Hello TW lovers! As we are all sadly aware, the series ended a couple months ago and I have been seriously lost without it, so I decided to publish this pic that I've been thinking about for awhile. I know a lot of people do OC stories, but I really think this one will be unique. So please take a read and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
Leaves crunched as a figure moved through the woods at a swift pace, carrying a backpack and panting wildly as it made it's way through the underbrush. Four paws hitting the ground in a synchronized beat as it got closer to its destination.
As it reached a clearing, a bright beam of moonlight shone onto the creature, revealing it to be a large silver wolf, eyes a glowing light blue. On the other side of the clearing, was what used to be a large house, but now looked like it had burned down and the entire roof had been ripped off, the smell of ash still lingering in the air.
For a moment, the wolf seemed to shrink in on itself, before shifting into an upright position, fur disappearing to reveal light, pink skin underneath. Bones creaked, changing shape and growing up, the animal taking a bipedal form and revealing itself to be a teenage girl.
"This must be it." The girl, possibly sixteen and standing about five foot three, spoke softly to herself. "Laura said she had something else to take care of before getting here" She sighed, running a hand through her dark blonde hair and inspecting the place. "Let's just hope it doesn't take too long, this place doesn't really give off warm and fuzzy vibes."
At least then I'll be able to get answers as to why my pack was mercilessly slaughtered, She thought to herself, picking up her bag and making her way into the condemned building.
Welcome to Beacon Hills, Shiloh.
A week had gone by and Laura had not shown up, calling Shiloh from a burner phone and telling her she would be a while longer; and, that Shiloh should register at Beacon Hills High School as to keep up an image, and not attract attention since teens her age were required by law to attend school.
Shiloh was not thrilled in the slightest, but nonetheless forged Laura's signature on the school forms, claiming that the women was her aunt.
Her first day at Beacon Hills High was definitely interesting, to say the least.
Since her visit to the town was not planned, she started school a couple weeks into February, meaning that they had just started their second semester and she hadn't missed much in terms of school work.
On the other hand, being the new girl was something she despised deeply. Shiloh wanted to keep a low profile and showing up mid school year wasn't the greatest way to do that. It didn't matter, though, once she got answers she would be gone.
In retrospect, maybe unknowingly befriending the Queen Bee of the school was not the greatest way to do that, and pissing off the star of the lacrosse team who happened to be said girl's boyfriend had not been the smartest idea either.
She'd met Lydia in their chemistry class, where the strawberry blonde had insulted her outfit choice, claiming her jacket was last season. The werewolf had honestly not cared until the boy behind them had snorted, and made a snide comment about the girl being a bitch.
Then, Shiloh had promptly mixed together a few chemicals that she was not supposed to and placed them on the desk, where the confused boy had picked it up to examine it and ended up in an explosion of colors. He was sent to the nurses office with no physical injuries, but a damaged ego.
Greenberg hadn't bothered her after that.
"Thanks." Lydia murmured, a half smile formed on her glossed lips. "I'm Lydia."
"Shiloh," The girl smirked in return, holding out her hand and watching Lydia eye it in concern before daintily shaking it, "and don't mention it, it was my pleasure."
Their introduction was cut short as the teacher, Mr Harris, cleared his throat. "Ms. Grant, principals office, now."
Meeting his glare, Shiloh stood calmly before sliding the strap of her bag over her shoulder, "Well, that's my cue." She received a small wave from her lab partner before she left for the office.
She'd received one week's worth of detention before being sent to her next class and at lunch, she was invited to sit with Lydia, her boyfriend and a bunch of students. Her plans of laying low dying when she realized she wouldn't be able to keep up the loner act.
Unfortunately, the werewolf had made the mistake of insulting Jackson, Lydia's boyfriend after she laughed when he'd introduced him as the star of the lacrosse team. He had then informed her how important lacrosse was and she replied that it was just a soccer with sticks.
They argued for a while, before Lydia pushed herself between them and started chatting to Shiloh about all the ins and outs of Beacon Hills, the girl listening intently due to the fact that this info was actually helpful.
The semester droned on, and Shiloh had cemented herself as an important person at the school after the first week and Lydia had proclaimed they were best friends. As it turned out Lydia was not the airhead she pretended to be and was actually incredibly smart besides the fact that she was dating an asshole.
Soon, school was out and Laura still hadn't called. Shiloh was getting worried and spent most the summer distracting herself by hanging out with Lydia and doing lots of shopping to 'improve her wardrobe; as the other girl had put it, and annoying the hell out of Jackson.
Two days before school was supposed to start back up again, Shiloh received a text from an unknown number.
Be there tonight. Derek's coming too.
-L
It could only be one person.
Laura.
Shiloh's chest was filled with equal amounts of elation and dread. On one hand, she was finally going to get some answers, but on the other, what was she supposed to do once she got them? How was she going to come to terms with the massacre of her pack?
Also, she wasn't looking forward to seeing the alpha's younger brother, who the single time they met, had been rude and abrasive. Shiloh hadn't taken that well and had returned all his snide comments with ones of her own. If not for his sister, they might have torn each other apart, literally.
It didn't matter though, because Laura never showed up.
Shiloh had started searching for the alpha as soon as she realized she wasn't going to show up. Laura being late was not something that she was known for, so it was understandable that the young omega was worried.
Before she could even pick a direction, a terrible noise echoed around the forest, rattling her bones. It was coming from her left and a twinge in her gut told her that it had something to do with Laura, so without thinking it through, she took off in the direction it had come from.
Her eyesight turned red as her face and hands shifted, her breath coming out in gasps as she ran as fast as she could.
