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One month before

I stopped frozen in my tracks.

I looked around, my eyes widening in confusion. Tall trees surrounded, clothing me in darkness as the bitter wind winded around and attack me from all sides. I couldn't remember how I had gotten in the middle of the woods, only wearing a thin t-shirt and sweatpants. Had I slept walked? I hadn't in the past, but I'm sure it was possible. Slightly disoriented, I ran a trembling hand through my hair, though when I pulled my hand back I saw that it was covered with bright, sticky blood. I let out a frantic noise, patting around my head to try and locate the wound. My hair was matted, crusted with dried blood. I ran a hand over my face, finding a deep cut above my brow. Warm blood was already pouring down the side of my face and I wondered how I hadn't noticed it before. I shook as I placed a hand over the wound, trying to slow the bleeding. I was already feeling a little light-headed and I prayed it wasn't because blood loss. I bit the inside of my lip as my heart raced in my chest.

I looked around, silencing my frantic thoughts. I needed to get home before I suffered from hypothermia or, God forbid, pass out. I shivered, both from the fear that was running through me and the cold. I wrapped one arm around my chest, the other pressing against my head, beginning to the trudge through the muddy leaves. I was hoping that walking in the opposite direction from before would lead me home, but I couldn't be sure. There were no lights around me, so there was nothing to guide me back to civilization.

I kept my ears open for any sign of people, despite the fact that these woods could expand for miles and miles before it even reached an abandoned log cabin, let alone a town. I frowned, stumbling along as I tried to piece together how the hell I ended up in this situation. Unfortunately, all I could remember was talking to my best friend before bed and falling asleep. Nothing about taking a midnight stroll through the woods.

I scooted down a hill, careful not to fall. I suppressed the urge to hit myself, irritated that I had gotten myself in a mess. I wondered how long I had been out here, hoping that it was only a couple of hours. My mom overreacted all the time, so I wondered if she was at the house, wondering if I was home. I contemplated whether or not I wanted her to know. She would be pissed, but if she didn't know, I could die out here before she noticed. I could walk for days and still not reach a road. I paused, looking around before standing back up. Leaves crunched under my bare feet and the wind picked up, chilling me.

I shivered again.

A twig suddenly snapped behind me. I whirled around, startled. I scanned the area, certain that an animal was going to jump out and maul me. I strained to concentrate on listening, but my pounding heart made this almost impossible. I concluded that I was being paranoid and turned back, walking, however I had quickened my pace.

This time, when another twig snapped behind me, I was positive. I froze, unable to bring myself to move. I screamed internally for my body to respond to my thoughts, to do something, but I remained motionless. Terror scorched through my body as I heard a loud growl rumble through the woods. The sound made me snap out of my fear and I broke into a sprint. I no longer cared in which direction I was running, only that I needed to get away from whatever danger was behind.

I jumped over a fallen branch, my legs threatening to crumple under me. I slammed through twigs as they cut my face, blood dripping down my face. It was getting harder and harder to see as it collected around my eyes.

I let out a whine of pain as I continued running.

I let out a scream as the ground dropped and I proceeded to tumble down a steep hill, landing on my stomach. My head had bounced off a rock, causing the deep wound from before to rip open and expose more blood. Rough dirt had clawed my body and I let out a whimper. I rolled onto my back. I had landed on my wrist wrong and it responded with a loud snap. I'm sure the pain would have been unbearable, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins made it a second thought.

I scrambled back when a pair of red eyes appeared from in-between the trees. My breath labored as I looked around for a way out. "Calla." A disgruntled voice said my name. My eyes widened. "You listened to my calling." I opened my mouth, but a weak sob was all that came out. "You followed my directions."

A tall body exposed itself, it's back curved forward. Extremely long nails dripped from it's hands and it's face, seemingly half-human and half-monster, gave me a large smile. I wanted to scream from help, but the sight of the monster had me speechless. It took a step towards me, a hand reaching for my arm. I tried to scramble back, but a thick trunk stopped me. I leaned against the bark, staring in horror. It grasped my forearm, slowing rolling my sleeve back, revealing my tattoo. A wolf caught mid-howl. I had gotten it a year ago in my rebellious stage.

The monster let out a pleased growl, releasing my arm. I curled it to my chest, rubbing the area where it had touched me. The skin was prickling from the fur that exploded from everywhere on it's body brushed against it.

"You're going to be a natural." It seemed to laugh.

"I'm asleep." I finally whispered to myself, using the balls of my feet to try and push against the trunk. "Wake up." I shut my eyes. "Wake up." I felt the long nails caress my legs before they reached my neck. "No, no, no . . ."

"Calla." I gulped when it spoke my name again. I opened my eyes to see it's hairy and inhuman face inches from mine.

"I'm asleep." I repeated, shaking my head furiously.

"No." The monster opened it's mouth to expose long fangs. "You are being awakened."

There was white hot pain coming from each direction of my body and I fell into blackness as my screams echoed throughout the woods.

I do not own Teen Wolf. Only my OCs.