Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf and its characters featured in this story, I only own Kameron and his family.

A/N: Hey guy's, welcome to my new story! After catching up and re-watching Teen Wolf, I decided to create an OC for my favorite female character! I'm a hardcore Stalia shipper, but I hated the way Stiles treated Malia after they broke up. Malia deserves to be with someone who will put her first. I love Stiles to death, but the way he broke up with Malia pissed me off. I'd appreciate it if you guys reviewed and let me know what you think of Kameron, the story, etc. The prologue starts in first person, that might change in the future. If you prefer it in first person or third person, let me know!

Kameron's P.O.V.

It's weird being here, back home in Beacon Hills. It's a lot more weird watching kids my age standing and talking in front of Beacon Hills High from the inside of my 2015 Chevy Camaro. This strange, mysterious and not-so-boring town never ceased to amaze me. Friendly faces, rumors of werewolves lurking about in the woods. I sure as hell didn't believe it, at least until 13 year old me got bit by one when I moved to Alberta, Canada 9 years ago. And like the other supernatural things out in this world, I was drawn back to this ghost town. I guess now I don't need to wonder how Beacon Hills got its name.

I never wanted to be one. Don't get me wrong, being a beta werewolf had its epic perks. But for the most part, it brought pain and misery in my life. I still wish that I could've "thanked" the Alpha who turned me, at least before he and the rest of his pack died.

That bite took away everything I've ever loved and left me with a major disappointment of a father. The only time he was ever half way decent was when my mom and brother Evan were still alive. My relationship with my dad had only gotten worse after they died. He coped by drowning himself in liquor, I coped by sneaking out at night and getting some fresh air. I had to look after myself most of the time and adjust to being a werewolf with ADHD.

My life didn't get any better after that, even after Child Protective Services put me in foster care and sent me back to America. I'd run away on full moons and shift in the woods, watch with disappointed eyes as I got rejected from different families. I'd try my best to control my urges and my anger, even when certain situations brought out the worst in me.

It was like that for a while, until I met another foster kid when I was 15 in Michigan. He told me that he was a bitten werewolf like me, that he could teach me self-control. He promised me that he'd be there for me, that we'd be like brothers. I should've known better, my gut told me to ignore him. But I didn't listen, and because of that one stupid mistake, I got conned into being captured by the fucking Desert Wolf.

She took me to an underground chamber in Huntington Woods and tortured me for 2 years. Her torture methods hurt like hell, but it all went by pretty fast. I didn't expect to escape the way I did, to be rescued by Chris Argent. I heard stories about him and his family during my time as a werewolf, and I was surprised that a well-known hunter like him cared enough to save me. He told me afterwards that despite the fact that I was a werewolf, I was also just a kid and saving and protecting me was what his daughter would have wanted.

I stuck with him for a while; he took care of me and taught me few things. I didn't expect him to be a decent guy, but he reminded me of what it was like to have my uncle Robb around when he'd visit from Ireland.

Someday, I plan on "thanking" the Desert Wolf for my high pain tolerance. But today, I'll make someone else's life a living hell. Today, karma gets to bite Theo Raeken in the ass.

Grabbing my black duffel bag, I get out of my sports car and approach the high school. I can't help but notice a group of seniors at the end of the hall way as I approach the office. Five teens, three girls and two guys. I recognized the strawberry blonde and the two guys' next to her from the neighborhood. All of their scents were the same for the most part, except for one. The scrawny dark haired teen smelled like an average human, but the girl he had his arms around caught my immediate attention.

She was prettier than most girls, short wavy dark brown hair with a pair of warm brown eyes. Her skin tone reminded me of the sandy floors of a beach, I could tell that she wasn't an average girl just by looking at her. Her scent was the most distinct aspect of her. It drove me near to insanity, reminding me of what it's like to be free from everything. Everything about her was alluring.

My main reason for coming back to Beacon Hills was to get payback, no matter how messy things got. But, maybe I could enjoy being back in my home town. Maybe I could find out why I'm the only werewolf that shifts and stays a wolf for the last week of every month.

"Let's see...we already have you in our records. Your classes were registered in as soon we got your enrollment forms. You have your first class in about 5 minutes..." Ms. Martin pauses as she glances at me, readjusting the glasses on her face.

She still seemed like the women I knew when I was little. The woman who'd wave at me when I rode my bike down the street of our neighborhood, the woman who'd give me more Halloween candy during trick or treating. Even her daughter Lydia seemed to have stayed the same. I wasn't really that close to her, but we used to have brief conversations when her family came over for barbecues.

She turns to me after closing my file, a gentle and concerned smile graces her features.

"How are you adjusting? I know it must feel strange, being back here after everything that's happened." She leans in front of her desk, her slightly wrinkled fingers clasp together.

