Hi! So I'm a huge fan of Teen Wolf and thought it would be fun to write about a girl being bitten by a werewolf. There will be appearances of many of the main characters, but not all of them will necessarily huge roles in this story. I'm not sure how long I'm planning to make this, but, if I get good feedback, I'll try to make it satisfying.

Also, I have other fanfiction stories if you want to check them out. None are Teen Wolf except this one, but I have one (that I need to update…) for Avatar, one crossover of Spiderman and Smallville, a few Danny Phantom ones, and one Spiderman one (that is probably the best one because it is complete and got a lot of good reviews). ANYWAY. Hope y'all enjoy! Can't wait for tomorrow night! -echgrl

Introduction

The white circle hid behind black and gray curtains, the luminous glow illuminating the entire world, crickets humming, cicadas buzzing. The whole world sits still for one moment and silence fills up then the sound is restored and the sky is ablaze with the light of the moon once again. It's like the world is breathing slowly but surely. Then, in that one strange instant, something interrupts the cycle, a cry, a whisper, an unexpected scream. Then everything starts up again as if nothing has happened at all.

There are no wolves in California, so they say. But in Beacon Hills? Well, they say that we don't have them either. But I've heard stories. And I've heard their cries. And I've even had the "luck" of crossing paths with one which dug its teeth into my flesh. It was that one cool October night in Beacon Hills when it happened. And it changed everything.

So tell me there's no such thing as wolves in California. Try to prove to me that that is not what I saw that night. I know what I saw, and nothing you say will change my mind. Nothing.

Chapter 1

I pulled on my new floral print dress and French braided my long curly blonde hair back. I slipped on some old brown hunting boots and grabbed my jean jacket.

I checked my phone to see if he had texted me back, saying when he would get to my house to pick me up, but he hadn't replied yet. My mom walked in while I finished putting on my makeup.

"This boy isn't going to know what hit him," she laughed. "You look beautiful."

I tucked a loose hair behind my ear and smiled. "Thanks Mom."

"Do you want to borrow my pearls?" She asked.

My eyes lightened up. "Really?"

She nodded and rushed over to her and Dad's room to pull out her antique but stunning pearl necklace. She came back and gestured for me to turn around. "Now, do not lose these. Frank spent a fortune for these," she said as she clasped the necklace around my neck.

"Thank you so much Mom! I love you," I kissed her on the cheek.

She chuckled. "I love you too."

I checked my phone to see if he answered but he still hadn't. I frowned.

"He'll come. Don't worry," my mom assured me.

I nodded but had a feeling I was going to be stood up… again. But Michael is different. I mean, he seems different.

My friend Jordan texted me: GRACE. Is he there yet?

I sighed and texted her back: No…

My eyes were itchy because of my contacts so I decided to just wear my glasses. I took out my contacts which was stupid considering I had mascara on that was not waterproof, and it got all over my face and my eyes stung because it got in them. I scowled as I had to wipe off my blush, cover-up and foundation to remove the mascara stains, and then I even had to redo my mascara. And now my makeup was asymmetrical. UGH MAKEUP SUCKS. THIS IS WHY I NEVER WHERE ANY. I fixed it within the 30 minutes which Michael had not called or texted me. We were going to see a movie, one which would start in 10 minutes. I even called him a few times and he wouldn't answer. Where was he?

I slipped on my glasses as I scrambled downstairs, nearly tripping over myself, thinking maybe he had gotten there and I just hadn't heard the doorbell. Mom was in the kitchen, making dinner for herself. I walked back upstairs, disappointed.

I kept looking at my phone over and over for an hour of silence. That's when I knew he wasn't coming.

"Mom?" I walked downstairs.

"You're still here? Honey, what's wrong?" She asked, sitting on the couch in the den and seeing that I was crying. "Come here."

I walked into her open arms and sat down, sobbing. "Why does this always happen to me?"

I felt her warm breath on my neck as she sighed softly. "They just aren't good enough for you."

I looked up at her feeling my mascara in my eyes and on my cheeks. "But why do they ask me out in the first place? Why bother if they are gonna bail on me at the last minute?"

