Disclaimer: I don't own teen wolf, although I wish I did.

To any readers, this will start off with an invented character who may (or may not) fall in love with one (or a few) other character(s). Review if you like this beginning.

**IMPORTANT: Thanks to the ever observant pokemonrul432 - I would like to note that Scott, for the purpose of this story, IS an alpha (I think it works best that way- sorry to deviate from the original characteristics of Teen Wolf)

Jessica's POV-

Jessica Clark, honor student at Beacon Hills High School needed a break. Top of the class (just behind Lydia Martin) she was a swimmer and in half a dozen school clubs in order to build her resume for college.

However, her favorite thing to do was scouting, but it was kind of embarrassing so she kept it on the down low when it came to her friends. Particularly with her best friend Mark who was on the lax team. She felt there really was no need to tell a lax bro that she was a Scout. He was her friend, but 'scouting' in general sounded pretty nerdy to her. Scouting WAS nerdy—but that wasn't going to stop her from enjoying herself.

So there she was, in the middle of the woods camping out, although, if she thought about it, she was actually only a few miles from her house. She had her tent pitched and a fire going.

She was alone. In the back of her mind she realized that if her parents found out she wasn't with her crew (as she had led them to believe), she'd be in huge trouble. But she wanted to be by herself—so she didn't allow her conscience to bother her.

What WAS bothering her was already occupying all of her thoughts. Her best friend Mark had been acting weird lately. He'd been partying more and more in the past few weeks. And, she'd have to be the designated driver to take him home every night as he sat nearly passed out in the passenger seat.

He had asked her to be his date to a lax-bash that was tonight, but she used this camping trip as an excuse to get out of it.

She was lost in thought as she stared deeply into the flickering flames, when she heard the crackling of dead leaves. Squinting into the darkness, she saw a dark shape outlined in shadows moving towards her fire.

Suddenly self-conscious of being alone, she quickly stood up and recognized Mark stumbling towards her. Two other stumbling guys she knew from the lax team followed closely behind him.

Relief was suddenly replaced by annoyance.

"Mark! What are you doing here? How'd you even find me?"

"Yerr mom tolllld…" he slurred.

"You're drunk," she said flatly.

"Mark wants to know," piped up on of the guys behind him, "Why you won't be his date."

"I'm busy," she said not looking at anyone but into Marks dark eyes, which always seemed so light and agreeable in daylight.

"Noo, yerr sitting alone. In the middle of these stupid woods. Not. Busy. At all." Mark said practically struggling for words. He must really be stoned, she thought.

"I have an idea of something to occupy us," said that same annoying friend, but this time in a creepier and very suggestive voice. He started moving around the fire and Jessica found herself backing away from him.

"Mark! Tell your friend to back off," she commanded, for the first time getting worried as the second friend started moving towards her too.

But Mark said nothing, whether because he didn't care or because he was too intoxicated to really grasp the situation—she could only guys cornered her, before she could even allow herself to believe that this was really happening. She had known Mark since preschool! This had to be a terrible, horrific dream. It couldn't be real.

Suddenly she knew it had to be a dream.

As the boys touched her, and when she was only moments from releasing a huge scream—she saw a monster running on four legs enter her little clearing.

She let out a huge breath and gasped in astonishment. And, she watched it take off into the woods. Mark and one of his friends had seen it too, and they began blinking rapidly as if trying to wake themselves from a nightmare.

As soon as the monster was gone, a boy in a white t-shirt busted into the clearing screaming "SCOTT! SCOTT!"

The guy looked over at them illuminated by the fire, and he suddenly stopped. Jessica realized instantly what a weird scene this was. (Then again, HE was the one chasing the monster) : One of Mark's friend's was practically restraining her as the other had his hands on her. Mark stood dumbly to the side.

Jessica recognized the boy in the firelight to also go to her school. Stiles. He too was on the lax team, unless she was mistaken.

"Hey! What are you guys doing?" He said, brow furrowed together and shaking his head. The way he said it made it clear he knew exactly what they were doing, but just couldn't believe it.

"Get lost."

Jessica tried to shake free, but found herself being squeezed by the guy on her right.

"I SAID, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Stiles marched over, "GET OFF OF HER!"

"MOVE ON- JACK***!" Their tone was dangerous as soon Stiles found himself outnumbered with three buff, drunken, and not to mention angry lax guys moving towards him.

Stiles, bless him, didn't even pretend that he could take on all three guys. He just put his hands out to protect his face. The forgotten Jessica was running over to help Stiles when the giant monster jumped out of the woods again with a giant thud as he hit the forest floor. Only when the monster howled, did Jessica realize that she was staring at an impossibly large wolf. Hearing that howl, Mark and his friends took off running away from the beast.

Jessica was so transfixed with the wolf that she almost didn't hear Stiles say, "Oh, no," under his breath.

It was true, the wolf suddenly locked his giant orb-like eyes on her and for the second time that night, she felt the distinct feeling of being prey.

Stiles jumped in front of her, "RUN, behind that tree! Something!"

She ran behind the thick tree and peaked out as she watched Stiles.

"IT'S ME!" he begged, "DON'T KILL US!" Styles kept up a running commentary, "I am going to die unless you snap out of it bro! Prove Derek wrong- FIGHT IT!" Before her very eyes, the wolf shrunk down into a human wolf-like man. The panting turned into human breathing and within a few more seconds of struggle and turned into a human.

"Bro! I knew you could do it!" Stiles said gleefully clapping him on the back as if he had just successfully complete a science experiment.

"Lost. Control. Sorry." The boy she recognized as Scott McCall (yet another lax player), breathed heavy, labored breaths.

"We didn't die, so I call today a successful day," replied Stiles. Clearly he was not too bothered by the recent events that were starting to freak Jessica out.

Scott snapped his head over towards Jessica's direction as if he could hear her heart pounding from yards blatantly stared at her as she peaked out from behind the tree. Silence ensued as the three of them stared at each other for a few moments. Scott spoke up, slowly and seriously. "This is bad."

A/N: Please review- if I get enough, I'll continue. (The plan is to turn this into a love triangle)

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