I sit up more in my seat and give her a small smile. "I'm not gonna lie, being back home was a little weird for me at first. But I'm slowly getting used to being back. My dad's been pretty helpful; he renovated the basement for me. He figured it would be tough for me to sleep in my old room. Especially since that's where Evan used to spend most of his time..."

I can feel my throat close up as I think about my little brother. In an effort to hide my shaking hands, I bury them in my lap as I lean closer towards Ms. Martin's desk.

She leans in as she puts a comforting hand on my shoulder.

Clearing my throat, I look back up to meet Ms. Martin's eyes with another small smile. "Dad moved into an apartment a few blocks away from the neighborhood. The lease to the house has my name on it, so technically I own it. But he promised to check in every weekend and help with the mortgage; he said he'd even help pay the bill to my car."

Thanks to the worldwide news, the residence of Beacon Hills already knew about the unfortunate deaths of my mom and my brother. They knew about me being put into foster care, about my dad drowning himself in alcohol to cope. Ms. Martin and Mr. Stilinski were the ones who helped my dad get his shit together after CPS took me and he moved back to Beacon Hills.

Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by the bell; I could hear the fast paced shuffling of feet moving about in the halls.

I stand up, grabbing my duffel bag and my shamrock green leather jacket. Before I leave the office, Ms. Martin calls out to me, stopping any movements I made.

"If there's anything you need Kameron, don't hesitate to ask me or the Sheriff. Anything at all."

I look back at her from a sideways glance, plastering another fake smile on my face that doesn't reach my eyes.

"I appreciate the gesture Ms. Martin, I'll be sure to let you know if anything comes to mind."

My hands reach for the water bottle in my gym bag as I take a seat on a nearby log, admiring the view of the spacious woods surrounding me. I only had a few moments alone to myself before I had to catch up with the rest of the class and head back to school.

My school day has been going well so far, other than that god awful Calculus class. I hated math with a burning passion, the list that was given to me of upcoming class projects and quizzes made me want to poison myself with wolfs bane. Although, having the same class with that girl I noticed earlier made it bearable.

I found out that her name was Malia Tate when I was getting a feel for my surroundings and observing everyone from afar. I'd catch her glancing at me for brief moments when I wasn't looking, almost as if she was making sure that I didn't do anything stupid.

I knew that as soon as I walked in that I was basically exposing myself, letting anyone who had a heightened sense of smell know that I was just like them. But I knew that Scott wasn't gonna hurt me, he was the guy who'd asks questions first and shoot later, he probably wouldn't even shoot at all. He was the guy with a good heart, the True Alpha. A small part of me admired the fact that he became an Alpha without killing anyone.

The sound of a tree branch snapping caught my attention, I stand up and survey the area. After a few moments, I hear a femine growl and the next thing I know, a pair of strong hands shove me into a nearby tree.

I can't help the small smirk that creeps up on my face as her growls intensify, she glares at me with her heated cobalt blue eyes.

"What game are you playing at?" Her clawed hands shove me into the tree a little bit harder this time.

Her fierce attitude reminded me of her mother, the Desert Wolf. I heard before hand that she had a daughter, and I wasn't really surprised that Malia was her daughter when I put two and two together. If anything, I was curious. From what I've seen so far, Malia was different in terms of compassion, she was capable of caring about others. And I wanted to find out why.

"I'm not playing any games. I didn't even get the memo that there was a game going on, how do you play?" I laugh slightly as her sharp claws dig into my black tank top, grazing my chest.

"Do you think that I'm stupid? I know you're up to something."

"I don't think you're stupid, you were smart enough to read me. I get it, this is your way of sizing me up. A scare tactic. You're protecting your friends, I get that. I didn't come here to hurt anyone, I just wanted to come back to the place I was born in and reconnect with my old man." I could tell she was listening to my heart beat, making sure that I wasn't lying to her.

What I said wasn't a complete lie, I wanted to work on my relationship with my dad. He was trying so hard, and even though there was a small part of me that would always resent him, I still wanted him in my life.

After awhile of hardcore staring, Malia lets me go and I start making my way back to the school building.

I'm a few feet away from her when I call out and catch her off guard.

"This is an extremely biased opinion, but you are way out of Stiles' league!" I chuckle slightly as I break into a sprint, not giving her the chance to catch up to me. I can hear the vague jump in her heartbeat before I'm far away.

As I jog to my locker past the boys locker room, I pause as I voices from the locker room. I can overhear Theo talking to Scott and Stiles.

"I've been by myself this whole time. Everybody knows that lone wolves, they don't make it on their own. I swear that I'm that same kid from 4th grade...I was hoping you are too."

I laugh to myself, Theo was always the master manipulator.

"And what about Kameron? What does he want?" The tone in Stiles' voice reeks of suspicion, I expected nothing less of him. He was always the detective.

