Welcome to my first ever Fanfiction! Hopefully this will turn out decent. But don't go easy on me just cause I'm new to this! Feel free to leave constructive critisism, as it will only help me get better! You can skip the rest of this AN, if you wish. On with the story!

By the way, if any of you are Maximum Ride fans, you'll notice some similarities (just the name and wolf-ness) of my OC with a certain villian from the book. I totally did not intend for that to happen, sorry! I assure you they are two totally different characters, so ignore that. Also, I'm new to the whole 'spacing of stories' thing. If it looks wrong and awkward, please let me know how to improve that. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, any of it's characters, or anything you recognize. My OC belongs to me, though.

*Flashback, 5 weeks ago*

The piercing sound of a wolf's howl echoed through my ears, coming from no more than a mile away. Extremely close.

Too close.

Laura Hale grabbed me by the wrist, dragging me into the Hale's old, worn-down house. She rushed me up the stairs, leading me down the hallway until we reached a door that was rotting away. She roughly pushed it open, grabbing a dusty old blanket that was lazily spread across a beat-up bed with the springs sticking out.

"Was that the Alpha? Crap, crap, CRAP! This is not good. What are you doing? I-" She cut off my annoying ramble.

"Sweetie, this isn't the time. I want you to listen closely." She said, staring at me with her hazel eyes, practically growling her words to express the urgency her tone held.I nodded, swallowing a lump that was forming in my throat, my eyebrows furrowed with worry. She looked me directly in the eye as she spoke.

"Wrap yourself up in this blanket." She demanded, quickly handing me the old quilt, covered in dust and spider webs. I did as told, wrapping it all around me until only my eyes were visible. It smelled awful, but I ignored it.

"See this bed? You need to hide under it. Stay put, don't move, don't talk, don't even breathe too loudly, alright?" She said, rushed. I nodded, quickly dropping to my hands and knees and crawling under the bed, making sure the blanket was completely covering me.

"Stay. If I don't return in an hour, Derek will come get you. Just relax, don't worry about us. Just stay there, and you'll be safe. I promise." She assured.

"Who's Derek?" I asked softly.

"My brother. You probably met him when you were little. You can trust him, he'll take care of you if I'm not around. Just don't test his temper." Laura explained, giving a slight laugh which I could tell was forced. She began walking slowly towards the door.

"Don't worry, little wolf." She told me, using the name she had called me since I was little.

"Be careful, Laura." I said quietly, my voice slightly muffled, but she heard with her werewolf hearing.

"Everything will be alright. Goodbye, Ari." She said.

I peeked out slightly from under the blanket, only to see her bare ankles transform into her wolf form. With one jump, she was out of the room, the door creaking shut behind her. I heard her roar with anger, before the sound of the slamming front door registered in my ears. I waited there, occasionally hearing a howl here and there in the distance, but I couldn't tell who it was coming from.

I just hoped and prayed that Laura, and whoever else was fighting against the Alpha, would survive.

Almost an hour and a half later, there was still no sign of Laura or her brother. It had been dead silent for at least 45 minutes. I slowly moved the blanket off of myself, crawling out from under the bed. I looked around and listened. The only thing I heard were crickets, chirping faintly every so often out in the night air. I silently walked over to the window, peering out.

Nothing.

It appeared to be clear, though it was raining slightly. I couldn't stand waiting here any longer, with my mind wondering what exactly had happened to her. I really hoped she was alright. Her brother, too.

I made my way downstairs and out the front door, looking around, scanning all over and as far as I could see into the darkness of the woods.

Again, nothing.

"Laura? ...Laura?" I called quietly. "Derek?" I whispered softly.

No response.

I walked into the woods, leaves crunching loudly under my sneakers, but that couldn't be helped. I just kept walking, deeper and deeper, occasionally whispering their names.

Where were they? Had the Alpha killed them both? I started to panic.

Suddenly, I heard a crunch of leaves, and something quickly ran passed me. I caught a glimpse of red eyes glowing in the dark, before they vanished. That was enough to make me freeze in my tracks. I was so pathetic and weak, acting like a scared little pig, making easy prey for the big bad wolf. I was so ashamed of myself.

But oh, how I wished this was just a children's story. Too bad it was reality. Cold, hard reality, I thought bitterly.

The Alpha. It was here for me. I was going to die. Right here, and right now, and nobody would hear me scream or come to my rescue, because Laura, and Derek?

They were dead. I just knew it.

Don't get me wrong, here. It's not like I was some useless little damsel in distress. No way, never.

It's just that I had no chance against the Alpha, it was way too powerful, especially for a 16 year old Beta-wolf-girl. I was hardly trained, my parents had taught me to hide my werewolf 'powers' or whatever, after we moved away. I only transformed out of anger, or when I couldn't help myself. I was bad at controlling it. So even then I stood no match.

That meant I was doomed. That this was the end. I had gotten myself into this crap by walking out of the dang house. Why didn't I just stay put? Gosh, I'm an idiot.

This is just lovely.

I let out a deep breath, continuing my walk. No turning back now. There was no way I was going to die a coward. I had to face my fears. I hoped my parents went out the way I was going to. Staring death straight in the eye, showing no signs of fear even though you were screaming on the inside. That was the way I wanted to die, and knowing me (and my obvious stupidity), I'd probably get my wishes.

Suddenly, something wet seeped through my thin white sneakers, soaking the fabric right through to my foot. I looked down, my eyes widening. Laying there, right there in front of me, was Laura's dead body.

Half eaten.