Beacon Hills, California. It was a small town with many mysteries and was about to have another one added to the mix. Beacon Hills was my new home after I was run out of my old town in Chicago, Illinois. They knew my secret, and I had to run. I knew Beacon Hills welcomed a lot of mysteries if no trouble was caused, which I was going to avoid. I might've been a teenager, but I was alone. No parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, or anyone. I had been alone since I was bitten.
Now saying this, you might think werewolf, but no. In Chicago they had a different sort of shape shifter. They call them werecats in a book I once read, but I'm no werecat. My skin turns almost white when I transform, my claws way more deadly than a cat's and my eyes changed from dull green to a sharp, icy blue.
What am I? I am...the Teen Tiger.