AN: This is my first Teen wolf fic. I just recently watched the show. Finished three seasons within one week. And I am happy that I decided to watch it. Anyway, I hope you give the story a chance. It starts from season two. Please read and let me know what you think. Your opinion is very important. Thank you!

Chapter 1: Stumbling Upon Supernatural

One look at my face and anyone could tell that I am just waiting to explode. I am angry beyond believe. And for valid reason. The boutique I work or worked in is owned by a perverted jerk. I knew he was interested in me and possessed dirty intentions but I still worked there because I needed the money and honestly I never thought he would dare to actually do something with me. But he did. He tried to force himself on me. I somehow knocked him out and ran away from the boutique. I am never going back there. I should have called the cops or do something about it. Hell I should have at least considered my dream, more like a nightmare as a warning. Yes, strangely just this morning, I had a nightmare about that bastard raping me. I had shrugged it off as a bad dream and went to work. But unfortunately that bad dream came true. And everything almost started the same way it happened in the dream. This is so strange. Even though there isn't any explanation to this, I told myself that it was just my gut feelings telling me that something bad is going to happen to me and that's why I dreamed about it from beforehand. The only difference is, in the dream he actually raped me however in reality, I managed to escape. It was hard for me to fight him off but I struggled with everything I had in me. God knows what I would have done if he had really succeeded in ruining me.

The main reason I am not gonna go to the cops is, I don't want this news to spread. Beacon Hills is a small town after all. Any news over here spreads like fire in a dry woods. I didn't want to go back home either. How am I gonna explain my wounds and bruises to Coach Finstock whose house I live in? I didn't want him to know about it either. Yes, I am sort of embarrassed about this even though it wasn't my fault at all and I know that coach Finstock would murder that pervert if he hears about this. And I don't want him to go to jail. So I am gonna keep the incident to myself. No one would ever know what happened and I am sure that pervert would never say a word to anyone fearing his own reputation.

It was almost nine at night. I was walking down the pedestrian road, going towards home while lost in my own thoughts. I am still kind of feeling disgusted. I could still feel his hands all over me and it's making me sick. The first thing I am gonna do after I get back home is take a nice long shower. Hopefully I would be able to avoid meeting coach. There's a possibility he would be out or busy doing something and he wouldn't pay any attention to me. Oh god, I really hope for that. Then there is a headache of getting another job. I know Coach Finstock would let me stay in his house even if I couldn't pay the rent of the room, he is quite fond of me but I don't want any favor from anyone. Hopefully I will get another job before my savings are finished.

Suddenly I stopped walking because my ears picked up a gun shot. What the hell? I looked around but didn't see anything. And also I realized that I am alone on that street. After the first gunshot, I heard several gun shots and the sound was getting louder meaning whoever is shooting the gun is getting closer to me. My first instinct was to hide somewhere safe. And that's what I did. A part of me was curious about what is going on but another part of me forbade me to be curious cause curiosity kills the cat. I listened to the sensible part of my mind and stayed hidden.

Suddenly I heard noises very close to me. Not footsteps but strange noises. Kind of a hissing sound. It was very possible that the cops must be firing at a very dangerous criminal and he somehow came here, running from the cops. And how lucky of me to be here, waiting to be found by the said criminal. I didn't even want to imagine the things he could do to me. Someone definitely found me after a moment. However it wasn't a criminal. Hell it wasn't even a human. It was a black, snake like, actually lizard like, monstrous looking thing, that was standing right in front of me. At that time, I wished it was a criminal that found me instead. The thing was staring at me with reptilian eyes and I was staring back at it. I was so damn scared that I couldn't even scream or move. My heart was beating crazily in my chest and I started shaking with fear. Our staring contest was still going on when the thing took a step forward. My back was already pressed against the wall therefore I had no space left to back away. The thing kept coming at me, however slowly and not in a threatening way. But I was still freaking out. I so wanted to scream but somehow I lost my voice that moment. All I could do was stare at the thing while my heart tried to beat out of my chest.

The thing then started sniffing me. What is it, a dog? Surely doesn't look like one. If I wasn't so scared, I would have felt ticklish when it sniffed my neck. It was holding onto me with it's claws. And it got some really dangerous and sharp looking claws indeed. Seriously what the hell is it doing? Why is it sniffing me like this? Well at least it's not hurting me. Then suddenly out of nowhere someone shot it. The thing instantly hissed in pain and angrily so, then it ran away. So I figured that someone was hunting it down. Even though I was pretty shaken and shocked but I still got my senses working for me, thankfully. I looked around and saw men with guns and other weapons running towards the way the thing went. Before I could get out of there, a man came up to me. I had seen him before. At school. He is the father of a girl named Allison Argent.

"Are you alright?" asked Mr. Argent and I could only nod my head vehemently.

"Are you hurt?" Mr. Argent asked again. I shook my head this time while still shaking a little bit.

"What was that?" I asked knowing he must know since he is hunting it. I could barely speak though. Wait, Mr. Argent is hunting the 'thing'. Why? How does he even know such thing exists? Mr. Argent thought of something for a moment then said-

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Izna." I gave him my name.

"Izna, I need you to come with me." My head snapped up and I looked into his eyes. This guy is loaded with guns, weapons and god knows what. There is no way I am going with him. I nodded my head to him but then I sprinted from him before he could do anything to stop me. He kept calling my name but I ran away as if my life is depending on it. I only stopped when I reached home. I burst through the door, scaring coach Finstock to death as well.

"Jesus Izzy, you scared the shit out of me." Yelled the coach while putting a hand on his chest to calm down his heart. Noticing my breathless state, he came over to me and looked at me carefully.

"Izna what the hell happened?" He asked showing concern in his own way. What the hell I am gonna say to him that I was molested by not only my former boss but by a giant lizard as well. He would believe me about my former boss but a giant lizard, he would laugh his ass off.

"I was running." I said and the coach gave me a look that said- 'Do I look like an idiot to you?'

"Well I think I figured that out. But why were you running?" He asked curiously and a bit suspiciously.

"A dog…. A dog was chasing me. A big, evil looking dog." I said still completely out of breath.

"The kind of dog our neighbor has." Asked the coach and I nodded my head vehemently. Coach hated that dog for some reason.

"You didn't get bitten, did you?" asked coach with more curiosity and concern.

"No, I ran very fast." I said and he nodded his head in approval.

"Good, you did the right thing. Never get bitten by a dog" said coach Finstock. "Last time I was bitten by a dog, I had nightmares for days."

"Last time? How many times were you bitten exactly?" I asked frowning at the coach. He rambled something that I didn't catch.

"There is dinner in the fridge. I am going to bed." With that he left. I had no wish to eat dinner at that moment. I gulped down some cold water and ran up to my bedroom quickly. Whatever happened tonight, I will never forget it unless I loose my memory completely. Whatever that thing was, wherever it came from, I don't care. I just don't want to ever see it again. Never.

The next day

It wasn't anything shocking that I couldn't sleep at all last night. The last thing I wanna do is go to school. But since I got a test that I couldn't afford to miss, I dragged myself to school. I couldn't wait to graduate high school. Why is this senior year taking so long to end? I walked over to my locker. I put my stuffs inside the locker and sighed out heavily. Perhaps I could ask Mr. Harris to give me another chance at taking the test on another day. But who am I kidding? Mr. Harris would never consider giving me another chance. Just as I turned around after closing the locker door, I saw Mr. Argent walking out of the principle's office. I gasped and quickly tried to hide before he could see me. Not just the 'thing', I didn't want to do anything with but Mr. Argent as well. Obviously he has got a dark secret that I so wanna avoid knowing. I was so busy hiding myself that I didn't see where I was going and bumped into someone. I looked up and found Stiles, thankfully. If it was someone like Jackson, he would have shoved me away and be very rude with me for running into him. Even though I knew very few people at school since I am a bit of a loner and don't communicate with people much but I knew Stiles because he was once serving detention at the library and he helped me with my homework. He is nice. A little bit sarcastic. Okay it's hard for him to speak without using sarcasm but he has a good heart.

"Stiles, I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." I apologized for running into him like that.

"Obviously" said Stiles sarcastically. "Why are you running anyway? And why do you look so paranoid?" inquired Stiles like a detective.

"I um…. I was just-" damn my mind was completely blank. I couldn't think of anything.

"Izna." Someone called my name and saved me from giving Stiles an explanation however when I turned around I instantly turned pale. My eyes widened and fear clouded my face. Stiles obviously noticed that expression and got confused. He looked between me and Mr. Argent rapidly and with serious curiosity.

"Izna, you don't need to be afraid of me. I just want to explain to you what happened last night" said Mr. Argent trying to look as friendly as possible.

"What happened last night?" asked Stiles over excitedly.

"Nothing." I said to Stiles quickly. "Nothing happened." I looked back at Mr. Argent and said-

"I don't wanna know anything."

"Izna, I understand that you are scared but can you really live without knowing what happened? Don't you wanna know what attacked you?" asked Mr. Argent, looking at me with calculating eyes. Yes, A part of me wants to know about that 'thing' but I was afraid of what I might find out.

"Don't tell me the Kanima attacked her" exclaimed Stiles making both Mr. Argent and me look at him. Where I was shocked and confused about what he knows, Mr. Argent looked simply irritated.

"Stiles, why don't you go to your class?" Mr. Argent said politely but there was a threat hidden in right there. However Stiles stubbornly stood there and spoke up-

"No, if the Kanima attacked her, the pack needs to know about it too" said Stiles confusing me more. What pack? What is he talking about? And what the hell is a 'Kanima'?

"We don't work with the pack" stated Mr. Argent firmly.

"Well maybe that's why it's taking so long to catch the Kanima. Hell we don't even know yet, who the hell it is?" Stiles argued and Mr. Argent sighed out heavily. It was quite clear that he has a lot better things to do than putting up with Stiles at the moment. Mr. Argent looked at me and said-

"If you wish to know anything about last night, feel free to talk to me. I am willing to help you" said Mr. Argent and I immediately asked-

"Why? Why do you want to help me?"

"Because I believe that the creature attacked you last night, the Kanima, you might see it again and next time, it might kill you. The only way I can keep you safe is by providing you protection and knowledge about that monster" explained Mr. Argent. Stiles was again looking back and forth between Mr. Argent and I.

"Well it didn't really attack me you know." I said even though I didn't really need to say it.

"That's probably because you are not a killer" quipped in Stiles who was still there. "The Kanima only kills a murderer. But it did paralyzed you, didn't it?"

"No, it didn't hurt me…. At all. In anyway." I said shocking Stiles about it and making him confused. Mr. Argent didn't look shocked but he seemed bugged about it as well. "But it's a good thing right that this 'Kanima' decided to spare me. BTW what are you guys? Hunters?" I asked curiously.

"He is a hunter. I am just Stiles" answered Stiles nonchalantly.

"I guess being Stiles is more difficult than being a hunter." I said smiling. Stiles narrowed his eyes at me playfully.

"I couldn't agree more" said Mr. Argent rolling his eyes to himself then he got serious and said- "Izna, come with me. Please. We must talk." Mr. Argent requested. I looked at Stiles and he nodded his head. Then I looked back at Mr. Argent.

"Only if you let Stiles come with me." I said with strong tone of voice. Mr. Argent didn't look happy about it but he nodded his head agreeing to it.

Within a few hours, I learned that werewolves exist, hunters exist, Kanima hundred percent exists and I think after today I wouldn't believe that something doesn't exist in this world. Especially in Beacon hills. After the session with Mr. Argent and his father Gerard, my mind was feeling exhausted actually. With all the knowledge suddenly shoved into my head, it was bound to happen. The only good thing that happened today was that I was excused from the test and I can take it later.

"Izna….. Izna… hey…. Just stop for a minute will ya." Stiles came running up to me and blocked my way.

"What Stiles? I have learned enough things for one day." I said thinking about going home and just stay there until the end of the world.

"Look, I know how you must be feeling right now. But there are still some things that you don't know about and it's very important that you know. I have a feeling that Alison's father and Gerard didn't just tell you everything for the sake of your safety and knowledge. I have a feeling that they are going to use you as a bait to catch the Kanima since they really believe that the Kanima would come after you again. It's not good for you to trust them blindly specially Gerard" said Stiles trying to make me understand.

"First of all, who said I am trusting Mr. Gerard blindly or Mr. Argent. I don't trust anyone. And I am so not gonna be a Kanima bait." I said and I tried to walk away but stiles stopped me again.

"And I don't want you to either. That's why you need our help" said Stiles.

"Our? You mean you and Scott." I asked.

"Me and Scott yes but there is also a pack of werewolves. Along with them, we can keep you safe" said Stiles confidently. At first I thought about refusing but then I thought about it for a moment. If the Kanima does come again and tries to kill me this time, there is no way in hell I will survive it's attack. No matter how much I disliked it but I had to admit that I need help. And since Stiles is offering, why not?

"Fine, what do you want me to do?" I asked giving in. Stiles grinned happily as he successfully convinced me to take their help.

"I need you to come with me" said Stiles. Sighing out heavily I started walking with him. We got into his jeep. Stiles took me god knows where. The place looked abandoned, yet not. Someone lives here, god knows who and how. If someone wants to hide from the world, he would definitely hide here. Just as we entered, Scott came running to us. I never really talked to Scott before but heard about him from Stiles.

"Oh thank god, you brought her" said Scott sighing in relief.

"Who could resist the charms of Stiles" said Stiles proudly making me smile and shake my head to myself. Stiles is pretty easy to get along with.

"Izna, did you speak with Gerard?" Scott asked very seriously. I was a bit surprised. Not because Scott asked me about Gerard but because he knew my name. I didn't think he knew.

"Yeah" I said nodding my head.

"Well what did he say?" asked Scott with serious curiosity and anxious tone of voice. Yes, Stiles went with me but after a while Gerard made him go away. Stiles doesn't know what Gerard said to me therefore his friend doesn't know either.

"Nothing really. He was giving me this weird look though. It was kind of freaking me out." I answered honestly making Scott sigh out heavily with disappointment.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing" replied Scott clearly whatever was bothering him, he didn't want to share with me.

"Okay, so where is this pack of werewolves you were talking about?" I asked Stiles.

"Right here" said a deep masculine voice and then an extremely handsome looking man walked out of the darkness of that place. He was wearing everything black. And black seems to be his color. He was tall and muscular. His face was almost expressionless though and seemed that he didn't smile very often. He gave off a bad boy vibe but there was definitely more to him than meets the eyes. Three people more followed him and I knew everyone there. Issac, Boyd and Erica. Then I understood the change of attitude in them. They were werewolves, probably recently turned. And I had a feeling that Mr. Argent didn't know about them.

"Izna, this is Derek. The alpha of the pack." Scott introduced us. When Derek looked at me properly, I mean with hundred percent attention, something happened. His expressionless face suddenly seemed stunned and he looked shocked. He even started breathing heavily. I furrowed my brows in confusion at him and others looked confused as well. Derek had his gaze fixed on me. He wasn't even blinking. And then he started to shake a little bit. He didn't seem angry and he definitely wasn't scared. Then what was it? Why was he shaking like that? Not to mention all on a sudden. His eyes turned red and it kind of scared me. I took a step back without even realizing it.

"Derek, what's wrong?" asked Scott looking at Derek with confusion and worry. Without saying anything Derek just took off. He ran away from there. Everyone stayed quiet for a while then I spoke up breaking the silence.

"Did I do something?" I asked. Stiles and Scott looked at each other. They looked as clueless as me.

"No, no you didn't do anything. Derek is just weird like that. One of his unique qualities" said Stiles jokingly.

"So what now?" I asked. I couldn't help but wonder though, first the Kanima acted differently and now Derek. Is something wrong with me? I asked myself. Though I hoped not.