Light blinded me through the window in my boyfriend, Stiles' bedroom. I rolled over to look at him. His mouth was open and he was muttering something unintelligible.
"Stiles, wake up. We have to go to school." I told him. He whimpered. I rolled my eyes and stood up. I searched for my bra on the floor, putting it back on my chest. I took one of Stiles' plaid shirts and buttoned it on.
"You just missed seeing me shirtless, Stiles." I told him. He just whimpered, again. I chuckled as I slipped my black underwear back on. I tripped over Stiles' jeans, but instead of falling on my face, I somersaulted and landed nimbly on my feet. Ever since I had agreed to join Derek Hale's pack, I've had some very bizarre abilities. A while ago, while there was a homicidal lizard creature roaming the streets of Beacon Hills, a man named Derek Hale invited me into his pack of werewolves. I had already known about the werewolf world due to Scott McCall, Stiles' best friend and Stiles' crazy adventures. At the time, I had wanted to be powerful. So I had agreed to become a werewolf. The bite didn't change me into a werewolf like it should've. The bite either turns you into a werewolf, or it kills you. For me, it didn't do anything. I'm not a werewolf, but I think I'm something. I've gained some strange abilities ever since Derek bit me. Even though I wasn't a werewolf, Derek had let me stay in his pack. He tried to help me figure out what I was, but we never found out. Eventually, I realized how much of a douchebag Derek was so I left his pack to join Scott's. Scott, recently became an alpha and not just any alpha, a true alpha. A true alpha is a werewolf who acquires the alpha status by strength of character. They don't kill to become one. That was the type of alpha I wanted to follow, not some douchebag like Derek Hale.
Currently, I was helping my packmates relieve themselves of a darkness inside them. Not too long ago, shortly around the time that Scott became an alpha, there was a dark druid called a Darach. The Darach was sacrificing people to give itself more power. Scott, Stiles himself and Scott's ex-girlfriend, Allison temporarily sacrificed themselves to save their parents, which the Darach was holding hostage to sacrifice them. Ever since they 'sacrificed' themselves, they have felt a powerful darkness inside them and I want to help them deal with it. They've been helping me solve my mystery so I wanted to help them with theirs but there was a problem with helping them. For some reason, their darkness made me uncomfortable. I didn't know whether it was associated with my mysterious powers or if I was just being weird, but my body was trying to avoid their darkness and I wanted to figure out why.
After I was fully dressed once again, I decided to try and get Stiles up again.
"Stiles, come on. Remember, you said you would drop me off at home this morning so I could get ready for school." I reminded him. "If you don't get up, I'm going to push you off of the bed." I threatened. Suddenly, I began to feel very nervous. I knew I was picking it up from Stiles. Ever since the darkness filled them, I could pick up on their emotions and feelings. I was sensitive to Stiles, Scott and Allison's emotions. "Stiles…" I gently shook him. Stiles had been getting nightmares every night since sacrificing himself. Because of the nightmares, I had been staying the night with him. His dad knew I stayed over and he didn't mind because he knew about the darkness and the nightmares. Stiles began sobbing in his sleep. "Stiles!" I raised my voice. Stiles shot up, screaming. I rushed over to the bed, taking him into my arms. Stiles had tears streaming down his face as he continued to scream. 'Shh...Stiles! It's okay. You're okay!" He was trying to run away, but I kept holding him close. His arms flailed around, trying to grab at anything, almost like a baby in a grocery store. Stiles' father, the town Sheriff, ran into the room.
"Stiles!" His father shouted, running over to him. "Stiles, you're going to be okay!"
"Stiles!" We shouted as Stiles continued screaming.