Chapter 1

Transferring to a new school just three weeks into a new semester was not something I enjoyed. It seemed that we were always moving, my dad and I. He traveled a lot for his job.

He worked as a Special Divisions agent, and the biggest case of the past 5 years was Beacon Hills. The last two agents ended up dead, one in an animal attack and the other in an electricity flare at the hospital that killed 4 others. After these deaths, they called in my father, who had never failed a case.

I personally was not thrilled to be in a town that had more deaths in a week than others had in two months. I valued my safety, but apparently my dad did not. But it was nothing new. He always put his job over his family, and that was why my brother was AWOL.

I sighed as I looked in the mirror. Dull blue eyes, chapped lips, small scar above my eyebrow, untamable blonde hair. I wasn't beautiful, I wasn't even pretty. Besides, even if I was, boys wouldn't want me. They didn't want someone who could run faster than them or beat them in an arm wrestling contest.

I pulled on my skinny jeans, dark purple loose shirt, combat boots, and a leather jacket before doing minimal makeup. Eyeliner, mascara, and light purple lipstick in an attempt to liven up my ordinary face.

"Dad?" I called as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, boxes still placed everywhere. As usual, he was nowhere to be found, just a scribbled note on the fridge. 'Gone to work. Don't be late to school. -Dad.'

"As usual," I sighed. My dad was almost never around, which I would expect if he was a surgeon or the CEO of a bank, but in a job where he had the ability to work from home half the time, it was slightly disappointing.

I grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of apple juice before grabbing my messenger back and heading out to my car. I personally loved my car more than anything else I owned. It was a Mercedes Benz concept style coupé, a birthday present from my dad a week ago. I know what you're saying, a Special Divisions agent makes enough money to buy a Mercedes for their kid? Well, yes. On top of his regular salary, my dad gets a big bonus after each case he successfully closes. It was one of those bonuses that bought me my car.

I ate my granola bar without hands as I tapped my fingers along to Fall Out Boy's "Alone Together" on the radio. To soon, though, I was pulling into the parking lot of a three-story high school.

"Lord, please help me," I muttered as I stepped out into the crisp air of February. I noticed there were buses unloading in one part of the lot, while fancy and beat up cars were occupying the other part. There were everyone's little cliques hanging around, while some people loned around like me.

I kept my head down as I walked up the steps, ignoring the stares that one particular group of kids gave me. Why did everyone have to look at the new kid?

After grabbing my schedule from the office, I headed to the first class listed. Geometry Honors. Math, Oh Joy! In case you didn't pick up on it, that was sarcasm.

I was the first one in the classroom and the teacher told me to sit wherever I wanted, so I chose the last seat in the last row in the back corner next to the window, obviously. Maybe people won't notice me. Nobody seemed to, except for one person. He was part of the group this morning who had been looking at me more than any others had.

When the bell rang, it was a relief. I didn't really pay attention, mostly because I had learned this at my last school, but also because of the guy who kept glancing my way. I was more focused on him than anyone else.

My next class was gym, and I quickly changed into the shorts and t-shirt we were required to wear. This class was one that had people from every grade level, so I wasn't excited, but I also wasn't dreading it.

The first thing I noticed when I sat down in the bleachers with everyone else was that the same group of people who had been watching me earlier were in this class as well. There were three girls, a red-head, an asian chick, and another with dirty-blonde hair; and three boys, one with tan skin and dark hair, another with pale skin and dark hair, and the third with blonde hair. The third boy was the one who had been in my math class. A whistle blew, alerting me to the teacher standing in front of everyone.

"Okay everyone, today we're doing sprint trials. Basically, two of you run at a time and I tell you how bad your time was," Coach Finstock, who's name I just found out, yelled out. Sprints? Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

"First up, let's have, McCall and Kira!" he yelled. The boy with tan skin and dark hair, along with the asian girl, from the group who had been watching me both stood up and took their places on the line. I watched as they both took off when the whistle was blown, faster than should have been humanly possible, and crossed the opposite line in 3.5 seconds, dead-heating.

"Okay then, next we'll do Liam and…new girl!" Finstock announced. I groaned but got up anyway and took my place next to the blonde boy from the group. As soon as the whistle blew I was sprinting. When we crossed the line, I didn't even realize I was ahead of the boy until the teacher yelled out our times.

"New girl, 3.1 seconds. Liam, 3.4 seconds." As I slowly let my body return to a resting heart rate, I noticed that Liam, McCall, Kira, and the other three were looking over at me during their conversation. Disbelief was written on each of their faces, but I ignored it, leaving it as it was. I got that look a lot whenever I ran. I was born a fast runner, and spent a lot of my free time running to keep in shape.

I spent the rest of the day in solitude, nobody making an effort to talk to me, and was relieved when I finally heard the end bell. Time to go home. As I came up to turn a corner, I stopped when I heard my name.

"The new girl, Cassie, what is she, Scott?" a feminine voice asked. What was I? I was a sophomore, if that's what she meant. Somehow, I don't think that's was it was, though.

"I don't know. She smells slightly different from humans, but not like a werewolf. I honestly don't know," 'Scott' replied. How did he know what I smelled like?

I quickly left after I heard their footsteps coming my way. Okay, something really was strange in Beacon Hills. And was I really something different?

New story, yay! I know this isn't the best chapter out there, but it is UNEDITED, mind you :). Any feedback would be wonderful. I absolutely am in love with Teen Wolf, and it is one of the few things that kept me from falling into depression. Anyways: favorite, follow, review! -L