Hello readers... quick introduction to this story:

I started it after re-watching season 4 and wasn't really thinking of publishing it at first. I wrote a few more chapters after this so I won't leave you hanging, but I'm still unsure if I'll continue it after that.. my rambling shall continue at the end of the chapter. Stay tuned (?)

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE TEEN WOLF CHARACTERS / STORYLINE

I DO OWN LUNA AND HER FATHER

Chapter 1: A Bloody New Start

I sat in the car as my father drove me to school. First day. I was transferring for the second semester in Beacon Hills High School. I guess my story was that my father had been transferred to work here, but that wasn't the true story. The true story was that his second job had led us here, his second job being werewolf hunter, but at this point, it had become any-supernatural-creature hunter.

A few weeks ago we had received a list. A list of all the supernatural beings in Beacon Hills and the amount of money they were worth… dead.

My father, as sympathetic as he was towards supernatural creatures, jumped at the idea to make money, and good money at that, doing what he did best. And here we were.

"Nervous?" My father glanced at me, clearly noticing my fidgeting with the pendant around my neck. It was a small amethyst rock, really, it was supposed to bring good fortune to whoever wore it, but really it was just covered in dry wolfs bane.

"About walking in a school full of werewolves or about it being my first day?" I asked. This wasn't the first time I had been surrounded by wolves, or the first time I had changed schools. But that didn't mean I'd ever get used to either those circumstances.

"Both?" It was more of a statement rather than a question. I nodded. "Just remember, try to fit in." He reminded me for the billionth time and handed me a folded piece of paper. "And keep an eye out for them." I unfolded the paper to see it was the list. The deadpool as my father called it. I skimmed through the names again, and one in particular caught my eye. Scott McCall. Worth 25 million.

I had heard the stories of the werewolf that had fought against an entire alpha pack and won. He was a true Alpha, his powers were earned not stolen. It also meant he hadn't killed anyone, ever, which was pretty rare around werewolves. They couldn't help killing, it was in their nature, which was what justified our job as hunters. We stood by a code: "we hunt those who hunt us" which literarily meant we hunt werewolves that hunt humans, but had taken a new meaning throughout time: we hunt any werewolf even those who haven't killed yet because they will in time. They all do.

I had tried following the code my whole life, and my first instinct had never been to kill, mainly injure and then take back to my father or who else was in charge. I did my best not to be the one to kill them, although sometimes I had to make exceptions. Killing random creatures on a list however, not exactly worth an exception. I hadn't told my father about my reluctance in doing this, I'd rather he not think I was a pussy and afraid to kill or worse that I was sympathetic towards them. I had already made that mistake once before, and it took months before I earned my father's trust again.

The car pulled over in the school parking lot. I glanced out of the window. Well, here we were. New school, new people… and new werewolves to hunt down.

"Have a good day, Luna." My father grinned at me. I replied with a small smile.

"Thanks, Dad." And with that, I exited the car and made my way to the school entrance.

I was almost at the doors when someone ran right into me. "Hey watch where you're-" I started to say. But my voice faded when I saw who my assaulter was. "Liam?" I frowned, utterly surprised to see him here. He looked different from when I last saw him. Although to be fair when I last saw his he was being pulled into a police car with handcuffs around his wrists. "What are you doing here?"

He seemed just as shocked to see me as I was to see him. "I got transferred here." He explained, obviously not wanting to get into the details of his 'transfer'. I decided not to push it. "What about you?"

"My dad moved here. He thought it was best for me to stay in a school closer to home." I lied. I mean, not really, the facts were kind of true. It was more like withholding information rather than lying. Liam and I had both attended Devenford Prep in the previous semester. He got kicked out because of an little incident with his coach's car.

He looked much better now, not that he didn't look good before. He was one of the best lacrosse players we had, but his anger issues caused him to get benched most of the time. We never used to talk much, also because my boyfriend at the time and him were archenemies.

Liam simply nodded in response, obviously feeling awkward about this whole situation. "I'm sorry for running into you." He apologized.

"Don't worry about it." I replied. "What's your first class?" I decided to go for small talk.

"Actually I was going to lacrosse practice. Try-outs are today." He explained.

"Oh." Of course he'd try out for lacrosse. Hopefully this time he wouldn't let his anger issues get the best of him. "Well, good luck." I started to head to class when he stopped me in my tracks.

"Are you going?" He asked, referring to try-outs.

I turned to face him. "I'm not really a lacrosse player." I pretty much sucked.

He laughed. "I meant are you going to watch?"

"Oh, uh… I don't know." I shrugged. I hadn't really thought about it. I was too busy hyperventilating about the first day to actually think about what I was going to do after it.

"I hope you do." Liam smiled. Then headed to where I imagine lacrosse practice was.

Well… that wasn't weird at all. Why would Liam want me to go to try-outs? I thought he hated me. Or at least didn't like me.

I guess he just needed to see a familiar face, which kind of reassured me as well. Knowing Liam was here meant I had someone going through exactly what I was.

