(I don't own Teen Wolf or any of its characters, plot lines, etc... Skylar, Adrian and any other members of the Bates family are mine :P )

Thanks for reading... the first few chapters will probably be short since I want to get a feel for writing this.

I never understood my mother. She and I never really had much of a relationship in all honesty. The only person in my family I was close to was my brother Adrian. Adrian is my twin, though he likes to remind me that technically he is older. By exactly one minute and thirty seconds. But that's beside the point. I was talking about my mother. When my mother met my father she says they fell in love at first sight, cliché right? I know. What isn't so cliché about it is that she had unintentionally and unknowingly fell head-over-heels in love with an honest-to-goodness werewolf. Yep, you heard me right ladies and gentlemen, a werewolf. Not long after they met and fell irrationally in love she got pregnant, lucky them right? She was only eighteen at the time and her parents threw her out, and she was forced to try to build a life with my father. Seven months later Adrian and I were born (I'll spare you the gory details though. You can thank me later.) Ten peaceful years went by and we were a happy family, Adrian and I worshipped my father's every move and he worshipped my mother. Everything was perfect… for a time. Then everything changed when our father left us. I suppose "Left" isn't the right word though. He was out with a friend and when they were driving home it was raining badly and another driver lost control of his car and rammed both cars off a bridge. We were all broken hearted, and dealing with two twin werewolf children was stressful for mom to begin with, and it gets even worse when they have just lost a father. Seven years and our family has never been the same. We don't talk to our mother as much now, Adrian and I take care of ourselves, and when we do talk to our mother it is usually to argue. On the bright side my grandparents are now somewhat involved in our lives.

Lately our arguments have mainly been about mom's seemingly random idea to move us to a little town for no reason when we lived in the incredible New York City. Beacon Hills, California. The town was small, some might even use the word tiny and literally nothing happened here. Nothing. At all. Oh, except a random spur of violent murders and animal attacks. Yeah. There's that. When Adrian and I found out about our mother's spur of the moment decision we were quite honestly horrified. We were city kids not to say we were stuck rich kids, 'Cause we weren't. When you live in a city like New York for literally as long as you can remember it becomes a part of you, of how you live and how you define yourself. Anyways we didn't get much of a choice and now here we are. Tomorrow is the first day of school. Yippee for me.

Comments and criticism are appreciated... be nice please~

-Emily