Summary: Marin Morrell, the runt of her pack has recently been exiled. She unknowingly crosses over into Hale Pack territory and the new Alpha, Derek Hale, isn't too happy about it. AU.
~ Introduction: New Beginnings ~
I pay attention to every motion, every movement, my eyes locked on them. The biggest wolf shoots off, headed straight for me. I turn and in one movement break out into a sprint, the claws on my feet leaving deep imprints in the dirt. I can hear the rest of the pack snarling behind me. I see the stocky male gaining on me out of the corner of my eye. His own feet thud against the forest floor, leaving their own imprints. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising nad I quickly gather from both his size and speed that he is the Alpha.
Despite being one of the fastest out of my old pack, I realize that I won't be able to outrun him. Deciding now is the time to my training to good use, I make the decision to zag to the left. Ducking under a branch and hopping over another I hope that my quick thinking will make up for his speed. I glance behind me just in time to see him stumble for a bit before regaining his footing. It doesn't stall him for as long as I had hoped but it gives me a few more seconds than I had before. Concentrating solely on running, I try to focus on only myself and the scenery. He shouts what I assume to be orders out to his betas and five more sets of pounding footsteps join ours.
In a matter of minutes they have caught up with us. A curly haired male beta is running slightly behind us on the left and I don't have to look to realize that another beta is doing the same on the right. It takes a few seconds for me to realize they are trying to surround me. I only have a two options left, charge at either one of the betas and hope that I am strong enough to throw them off balance or surrender. Without much thought, I decide that the latter is not an option.
The male beta is on the lanky side but looks to be the tallest out of them all. He would be easier to take out than the Alpha but still not easy. The female is a brunette and looks to be about my height but it's obvious that she's thicker than me and probably stronger. Charging at either of them would be risky but it's not like I have any other option. I make a decision and all three of them snarl when I charge at the female, the two of us rolling around in the dirt multiple times before either one of us regains our footing. She crouches down in front of me, baring her teeth in warning.
The curly haired beta and dark haired Alpha are quick approaching and I change my mind again. Taking flight would be a much better idea than fighting at this point. I turn and before my other foot can even touch the ground, her legs shoot out and knock me off balance. We fall to the ground once again, her on top of me this time, eyes the same topaz color as my own. I squirm underneath her as she tries to pin me down and when that doesn't work, flip over onto my stomach. Frustrated more than anything, I swing my elbow back hard and it connects hard with her face, a cracking sound following.
The brunette is momentarily distracted with cradling her nose and I scramble to my feet, only to be caught in the arms of yet another beta. This one is clearly older than the rest with dirty blonde hair and light green eyes. He looks down at me and grins before turning me so that my back is touching his chest. His arms go around my neck in warning and I squirm, wanting to break free from his hold. He tightens his arms around my neck and I stop my squirming, knowing now that he meant business. He guides me over to where the female is now standing, cracking her nose back into place.
Two more betas join us forming a circle, both of them males. One is a pale blonde and the other is tan with dark hair.
"Is that really necessary, Peter?" The tan beta asks the man who is holding me. I open my mouth to agree with him but close it when the Alpha male approaches. It's clear even to me that he is in charge.
"It is when she attacks one of us." He says, his voice deep and full of authority. Everything about him screams Alpha, down to his walk. For a moment I find myself marveling at how sure of himself he seems but that feeling quickly leaves me when he speaks again. "This is Hale Pack territory." It was now replaced with fear. After many moments of silence he speaks again. "You don't have anything to say for yourself?"
I stall by clearing my throat in an attempt to gain the confidence to speak. I had found myself in this position countless times before, trying to explain myself to those higher up in the pack hierarchy, this was just the first time I had pissed off an Alpha that wasn't my own. "I-I didn't mean to."
"Where's your pack?" His thick eyebrows furrowed as he waited for my answer. "I don't have one." I could tell he wasn't happy with that answer. "They kicked me out of the pack a few days ago and I came back here to find my brother." The man I know knew to be Peter snorted. "I wonder why." The female beta chimed in. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the both of them.
The Alpha's eyes squinted and he looked to be deep in thought, almost as if the gears in his brain were turning. "Who's your brother?" His question surprised me. I knew that Deaton was an emissary for a pack in Beacon Hills but he never told me anything beyond that, and considering that there was always news about multiple packs being here there was no telling which pack he helped. After I was bitten, we had both agreed to go our separate ways and for the most part pretended as if the other didn't exist.
"His name is Alan but I'm pretty sure he goes by Deaton." I could only hope that this information would work to my advantage instead of the opposite. "Let her go, Peter." Peter let go of me reluctantly, almost like he would have preferred to snap my neck.
"This is Cora," He pointed to the only female of the group, the brunette I had attacked earlier. "She's my sister." He motioned to Peter next. "My uncle Peter," He pointed to the curly haired beta next, the blonde, and the dark haired male next. "Issac, Jackson, and Scott." I nodded after each introduction to show him I understood.
"And I'm Derek." I swallowed in an attempt to soothe my throat before speaking again. "Marin." I told them simply. After the introductions were finished he extended his hand for me to take. I only stared at it. "I'll take you to him." Reaching out hesitantly, I placed my shaky hand into his.
That's it for now, lovelies. I won't try to hound you all into writing reviews but I would appreciate it if a few of you let me know what you think about the story and if you think I should continue it. I have two stories floating around with Marin Morrell as a main character, this one and one that features Chris Argent as the main male lead. I'll probably focus on one more than the other so it's important that if you like this you let me know. If not, thanks for even taking the time to read it, I really do appreciate it. Until next time, good bye.