I met a few people in first period, one was a friendly guy called Mason that I pegged to be clearly gay, the other was a confident jackass named Garrett. I didn't like the latter much but I was in need of all the friends I could get, to fit in and all.

But second period was when it got interesting. I was sitting at my desk as two juniors walked in, talking about lacrosse practice. "I'm telling you, that kid is too good to be human." One of them told the other.

"Stiles, please don't bring this up again." The black haired one replied.

"He caught every single ball!" The one called Stiles insisted, sitting down in front of me.

The other sat down beside him. "Yeah, he was goalie. That's what the goalie does."

I knew eavesdropping was rude but I felt compelled to know who they were talking about.

"Whatever Scott," My eyes widened as Stiles spoke. "I still think we should keep an eye on this Liam kid." And I suddenly felt grateful I had been listening to this conversation. Apart from the fact Liam was the great player they were talking about, Scott was the name of the black haired junior. I glanced at him. Could he be the infamous Scott McCall?

"Stilinksi, McCall." The teacher, or better coach, called from the front of the room. "Shut up." Then added. "And remember to show up for practice today."

And that was my confirmation. The 25-million-dollars-worth werewolf was right here, in my class. And as promised, I was going to keep an eye on him. Try-outs were starting to sound appealing.

After school I made my way to the lacrosse field and saw my new friend Mason sitting on the bleachers. He gestured for me to join him. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He asked me as I sat down next to him.

"Oh, you know, I love lacrosse." Yeah I sucked at lying. Which wasn't handy since my hobby was killing werewolves.

"Right." Mason did not seem too convinced. I spotted Liam in line for the goal along with Scott and Stiles. Liam glanced our way, his eyes meeting mine. He grinned and waved. I waved back, which earned me a puzzled look from Mason. "You know Liam?" He questioned.

I nodded. "Yeah, we both transferred from Devenford Prep." I explained. "How do you know Liam?"

"Oh we've been best friends for a long time." Mason informed me. "You know, now that I think about it, he did mention a Luna a few times. Did you happen to date a pretentious asshole?" He struggled to remember what I expected to be Liam's exact words.

I laughed. "That would fit the description, yes." I was flattered Liam had talked about me to his best friend, but that feeling went away once I realized it was probably all bad.

I decided to focus on the try-outs. I watched as the players tried to score, and for an Alpha, Scott wasn't doing all too well. Liam, on the other hand, scored every time. As the Coach started to change the game, placing Scott and Stiles in defense, a mulatto girl came to sit next to me. I turned as she sat down, smiling. "Hi, I'm Violet." She introduced herself.

"Oh, hey Violet!" Mason greeted her once he noticed her presence. "Your boy's doing pretty well out there." I frowned in confusion. Mason glanced at me and explained further. "Garrett."

Oh. Violet must have been his girlfriend. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Luna."

She simply smiled back, pulling her hair out of her face, which caused me to glance down at a shimmering object round her neck. It looked familiar… maybe I'd seen a necklace like that in a jewelery store?

No. That wasn't where I'd seen it from. An object quite similar was kept in our family storage. But it wasn't just any storage, it was full of deadly weapons. Weapons designed to kill werewolves.

Before signing her off as a werewolf hunter, I'd have to make sure the necklace was what I thought it was. I'd have to get a hold of it.

My attention drifted back to the lacrosse field when I heard mutters all around. "Oh my god, is Liam okay?" Mason stood up and I followed his gaze. Liam was down on the field, holding his leg. Scott and Stiles moved to pick him up, putting one of Liam's arms on each other shoulders.

"We should take him to the nurse." I heard Stiles say as they walked off. I was tempted to follow them, check if Liam was alright, but I had something else in mind. And this distraction was quite convenient.

Violet stood up along with me, to get a better view on the situation. "I should go see Garrett." She said, facing to Mason and I. As she turned away I swiftly unlocked her necklace and it fell to the ground. Fortunately I was fast enough that she didn't even notice. I bent down to pick it up. It was definitely what I thought it was. It was a thermal cut wire.

Violet was still walking away when I called out to her. "I think you dropped this." She spun around to see me dangling the werewolf-killing weapon.

Her eyes widened slightly, her hand moving to her throat to double check she really had lost it. "Yeah," she moved towards me, taking the necklace, "thanks."

"No problem." I grinned back at her. But my grin had a second meaning to it. I didn't know if she knew what the necklace really was or if she had just found it somewhere. But something told me she did, and if she knew about the list, I had leverage on a competitor.

I pulled out my phone as I left the lacrosse field and called my dad. "Good news." I sung.

"Do tell." My father replied through the phone.

"I found the Alpha." I stated, proudly. "And made some new friends."

"I knew you would." He laughed. "And about the Alpha… I think I found him too."

I frowned, confused. "Wait, what?"

"I'm at the hospital. Three kids walked in. One was injured." He explained.

