Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, nor do I own any of the characters that you recognize. All original characters are my creation, and any resemblance to persons living, dead, or fictional are complete coincidence.
This is set the year after season four, when Scott and company are seniors and Liam is a sophomore. (Since the season hasn't ended yet and I don't know if Derek's gonna die, he'll remain alive in this story.) Enjoy!
"You know, you really shouldn't be here this late."
"Don't care," I replied nonchalantly.
"Uncle Max will worry about us," Candy stressed.
"Then you go home and calm him down. I'll be fine."
"I know when you're upset, Maddie. Did something happen?"
"First of all, you don't know when I'm upset; stop acting like we have some kind of twin telepathy. And second, nothing happened. If you want to go, then go."
She looked reluctant to leave, but turned on her heel and walked away. Her figure disappeared and I cast a resentful glance at Beacon Hills High. Even after a whole year I still wasn't ready to stop hating it and everyone inside.
Pulling out my phone, I checked the time. It was nearing midnight already. I'd be in a hell of a lot of trouble, but I didn't really mind.
My mind was wondering when a sharp sound jolted me out of my haze. I had wandered into the woods near the school and heard something that sounded like a branch breaking. My stomach immediately dropped at the noise. Nothing in the area was big enough to make a sound that loud.
I started to exit the woods, taking the longest strides that I could without being heard. It wasn't common for us to get mountain lions, but one did terrorize the area about two years ago. I wasn't about to take the chance of sticking around to find out what it was.
As I continued to leave I heard another noise. It wasn't a branch this time—it was a growl. Forgetting all about my plan to stay quiet, I broke into a run, stumbling to get out.
Idiot, I scolded myself as I tripped on roots in my haste. You should've left with Candy. This school is going to be the death of you, just like it was for your parents.
I heard heavy footsteps directly behind me just before I was tackled to the ground. I barely had time to register what was happening before I felt several sharp points piercing my abdomen. A shrill scream escaped my lips as blood began to pour from the wound.
"Welcome to the pack…" a chilling voice whispered into my ear, but when I opened my eyes, I was alone.
I grabbed my phone from my pocket, trying my hardest not to black out from the pain. I was seeing spots by the time a voice answered the phone. "911. What's your emergency?"
"I'm bleeding… Animal attack… I-I need someone to come get me."
"What is your location?"
I managed to get out a pained "Beacon Hills High" before I lost consciousness.
A/N: I hope you liked it! (It's a little short, but it's kind of a prologue.) I actually wrote this story about a year ago, but I eventually ditched it to move on to other things. Then, when Liam came in this season, I found someone who my main character could relate to based on age and general werewolf inexperience. So, I'm continuing it with Liam as a love interest! (Though he won't actually appear for another two chapters.)
So, if you did like it, leave me a review telling me why! And if not, leave a review anyway telling me how I can improve. See you next time!