Dreams;
My dreams, they seemed be a gate way to Beacon Hills. Even though no one would have a clue who I was let alone what I meant to some of them, the moment Lydia Martin a cherished friend was bitten and forced into a coma state that I just couldn't reach. It scared me, I normally could reach her in our dreams. She was the only one who knew- who I let know about me. That I was different.
It was why I knew I had to get there; to Beacon Hills. And help her anyway I could. So I left without my mother knowing or the other witches we were staying with…
Running through the woods if I hadn't heard the slicing sound of a blade I would have been caught, that was for certain but it was in that moment I saw him again. The man that seared into my soul, a reminder of what I had lost. I hated him with a passion Gerard Argent, a hunter that even my mother feared.
The little hunter group swiftly moved away leaving the body of the lone wolf an Omega, probably leaving it to someone to clean up for him. Entering the field I stared up at the sickening sight of a man's body hanging from his waist to head while his lower half scattered the ground drenched with blood, flinching at the sudden sound of someone moving I looked up feeling my eyes flare blue, a golden hue and ruby red flared back in response.
"Oh my god, Riley." Glancing to the ruby red eyed male as he stepped through the dark forest coming into a strip of tree leaves not obstructing the view of the crescent, noticing the subtle change with age but something about him set my wolf running around all giddy an image filled my mind a memory of Derek. "Derek." Inhaling his scent from the short distance I could practically feel my wolf wanting to shift and get right to him, it was when a scream sounded even from the depths of the forest that had me gasping controlling slipping.
Feet giving out as hairs grew through the roots beginning to slowly cover my hands in a black coloured fur coat, "she has to focus on her anchor. You have an anchor, right?" Looking up Derek was suddenly there crouching low touching the middle of my back, another was with him, the boy he was a teen something familiar about him though had me focusing a little at his question.
"Riley listen to me, you can't shift not now, not while the hunters are here. They will kill you." Grasping out at Derek he let me grab hold of him as I breathe shakily, whining at the faint smell of fire fragments and pain coming from his scent. Breathing in and out through the tears that filled my eyes it was like a tick of the clock a matters of minutes and I was feeling calmer in a way, forcing open my eyes I found Derek my claws embedded into the flesh of his back gasping instantly I pulled them from him pulling back seeing the two looking at me wide eyed.
"I didn't mean that. I can't- I can't. I can't control it, They wouldn't train me, that I was a witch and nothing else." Derek enveloped me in his arms emitting a calming influence I couldn't help closing my eyes feeling at peace, exhausting from the travel, from running for a few days and nights barely sleeping…