Realization hit me. Liam. "Yeah, he's the black haired one. The other two are human." Stiles didn't seem like a wolf. He was way too out of shape. I flashed back to when the coach asked them to run laps and Stiles wasn't just last, he was dying. Then another question surged up. "Why are you at the hospital? Are you hurt?"

"No, no. I was checking out a murder case with the sheriff." Of course he was…

"Oh you best buddies with the sheriff now?" I mocked.

"Well I am their new P.D." He informed me.

"Isn't the whole point of being a Private Detective being private?" I questioned.

"Then I'm a Consulting Detective." He corrected. "Either way, I'm getting informed on these supernatural-related murders. You should too." Normally parents liked to keep their children out of trouble, my dad on the other hand liked to push me right in the middle of it so I'd find my own way out.

It was exhausting to be his daughter. "I'll be there in 10."

I entered the hospital and headed to a middle-aged-and-probably-dyed blonde lady at the front desk. "I'm looking for Liam Dunbar." The lady gave me a quizzical look. "I'm a friend." I explained.

It didn't look as if she cared too much. She checked through her files and told me the room number. I thanked her and took the elevator upstairs. I was supposed to search for my father but knowing Liam was here too I had to see how he was doing. I could do both couldn't I?

I made my way to his room. The door was opened and I could see him lying on the bed, but I still knocked, not wanting to startle him by barging in. He sat up when he heard me. "Hey."

"How are you doing?" I asked, walking inside. It was a stupid question. His bandaged leg didn't look too good.

"It might be broken. But they need to wait for the x-ray results." Liam explained, clearly upset about all this.

"I'm sorry." I said, standing at the edge of his bed. "I know how much you wanted to play lacrosse."

He shrugged. "It was my fault. I went up against two juniors." He shook his head. "It was stupid."

I smiled at him. "It was. Very stupid." I confirmed. Especially because one of those juniors was an Alpha werewolf. "But also brave." He looked up at me, his light blue eyes studying mine.

"Thanks." He grinned after a moment of silence. "Did you hear that?" His grin faded away as he jumped up.

I frowned following his gaze out the door. "What is it?" I raised my eyebrows at him as he stood up from the bed and headed out the door. "Uh, Liam, I'm not a doctor or anything but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be walking." I ran after him out in the hallway. Liam was just standing there, looking to his left. I turned to see what he was staring at and suddenly realized why he was so paralyzed.

A boy covered in blood was heading our way. His mouth opened to reveal a double line of cannibal teeth. Crap.

Before I could react the boy jumped on me, tackling me to the ground. He pinned my arms on the ground and moved his bloody closer to my neck. He definitely wasn't a wolf. He was something else. I didn't have time to think about that since I could have been cannibal boy's food in a matter of seconds. I struggled to move my arms but his grip was too strong so I went for my feet. I kicked him as hard as I could. The boy growled in response, momentarily lifting his hand from my arm, giving me enough time to reach into my pocket and grab my knife. The now angry cannibal boy reached forwards with his mouth, biting my lower arm. I squealed in pain, the knife still in my hand. Now I was angry too. But before I could attack the boy was pushed off me. I looked up to see Liam, who was now the cannibal boy's main interest. He lunged towards Liam, grabbing him and dragging him out of my range of view.

"Liam!" I called out as I stood up, my arm dripping with blood from the bite. But there was no Liam in sight. I placed a hand over the bite, trying to block the blood with pressure, when someone's hand was on my shoulder.

I jumped, spinning around in surprise. "It's me, it's me." I glanced up to see my father. "I heard you scream…" He looked down at the blood running down my arm and realized why. "What happened?"

"It was one of the supernatural creatures. A cannibal." I explained through deep breaths. I was still in shock. I hadn't been prepared. If I was Liam would still be here. "He took Liam. We have to find him." I tried to walk past my father but he blocked my path.

"You aren't going anywhere. You'll bleed to death." He took my wounded arm and examined it. "At least we're in a hospital."

My father dragged my to another floor to get my arm fixed, despite my complaints. "Liam's in danger and I'm getting a stupid bite patched. Don't you see what's wrong in all this?" I exclaimed, dangling my now-bandaged arm once the doctor left the room.

"Who's Liam?" My father raised an eyebrow.

"A friend." I snapped. "Or at least he was, he might be dead now." I shuddered at the thought. If only I had been ready for that stupid bastard. "And it's all my fault." I sighed.

"It's not your fault." My father tried to reassure me. "You were in no condition to fight."

"But you were!" I cried. "I could have easily gotten here without your help. You could have helped him!" Then added. "And killed the bastard who was most likely on the list."

My father shook his head. "When you see your child hurt and bleeding you don't rush off to kill a supernatural creature just for some cash. You'll understand when you have children of your own."

I rolled my eyes at him and left the room. I wanted to find Liam but truth was I had no idea where he could be. I felt useless. I felt guilty.

And that's it folks.

So let me know in the reviews if anyone wants more or if no one gives a damn. I'm cool either way. (not really I'll cry myself to sleep)