The scene that greeted her was not what she had expected.
A giant, snarling beast was hovering over something, its form lupine in shape, but that was where the similarities ended. It was covered in long stringy hair, skin looking like it had a serious case of mange. Instead of standing on all fours, it had more of a bipedal stance with its back hunched over.
Shiloh immediately took a step back but it was too late. The thing had already heard her. Its head whipped around, glowing red eyes meeting hers and lips pulled up in a snarl. The color of it's eyes revealing it to be an alpha.
It had to be some kind of werewolf, one that Shiloh had never seen before. The awful noise sounded again and she realized that it had come from the creature in front of her, the beast howling.
Were there more? Shiloh didn't think so because there were only two scents in the air besides her own.
Laura and the monster in front of her.
The alpha took a menacing step toward her, the blood on it's fangs glistening in the moonlight, sticks crunching under it's massive weight, but that wasn't what caused Shiloh to let out a scream of terror.
It was the top half of a body she could finally see lying by the creature's feet.
It was Laura.
The sight was so grotesque that Shiloh had doubled over, the contents of her stomach spewing up and splashing against the ground. The creature snarled once more and readied itself to leap before its head turned to the left and it let out a growl of frustration.
Shiloh met its eyes once more before the werewolf took of and left her alone with the body, well half the body.
Now that she had nothing left to expel from her stomach, the girl took a couple shaky steps forward before collapsing next to Laura, the only person who wanted to help her after he pack was killed, the only one who could give her answers.
She was reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes when something hit her head on, large hands wrapping around her throat.
"What did you do?" A gruff voice demanded harshly, the grip around her neck tightening with each word, nails cutting into her skin.
"N-nothing!" Shiloh gasped, struggling to pull the hands off of her, "Derek! Let go!"
It wasn't her pleas that got Derek to stop, it was the scent that drifted through his nose, "Who else was here?"
"I don't know! I heard it howl and I came to check it out!" She sat up as soon as the older werewolf had released her, gasping. "It had already k-," The girl couldn't bring herself to say 'kill', instead choosing to go with, "It was huge Derek! I've never seen anything like it! It was a werewolf, an alpha!"
The pain in Derek's eyes morphed to anger and confusion as he looked up to meet her gaze, "Which way did it go?"
"Derek, you can't-,"
"Just tell me which way and get the hell back to the house," He cut her off, his huge form looming over hers, "I can't have you getting in the way."
"But, Derek, you didn't see it!"
All his patience gone, the man grabbed Shiloh by the shoulders, shaking her roughly, "Shiloh! Which way?"
"East." She breathes, her shock preventing her from fighting him, "Towards the road."
Immediately, he released her, letting her drop to the ground and sparing her one last, "Go," before taking off in the direction she'd told him. Shiloh stood shakily, meeting Laura's unseeing eyes one last time before turning around and heading back to the desolate Hale house.
She had lost both the only person who cared about her and the only one who knew the answer to who killed her pack and why. The only thing Shiloh remembered from that night was the blonde women who had pointed a gun at her head.
Hours later, Derek returned to the Hale house, interrogated her for all the information she had, before storming off once more in search of the creature.
Before, the only thing keeping here in Beacon Hills was her quest for answers, but now she needed to figure out who the alpha was and avenge Laura.
Things quickly went from bad to worse.
Since Derek was too busy chasing the thing that had killed his sister, and Shiloh had barely moved from the mattress she had been sleeping on in one of the only intact rooms in the house, neither of them had thought to move the body.
So it came to no surprise that a couple of joggers had come across it the next afternoon, calling the police and starting a search because the had only stumbled upon half.
The lower half.
To be frank, Derek's perpetual sour mood intensified when he explained the situation to Shiloh, implying that she should have made herself useful and taken care of it.
"What did you expect me to do, Derek?" Her voice raised with every word, hands clenched on the stair railing, feeling it splinter beneath her supernatural strength. "Add another tally to the amount of bodies I've buried in the past year? She was your sister!"
He refused to meet her eyes, instead choosing to glare at the wall behind her head, "I just thought since you claimed you were sticking around you would try to help."
"If you would let me help you track the alpha, then maybe I could actually help." Shiloh argued, before adding, "Plus, school starts tomorrow and unfortunately, I have to keep up an appearance. We can't all go gallivanting around the forest at all hours of the night chasing dangerous creatures." She lowered her voice when his glare turned into more of a grimace, "Look, I know we don't get along, but I will help you if you let me, Derek. I cared about her too, you know."
It's silent for a moment as Derek contemplated her words, "Fine," He sighed out, forcefully, "but you do what I tell you, alright?"
"I don't think that's going to work, sour puss." The girl smirked, remembering their track record when working together, "No offense, but you're probably going to need to develop some team building skills before we take down the Alpha."
He doesn't answer, deciding to remain silent and use his sharp glare to speak for him, making it very clear he was not amused by her joke.
Shiloh shrugged as she trudged back up the stairs, knowing very well tomorrow was going to be rough due to both, the fresh grief from Laura's death and dealing with Jackson when he acted like an ass because of lacrosse tryouts.
"Shiloh," She paused at the top of the staircase when Derek called her, turning her head to the side even though she could have heard him anywhere in the house. "Keep an eye out in school, tomorrow, and if you hear anything, tell me as soon as possible."
"Aye, aye, captain!" Rolling her eyes and mock saluting him before continuing to bed, knowing full well she wasn't going to be taking orders from anyone. She had no alpha and no pack, so she wasn't required to follow anyones rules.
She made her own.