My mom didn't answer. She just kept rubbing my arm and soothing me. A while later I told her I needed to get some fresh air. I walked outside in our backyard and took a walk into the woods. I called Jordan.

"He didn't come…" I said.

"He didn't come?! That jackass!"

"What do I do wrong? They ask me out, and then, they never show up. It's like I'm cursed or something."

Jordan seemed to be deep in thought because she was silent for a few minutes.

"Jordan?"

"Well, maybe… Remember that clingy boyfriend you had?"

"Nate?"

"Yeah. Well you guys went through a tough break-up. Maybe he's telling guys that ask you out not to date you. He had a huge problem with jealousy."

"You know, maybe you're right. But why would he do that?"

"I don't know… Maybe you could ask him. Tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night? What's happening tomorrow night?"

"There's a party! At Lydia's house."

"Lydia?"

"She's super popular. Really pretty. She's a real bitch too. You'll know her if you see her."

"Okay," I said, as I trudged deeper into the woods.

"So I'll see you there. And don't worry about this guy. He's just another idiot."

"Thanks, Jordan. See ya."

I pressed END on my phone and realized that I had wandered far deeper into the woods than I planned to go. So far that I didn't even recognize where I was. The sun had sunk beneath the horizon about half an hour ago, leaving a very faint glow in the sky, so faint that I had to squint to make out my surroundings. Thank God for iPhone flashlights. I turned my phone flashlight on, shining it on an animal. My heart skipped a beat, just before I realized it was just a little black cat. I let out a huge sigh of relief as it scampered away.

Cicadas and crickets started to buzz, and the chirps of birds slowly faded away as the sun's light completely went away. I saw the moon rising in the distance. It was nearly full.

The wind rustled through the leaves in the trees and I shivered. I got my compass app out and made my way toward the direction of my house. Suddenly, I heard movement behind me. I swiveled around, seeing the same black cat. I shrugged and turned back towards my goal. Then I heard a howl. My eyebrows furrowed because I remembered being told we have no wolves in California. The howl sounded kind of close too… I quickened my pace and prayed that it was some stray dog, however that howl sounded a lot different. I had heard wolves howl before when I visited my grandparents' home in Alaska. There's a certain distinction… It's as if they are calling their pack. I mean, I guess they are. But, if there are no wolves, then why would they…?

A growl interrupted my train of thought. And something told me that the cat could not make that sound. I didn't stop to turn around. I didn't stop to make sure that I was going the right way. I just took off. But I could hear some big, vicious animal following closely behind, not hesitating for a second. I turned my head as I was running to see what was following me and what I saw was impossible… and terrifying. What was chasing me was no wolf. It was too big. But it wasn't a bear either. Its eyes glowed with red fury and it towered over me. I turned my head back sharply, and attempted to increase my speed but going faster was beyond my limit.

My body was getting worn out, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest like it would explode at any second. I tripped over a surface root, falling flat on my face. Dirt went into my mouth and my glasses split in the center. There was no time to lose. I got right back up, phone in my sweaty palm, and threw my glasses on the ground even though I couldn't really make out anything without them and started running again, but slowly realized that there was nothing following me anymore. There was complete silence. I let out a heavy sigh, relieved that it was all over. I picked up my glasses, laughing gently to myself about how freaked out I got and brushed it off as a hallucination.

But that was before I heard that same growl again. And that growl was right in my ear. I could feel the air the animal exhaled. I let out a huge scream, loud enough for people on the other side of the country to hear. I started running but the creature got to me before I even made two steps. It dragged my body with little effort and clawed at me. It scratched me all over and cut up my new dress and broke apart my mother's pearls. I cried as it ripped away at me. It felt like someone was peeling off a bunch band aids but 100 times more painful and the pain only worsened. But that wasn't near the worst pain I felt. The most piercing, intense pain was from the bite. The evil, menacing creature bit me twice: on my right shoulder and on my left hand. I screamed even louder than before. I had to get away. I ran and stumbled but, for some reason, the beast didn't follow. And it wasn't like before when it just came out of nowhere. This time I saw it run the opposite way. Like it had finished the job. But I thought the job was killing me at that point… Little did I know what the creature's true purpose was.