Authors Note- Hey guys, so this is my first fanfiction ever and I already have the first few chapters written out so I plan to update regularly. I plan to update in about a week or maybe even less so I hope you enjoy and I'm sorry this chapter is so short the next one will be much longer. Please follow, favorite, and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own teen wolf or any of its characters. I only own my OC.
Edited: I changed Ashlyn's age ,for those who were wondering, so that her age better fits the plot.
I could hear someone laughing as I hit my head on a large stone. The surrounding forest blurred before everything went pitch black.
I woke up on the edge of the forest my vision blurring then clearing over and over before I could see straight. I bolted up right and threw myself to my feet before stumbling and being overcome by a wave of nausea. I stood, leaning against a tree, until it passed before sprinting as fast as I could away from the woods.
Just then, a girl with long, red hair jumped out in front of me and caught my arms as I stumbled again.
"Hey, Hey, you're okay," she said in a calming tone. "You're sare here, just relax," I could feel my breathing slowly even out as she kept talking.
"What's your name sweetie, can you tell me that?" she inquired.
"As... Ashlyn," I answered my voice cracking from fear and exhaustion.
"Okay Ashlyn, how old are you?"
"I'm thirteen," I replied, and she looked surprised for a minute before she quickly covered it up.
"What are you doing out in the woods alone?" she asked, continuing with her roll of questions.
"I'm... I'm... I don't know what I'm doing!" I said, feeling my breath becoming ragged as I began to panic again.
"Hey, no, no, no, calm down. Look at me okay? Focus on my face and take deep breaths. That's it, come on," she said grabbing my hand and leading me away from the forest without looking back.
The redheaded girl, who I had learned was named Lydia, was taking me to the only place I didn't want to be. Home.
When we reached the apartment that me and my uncle were staying at Lydia asked me which floor was mine and I pointed to penthouse.
When we reached the top floor the elevator stopped an we climbed out. I hesitated in front of our door for a minute and Lydia shot me a concerned look. I took a deep breath in and swung the door open. As soon as the door hit the wall Deucalion appeared before me. He glanced at Lydia before putting on a fake smile. "There you are! I was worried about you last night!"
I looked down sadly before muttering "I'm sorry, uncle," knowing he was probably furious at me... just not for the reason that Lydia thought.
Delucian ignored me before turning back to Lydia "Thank you so much for bringing her home I was so worried!"
For the first time since coming into the apartment Lydia spoke, "No problem, but I'm afraid I have to leave now if I'm going to get to school on time," her voice sounded different almost as if she didn't trust my uncle. But that couldn't be it right?
"Okay well thank you again," Deucalion said before roughly grabbing my arm and beginning to pull me away farther into the apartment. I turned back to Lydia before he could completely take me inside "Thank you for helping me," I whispered, but somehow I knew she still heard me.
"Ashlyn! What were you thinking! You know to come straight here after a full moon!"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I just woke up!" I cried trying to defend myself.
"Don't lie to me!" he yelled hitting me across the face with the blade on the tip of his cane.
I opened my mouth to apologise again but before I could say anything, I could taste the sharp metallic taste of blood. He had struck me deeper then I thought. Just then he struck me back three times with his walking cane before pushing me to the floor and walking away.
About twenty minutes passed before I heard Delcucian leave the building Via the elevator. Somehow I found the strength to push myself and stagger into my room. "Come on Ashlyn," I lectured myself "you're stronger than this." I collapsed on the bed and winced when my back hit the sheets before blacking out.
I could vaguely hear the door open and I thought that Deucalion was back until I heard someone gasp. I heard footsteps running right before I felt two cold hands on my back.
"Oh my god," I heard someone mutter under their breath before a pair of hands gently pulled me off the bed and into a sitting position.
I blinked open my eyes and saw a brunette girl standing in front of me. The brunett in front of me gasped again and I instantly knew that my eyes were glowing from the pain. My eyes were glowing a shocking snow white.