something might be wrong. He has the traits of a good alpha. Maybe he might even be a true alpha.
"How do you know about what I am?" Scott questioned. "Are you one too? Do you know Derek Hale is like me?"
"What?" I asked. "A werewolf? I'm one, you're one, and Derek's definitely a werewolf." Scott looked surprised. "Oh, please. Don't feign surprise with me. I'm an alpha, you're an omega. I could kill you with ease. You don't belong to a pack, Scott, and I lead one. Now, be honest, or I will make both your lives a living hell until I'm satisfied, which might be never."
The two boys in front of me exchanged a wary look, and I just laughed. They're so wary of me that they don't know to be wary of what Derek will do, or even the hunters. I know that Scott's had a run-in with the Argent's hunter gang already, but if it were the real-deal and they were out there to kill, then he would be dead.
They had some kind of silent exchange, which was good for them. If they can communicate with just facial expressions and learn to hide their emotional signals then I will never know what they are thinking or if they're going to attack me. It's bad for me, but maybe Scott will be apart of my pack and then I won't have to worry.
"I don't get why you want to help," Stiles told me. "You don't gain anything from it."
"Oh, but I do," I said, calmly. "You see, if Scott can control himself then I won't have to worry about all of Beacon Hills finding out about werewolves. If they find out about one of us, then the rest of us go down too. We're too close to each other."
"Are you the one who turned me?" Scott muttered, almost inaudibly. "Do you know who did?"
I tried to hold back my look of annoyance and disappointment because I don't know which Alpha turned Scott. It wasn't Satomi Ito or I because we would've took him into our packs by now. I want to ask him to join my pack, but I don't know if I can trust him, and I don't know if the Alpha who turned him will be angry.
"I wish I knew, but I don't," I confessed.
Whoever this new Alpha is, they aren't going to play nice and they definitely aren't going to talk to me...