Chapter 1: Holy darkness (got a hold on me)

Lynn watched in horror as the giant werewolf bit into her classmate's hip.

As soon as she had heard the howling and caught the scent of human blood, Lynn had quit her hunt and scampered up into the trees, instinct taking over completely as she hid. It had been bad enough when a cop had almost come across her feeding on the doe she had caught that night, and now some other creature was there, intruding during her hunt?

And that was when she saw him.

She was too far to see clearly at first, only being able to make out a figure in a red hoodie. A growl had rumbled through the clearing, alerting every creature in the area that a predator was near, including Lynn and the unfortunate person who was standing out in the open, easy pickings for the other creature of the night that was out there with them. Then they slowly turned, and in the moonlight, a familiar uneven jaw was revealed, and Lynn knew the potential prey was none other than Scott McCall.

Then, somewhere from the left, a giant wolf-like creature howled and bounded towards the defenceless teen. It leapt on top of him and bit Scott faster than Lynn could say 'Wolfsbane'.

Lynn winced at Scott's screams and was ready to climb down and help him. The last thing she wanted was to see some innocent guy get killed.

But then it let him go.

Scott managed to get away and scramble to his feet. He turned and began to run for his life, but the werewolf did not pursue. It waited two seconds before it turned and bounded off the way it came, not noticing that Lynn had witnessed the whole event as it disappeared into the darkness.

It must have been an Alpha who was looking to turn someone, Lynn realised. She could see no other reason as to why else the beast would bite the teen then turn the other way.

That . . . That wasn't good. Lynn looked to where Scott ran. He was headed towards the road. She leapt from tree to tree until she reached the treeline. It had just begun to rain when she found Scott in the middle of it, examining the bite on his side.

He was injured, but unless his body began to reject the bite immediately he would be fine.

A werewolf, but fine.

Lynn felt like she should do something. Go over and see if he was alright, explain what the hell had just happened to him, or offer him a ride home. But she could not as she risked exposing herself. He had already been scared out his mind by the werewolf, but a girl with black eyes, fangs and a serpentine tongue might cause a fainting spell. Not to mention that her entire front, from her chin to her navel, was splattered with blood. Lynn had always been a messy eater.

Her mother would be so disappointed.

Scott began to make his way down the road, and Lynn took this as a sign that he would be alright. But a teen, unknowingly bitten a changed by a werewolf? That could pose problems.

Lynn did not like it, but it seemed she was going to have to keep an eye on Scott McCall.

" . . . there indeed was a body found in the woods last night. And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened . . ."

Lynn's head snapped up in attention as her English teacher described the situation. A body. That explained why she could smell human blood before Scott was even bit, and why there was a cop out in the woods. The girl prayed she did not drop anything that could identify her in the wounds, especially if she had been close to the body. That also meant she could not hunt in her usual spots until the murderer was found.

A murderer . . .

Her eyes darted over to Scott who sat two desks away and was performing some type of non-verbal communication with his best friend, Stiles, who sat as at the back of the classroom.

Lynn had been relieved to see Scott standing in front of the school that morning. He seemed perfectly fine, which meant he must be undergoing the change. The Alpha who bit him, however, was obviously deranged if he thought it was OK to go around giving the bite to people without out their consent. He might have also been responsible for the dead body in the woods, which posed more problems for Lynn considering she was trying to keep herself hidden. The last thing she needed was any hunters to come to town because of suspicious supernatural activity.

Lynn was pulled away from her thoughts when the vice principal entered the classroom with a girl shuffling through the door with him.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." He introduced, and the new girl gave the class a small smile.

Allison was lovely to look at. Her features were sharp and aristocratic, but there was a calming type of softness in her smile, and her brown hair fell in perfect Taylor Swift-style waves. But it was her last name that caused Lynn to think. Argent. That name sounded so familiar, but Lynn could not place where she had heard it before. Something in her gut, however, told her it was important.

It looked like Lynn was going to keep an eye on two of her classmates now.

"Hey, have you noticed Lynn keeps staring at you?" Stiles said casually, head bowed down towards the lunch table as if that would help avoid eye contact with the girl.

Scott looked at the lunch table Lynn usually sat at. Her eyes were not focused on them but a book in her hands. Every so often one hand would drift away from the book to reach for some food from the lunch tray in front of her.

Scott turned back to Stiles, unimpressed. "Dude, what are you talking about?"

"Dude I swear she was looking at you, like, two seconds ago," Stiles defended. "Plus in English, she kept looking back at you while you were working."

Scott's eyes widened slightly in panic. "Do you think she knows about last night? How I found the—"

"What? No, how could she know about that?" Stiles shook his head. "Dude, I meant that she might have a crush on you."

Scott reeled back and stared at the girl and Stiles laughed at his astonished face.

They were not really friends, but Scott and Stiles had known Lynn since she moved to Beacon Hills from Australia back when they were in the eighth grade. She was kind, usually kept to herself, and the only person that they had seen her hang out with for extended periods of time was Danny Mehealani. The most notable thing she had ever done was on the second week after she started going to school with them when she punched Jackson square in the face for making fun of her weight.

Stiles could remember the incident like it was yesterday. What Lynn had said after she knocked Jackson down really stuck with him. She was absolutely terrifying, and all her anger made her Aussie accent stronger, which just added to the brilliance of the moment.

"I know I'm fat ya dumbfuck, but to try and use it against me is a really scummy thing to do. Do you get off on making others feel bad about themselves? Do ya, mate? I'm sick of ya shitty, uppity attitude. I swear to God if I hear you making fun of my looks or someone else's after this, you're gonna get something worse than punch, I promise you that."

