So this is a new story i am giving a shot at as i am stumped on my other story and couldn't get this one out of my head. I am not sure how far i will take this one. Please enjoy.
Scott walked into his home to see his mother waiting to greet him. He would normally have been happy to see her sitting at the table waiting but what she would see when he walked in, he knew would upset her greatly. His new pack had confronted him only a week after his first full moon. The pack had immediately showed there distaste for him.
The pack was made up of seven members and not one could stand to be near him. They told him that he wasn't normal; that there was something wrong with him and called him a freak. It wasn't long after that he became there punching bag, there toy or plaything.
It started out as simple pushing and hurtful comments but after a few months it turned into more violent attacks and this time it was very noticeable. They had broken at least three ribs and he could feel the swelling in his face. His nose was still bleeding lightly as well as his lip. He walked further into the house with a limp and watched as his mothers face turned to once of worry.
He watched her jump up and walked quickly to him. He would've smiled if he wasn't in so much pain. It was always funny how his mother turned from his mom to nurse faster then flipping a switch. He watched her run up the stairs and grab the first aid kit before doing a very thorough exam of his face.
"Shirt off I can see the way you are holding those ribs." She almost commanded as she finished cleaning his face.
He lifted his arms pulling his shirt and pull over jacket off as he did. It was difficult but after his life he was use to the pain and he could move passed it as he always did. He never thought that his life would change so drastically. He tossed his shirt to the side but kept his arms up as his mother prodded over his rib cage.
"I can feel at least two are broken." She stated after a moment and she began to wrap his ribs with a large ace bandage.
"Its three." He corrected her with a wince.
"How can you tell?" She asked with a bit of confusion.
"I can feel it. I may not know a lot about this werewolf thing but I do know that I am more in tune to my body. I thought that being close to this pack was going to help me but I haven't learned the first thing about what I am." Scott complained as he allowed his arms to fall back to his sides. His mother had finished and she was looking at him with a look of restrained anger and worry.
"We are moving I think we both need a new start especially you." His mother stated and though he knew he should argue over staying his fight or flight instinct's had been different. His human side told him to stay but every other part of his being told him to run.
It was strange that he had changed so much from the bite. The strangest part being that his normal reactions to confrontations had become cowardly even though he thought it would have become more aggressive after seeing the other wolves. It was as thought he couldn't stand up for himself know matter how hard he tried.
He had seen more then one of the other werewolves over reacted and start fights for the smallest of reasons. He just didn't understand why they acted so aggressive when he couldn't even defend himself against there attacks. He was probably the most pathetic werewolf ever.
"OK" He finally answered his mothers unasked question.
"Good I was scared that I would have to fight you over this." His mother told him with a sigh.
"Things have changed and all I have here are bad memories." Scott answered his mother truthfully. "I don't think we belong here anymore."
It wasn't long before his mother had found a new town called Beacon Hills and she was able to transfer to a new hospital. It wasn't to hard considering that she had always been a hard worker. Scott was transferred to Beacon Hills High School and he wasn't looking forward to the change.
He wasn't normally welcomed happily and with his new wimpy behavior he was sure to be the new whipping boy. He also would have to deal with the pack of the area he had already smelled a few around the area. He was sure that there were places without wolf packs but he new that he needed to find one in order to learn important information about his new self.
He pulled his backpack on and readied himself for his first day of school. His mother had already left early that morning. He walked out the door and picked up his bike before jumping on to ride to school.
It wasn't hard to find his way in the small town. It wasn't to long until he made it to the school and found the office to get his class schedule. He made it to his first class just in time for the bell and took a set beside the window. He was happy when the teacher started class without making him introduce himself.
The class felt like it would never end but it finally did. He walked out of the room to find one of the other students waiting for him. He looked a little dorky but he wasn't bad looking. He had short brown hair in a messy spiked look with baggy clothes on and tanned skin.
"Hey I am Stiles Stilinski." The boy stated happily in greeting with his hand out waiting for a handshake.
"Scott McCall." Scott answered with a smile at how endearing the boy seemed.
"So whats your next class?" Stiles then asked as he pulled his bag up on his shoulder, seemingly unsure of what he was doing.
"I have math with Gray." Scott told him as he read off his schedule. He like Stiles and could tell that the boy was taking a chance by talking to him.
"I can show you were it is if you want?" Stiles offered with his same happy awkwardness.
"Thanks." Scott agreed with a laugh before adding. "Relax man I don't bite." He laughed at his own joke considering his accidental dog joke.
They walked in silence to the class door and agreed to meet up after school in the bleacher of the field. Scott made it through his last few classes without incident but he could smell the other wolves in the school and it made him nervous.
He made it to the bleacher before Stiles and sat down to wait for him. He wasn't surprised when he smelled the scent of wolves approaching him and he stood to leave. He didn't want any problems but it seems as thought they would follow him no matter where he goes.
He wanted to cry at that moment as he watched five of them walk up and jump up onto the bleachers. He was surrounded and his wolf was telling him to run or submit but he couldn't do that not now. He refused to become the whipping boy again.
"I don't want any trouble." Scott stated as he looked them over keeping his head high and a smile on his face.
"You smell weird!" A beautiful blond girl stated as she walked up to him and sniffed. She was defiantly a bit of a slut with the tight fitting clothes that were barely school worthy.
"Yeah, whats up with that?" A larger dark skinned boy stated bluntly. His arm around a pretty dark skinned girl with her hair in a ponytail. He was defiantly the muscle of the group.
"Doesn't look like much to me." The jock states with a smirk. Scott could tell he came from money and by the way he held himself he was cocky as well as dressed in the finest.
"Why are you here, little boy?" The blond asked with a hiss to her words.
"My mother moved us here. Like I said I don't want any trouble." Scott answered as he turned to see the last boy he was thin and handsome but he seemed a bit of an outcast.
"Why do you smell so bad?" The jock then asked his nose turned up.
"Scott!" He heard Stiles yell and he was surprised when he looked to find the Sheriff walking up with him.
"Hey! Whats going on over here?" The Sheriff asked as they moved closer.
"Nothing it's meet the new kid day." Scott stated as he jumped off the bleachers and walked up to Stiles.
"Scott this is my dad he came to pick me up since my jeep broke down again." Stiles told him with a laugh.
"Sheriff Stilinski." He greeted as he held out his hand.
"Scott McCall" He returned the greeting and shook his hand.
"Later Guys" Scott turned and told the group of wolves. He smiled at there surprise but he figured it was the best way to prove his point.
He made it home an hour later and was just happy that he hadn't been beaten that day. Stiles had great timing. He laughed at that but the truth was that he still wasn't sure how he would be treated by this new pack. He was still the outcast and he still smelled bad thought he couldn't smell himself.
He knew his mother wouldn't be back for a few more hour. He headed to his room to finish unpacking the last of his things.