"I'm not sure, he told me that he came back to reconnect with his dad and finish school. I haven't known him for long, but I know that he's breaking down. He hasn't been with a pack since his first pack died, and he still can't control himself on a full moon. It doesn't make things better that he has ADHD. That's not a good combo." Theo pauses.

"Kameron needs all the help he can get."

The bell rings, signaling the next rotations of classes.

I decide to wait until Scott, Theo, and Stiles' leave the locker room before changing into my regular clothes.

After school, I followed Theo to the woods, driving my Buckshot XR2 dune buggy. His SUV was parked right by the bridge his sister died in. I parked my ride somewhere hidden, and climbed into tree a few feet away to eavesdrop on his conversation with Stiles.

It still amazed me how much of a manipulator Theo was, my bull shit detector was going off as soon I heard Theo speak. Whatever Theo is planning, it's not gonna be pretty. And hopefully, Stiles will be smart enough to not believe his bullshit story.

After his conversation with Stiles was finished, I sneak up to Theo as he moves back to his car. I stand a few feet away from him as I hear him laugh, I cross my arms over my chest as he turns around.

"I have to say, that was a pretty show you put on. Using the sympathy card, making Scott and his friends feel sorry for you. If you're ever interested in living a normal life, you should be a spokesperson." I take slow steps towards him, flexing my hands and exposing my claws.

He backs up a little bit, raising his hands up as he gives me a faint smirk. "Hey, look man, that whole "selling you out to the Desert Wolf" thing was just a little hazing. I knew you could handle it, and you did. So what do you say we put the past behind us?"

His lame ass excuse makes me shake my head, I growl at him as he sighs.

"I wasn't going to say anything to you about this yet, but I have a plan for Scott and his pack. I can take them out, we can take them out."

I pause in my steps as stare at him in confusion. After a few moments, I start laughing uncontrollably. I have to hold my stomach as my laughter intensifies, Theo gives me an incredulous look as I try to calm down.

I clear my throat before speaking again. "Y'know, I thought you were just an emotionless psychopath. Now, I just think you're a dumbass." I pause as he glares at me.

"Are you that blinded from your thirst for power that you can't see how stupid this plan is? Scott is the True Alpha, his pack is full of different supernatural beings. Two werewolves, one being a werecoyote. A banshee, a kitsune, he even has Stiles for fucks sakes! If he couldn't be defeated by Deucalion, Kate Argent, and Peter Hale: what makes you think that you could be the one? You're a science experiment Theo! A lab rat."

"Rules change Kameron. Scott's not gonna let me in his pack, especially if he's influenced by Stiles. That's where you come in, get close to Scott and Malia as I tear them apart from the inside."

He still had that smug smirk on his face, I wanted to beat it off of him. "You forgot to elaborate on why I should do this."

He shoves his hands in his pockets, nodding his head. "There's this mythological creature called the Faoladh. It comes from Ireland, its big and furry. Sharp claws and fangs, shifts on a full moon. You get where I'm going with this?" He laughs before continuing.

"The Dread Doctors know all about it, including the important details they leave out on the Internet and in the books. The week long trip as a wolf every month, the glowing blue eyes with hints of green. I can help you figure everything out, that is, if you help me out."

"Y'know, I think I might just keep to myself while I'm here. I've been doing just fine on my own, if Scott wants to help me on his own than that's fine. But as for the deal, I learned my lesson on trusting shitbags like you. And I've decided to hold off on making your life a living hell. Scott and his friends are gonna miss up your master plan, and then I'll come in for the kill after they're finished."

I turn my back and walk back to my ride. I knew that Theo wasn't going to give up without a bloody brawl. And when that time comes, I'll be ready for one.

A/N: Just an FYI, this story takes place in S5 starting with episode 2, and continues on in S6. Below is a small bio I whipped up for Kameron. His werewolf backstory is based on a folklore tale called "The Wolves of Ossory".

Name: Kameron O'Connor

Played By: Kellan Lutz

Age:19 (Birthday's in July)

Height: 6'2

Weight: 165Ib

Skin Color: Light Tan

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Hair Style: Curly top with layered sides

Eye Color: Blue

Body Type: Lean/Bulky

Ethnicity: 30% Irish, 25% American, 30% Italian, and 15% Mexican

Personality Traits: Stubborn, Somewhat Introverted, Goofy, Hyper, Passionate, Outspoken, Easily Angered and Annoyed

Hobbies: Lacrosse, Racing, Swimming, Track, Clubbing, Concerts, Music Festivals, Parkour, Free Running, Video Games, Drawing

Tattoo's: Triskellion with a triangle in the middle and 3 dots on the outside (Back of the neck), Large claw mark, ripped flesh (Left Bicep), the O'Connor Family sigil with surrounding Celtic knots (Right Arm, Full sleeve) which is shown in the sequel.

Favorite Music Genre's: Rap, Alternative, Rock n' Roll, EDM, Indie Pop and Rock