Bless that potty mouth of hers. Of course, despite her obvious victory over Jackson, siding with Lynn against Jackson meant siding against Lydia, which was basically social suicide. So, there was a reason she did not have friends besides her reclusive nature, and there was a rumour flying around that the only reason she was friends with Danny was to get at Jackson, but otherwise, she was a nice person.

While Jackson tended to ignore the girl after everything that had happened, Lydia was still very open with her dislike of Lynn. Stiles' thought Lydia was still upset that Lynn had handed Jackson's ass to him in front of what must have been at least two-thirds of the school. It would have been embarrassing as hell, to say the least. She still sneered at her in the hallway and made snide comments if Lynn was close by. None of it seemed to phase her, which always seemed to infuriate Lydia more.

Lynn just seemed really comfortable being herself, something Stiles admired. She was one of those girls who did not have to try. She did not care for the opinions of others or high school politics.

Plus, she was hot.

Lynn did not put a lot of effort into her looks, which seemed to work out fine for her. She was light skinned and had black hair, which she always kept in a long bob that she parted on the right. Her lips were always stained a soft red. She had freckles right under eyes and on her small nose. Her round face matched her round eyes, which were a deep brown, not as dark as Scott's but not as light as Stiles' own amber eyes.

She usually dressed in fandom-related clothing, which Stiles' appreciated. Like today, she wore a green t-shirt under a denim jacket that read "Burdened With Glorious Purpose", which fitted tightly around her very . . . very ample chest. And she usually completed her outfits with high waisted jeans or tights that hugged her shapely hips and thick legs.

Stiles felt his face heat up a little just thinking about her thighs.

"Dude, what are you thinking?" Scott groaned when he recognised his friend's glazed expression. "Let me guess, deciding whether or not you should give up on Lydia?"

"C'mon Scott, I'm a loyal guy, Lydia's the only one for me," Stiles explained and gestured over to the girl who became the focus of their conversation. "But that doesn't erase the fact that Lynn is super hot, and if she's into you man, I say go for it."

Scott shrugged. "She's pretty cool, but I don't like her like that."

Stiles nodded then replied teasingly. "Yeah, a relationship probably wouldn't even work between you guys. She's way outta your league."

Scott scoffed. "You, of all people, are not allowed to lecture me on trying to date a girl that's outta my league."

"Hey! Lydia may be—oh, she's gone." Stiles said when spotted Lynn's now empty seat.

"Hey guys."

The boys nearly jumped out of their seats when Lynn appeared, standing by their lunch table with her bag slung over her shoulder and her lunch tray in her hands.

"Whoa, where did you—" Stiles looked the girl up and down. "Is pulling a Batman a habit of yours?"

"Last time I checked, pulling a Batman meant disappearing before anyone notices, not the opposite." Lynn shot back with a small smile and tilted her head towards where she was previously sitting. "Unless you've been watching me?"

Stiles gave her a dry look. "Hard not to when you've been staring at Scotty boy over here all day."

"Dude!"

Lynn just giggled and slid into the seat across from them. "You noticed that huh? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

It was then Stiles realised how tired Lynn looked. She was wearing a light layer of concealer under her eyes, which was not enough to cover the deep purple that came through.

"It's just that, I was really curious about something." The girl explained, addressing Scott directly. "This morning I saw you showing off this huge bandage to Stiles, and I was just wondering if you were OK?"

Scott blinked and stuttered, unsure of what to say.

"Sorry! I don't mean to pry." Lynn said, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment. "There's just all this talk of a murderer on the loose and, well, I guess my paranoia is dialled to ten and I was a little worried."

Scott pointed to himself. "About me? Getting hurt?"

Lynn nodded shyly. "Yeah."

Stiles rolled his eyes at the both of them and made faux gagging noises as the two continued to gaze at each other.

Lynn snorted dismissively but kept her attention on Scott. "I won't ask what happened, but you are ok, right?"

Scott bowed his head. "Yeah, I'm fine, my side just looks a lot worse than it actually is."

Lynn's eyes trailed down Scott's body slowly before she glanced back up with a charming smile. "Good. I won't keep you, let me get out of your hair."

"Don't even worry about it," Scott reassured and gestured to Stiles. "We have to leave soon anyway, lacrosse practice."

"Lacrosse? Huh, I'm not busy, I might stop by and watch you practice," Lynn decided and stood up from the table and waved goodbye. "See you."

The teens watched her disappear into the corridor. As soon as she was out their line of sight, Scott's body relaxed.

"That was . . . weird."

Stiles chewed on his thumbnail, his expression pinched in suspicion. "I take it back. That was some bullshit, Scott."

Scott gave Stiles his usual lost expression. "What?"

"I'm saying that Lynn's not as good a liar as she thinks she is." Stiles grabbed his friend by the shoulder. "Did you not see was she was doing?"

"Uh, she came over to see if I was ok?" Scott described, unsure of his friend's train of thought.

"That's the thing, why would she do that? You guys aren't close, and she kept saying she didn't wanna get all up in your business, but she came over anyway."

Scott sighed. "I'm starting to think Lynn isn't the only one who's paranoid."

"Look, dude, there was something about her. The way she spoke, it was like . . ."

"Like?"

Stiles stayed silent for a moment before he responded. "Like she knew something about you, something that even you don't know about yourself."

Scott did not want to admit how much that statement frightened him. "What, what would she—"

"I don't know," Stiles interrupted and turned away from his friend to gaze at the door Lynn had exited through. "But I'm going to find out."

AN: There we go! I hope you guys like it. I'm not even sure what I'll be doing with this story, mainly it's to help me get over a writing slump I've been in the last few years. If there are some who are interested in this story, I'll probably continue it.

Until next time!

Chapter title: Lyrics from Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron