I was walking down a small, barely lit road, my shirt torn in several places, blood dripping lightly from my side and my head, my small bag that held my personal possessions clinging onto my small frame, but still not wanting any help from anyone.

Barely able to keep my eyes open, I looked up and saw a 'Beacon Hills' sign. Oh great, just what I need.

To make matters worse, my legs were getting weaker with every step I took and almost fell just as someone pulled up behind me and jumped out of their vehicle.

"Hey! Young lady, you alright?" A mans voice said. I had just enough energy to look back and see it was a Beacon Hills police truck.

My legs fully gave out and the guy went to his truck, I heard him calling for an ambulance and telling them the location, soon after he was done he came and knelt down beside me.

"An ambulance is on it's way. Where are you injured?" The police man asked. Through blurred eyes, I saw a guy who looked fairly young with dark hair and very green eyes.

I could, with just enough energy, bring my right hand up to my side, my head, and to my other arm.

"Alright," The dark-haired guy said as he was looking at the left side of my head, "can you tell me why you're out wondering so late at night?"

He started tending to my left arm, lightly tapping my elbow (which felt sore, not broken or displaced in any odd way), then my wrist (on the first tap I winced and he stopped straight away)

"You're not going to talk, are you?" He asked, and as if in response I coughed, which we both figured wasn't good, mainly because I tasted blood in my mouth and he probably saw the blood trailing from my lips.

Everything went dark and the last thing I heard was the sound of wailing sirens that weren't too far off.

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When I opened my eyes I immediately saw the sleeping figure of my older brother Stiles, who was also lightly grasping my cold hand.

I heard voices from the hall, I recognized all but one.

"We may have to keep her here for another night or two, Sheriff. Just to see if she is stable enough to go home." The unknown voice said to my dad, the Sheriff.

"Alright, thanks doc." Once my dad said that, I heard footsteps retreating, "Deputy, did she tell you anything?"

"I'm sorry, Sheriff, but no. She didn't talk. It was exactly like in the report." The deputy said. I just remember him as the guy who got an ambulance for me. I guess I should thank him for that whenever I see him next.

"Okay. You're free to go home for the evening." Evening? How long have I been sleeping?

After what I assume was the deputy leaving, my dad started talking to Melissa McCall, but they were whispering so I had to tune in my hearing to listen.

"When you checked on McKenna's injuries, was there anything.. odd?"

"You mean 'odd' as in supernatural or anything of the sort right?" I'm assuming my dad nodded or made some other gesture that meant 'yes' because Melissa continued, "The cuts on her side and her head were trying to heal, but for weird reasons that I don't know about, the cuts and her wrist wouldn't heal, and blood kept dripping from the cuts."

"Do you think Scott will know anything about this?"

"I'm not sure, but if he doesn't, he might know someone who does."

"How long do you think McKenna will be here?"

"Well she got here petty late last night, in-and-out of consciousness, a lot of blood loss, dehydrated. Maybe Friday or Saturday at the latest. But she should be waking up soon if you want to see her, ask her what happened. Just don't stress her out, she needs her rest."

I heard two steps of feet getting closer so I acted as if I just woke up.

My dad walked in right after and I just smiled and sheepishly said, "Hi, dad."

I woke up early Monday morning the sun could be seen shining through my curtains. I got out of the hospital Saturday, and let me tell you FOUR days in the hospital was not fun, and to make things worse I have to do tutoring, oh and the only person able to tutor was Garret.

What an annoying blonde monstrosity he is. So from today on-ward: tutoring sessions with Garret during lunch on and Wednesdays and Fridays, and after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Lucky me.

After thinking about my hellion of a classmate and how to avoid the tutoring for about twenty seconds, Stiles came knocking on my door.

"We're leaving in a half hour. Get ready to go to school." He said through the door.

Half hour? Luckily I showered last night so I have more time to waste.

I went to my closet and looked through all my shirts that were there, I picked my Corpse Bride tank and my military jacket. I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of ripped skinny jeans.

I then walked into my bathroom and brushed my hair out. Not like I need to impress anyone today, so no fancy hair. But I still put on some mascara and a small bit of lipstick. I checked through my outfit once more and went downstairs.

I saw my dad sitting and talking with Stiles at the table, talking quietly

"So just make sure she gets to tutoring and she has to stay at practice with me? Sounds good."

"Alright. You two can head out now if you'd like, I have to go in to the station now."

I was leaving the library to go to my first class of the day, Biology, when I smashed into someone turning a corner, which results in me dropping my books and papers dropped to the ground.

"Dude, you should be watching where you're going." I said rudely. Now I feel bad. Nice move, McKenna.

"Sorry. I guess I should. But then again, it didn't seem you were either." He said and at the sound of his voice I looked up and was at an immediate loss for words. His amazing blue eyes were really vibrant, he was slightly tan, his lips had a slight pink tint to them, and he had nice hands, now I'm not a creep I just have an awkward hand fetish.

I finished grabbing my stuff and walked to my class, not able to get the boy's blue eyes out of my head.

It was my last class of the day. But I still have to stay back for lacrosse tryouts considering the fact that I am going to be the lacrosse manager and I have to do warm-ups with the team just to improve my gym grade. Lucky me.

I peeked into the Algebra 2 classroom and saw Garrett sitting with Mr. Blue-Eyes from this morning. I'm not exactly surprised he ended up with Garrett and his little group, he definitely fit the type. Asshole-ish, athletic, although I hate myself for admitting this, attractive, and cunning.

I groaned and walked into the classroom and sat in the first row of desks, as far away from Garrett as I can get. But sadly, this day apparently cannot go on without a 'welcome back' comment from Garrett.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't our little track star. You gonna make a debut into lacrosse or no?"

I rolled my eyes and turned in my seat to face him, "I wouldn't do that to you, Garrett. You know, considering the fact you can barely win a 3-on-3 game with me playing." I said as the bell rang and our teacher came in. I didn't actually mean to say anything back, I never really did that. I like this slight change.

"Well, class, today we are going to be working on Linear Equations, turn to page 394 in your book." Ms. Robarti said as she got everyone settled down.

I walked out onto the field only to see a few people out there so I waited for coach so I could give him the list of who was all going to be at tryouts today.

At least twenty kids came out before coach and so far I didn't see Stiles or the new kid. I walked over to coach and gave him the list.

"Thanks." He said and I tried walking away towards the stands to sit with Kira (Malia was there too, but we don't talk considering the fact that we don't really see eye-to-eye), "Where you going, Stilinski? You have to do warm-ups with everyone else."

"Fine. I can't sit in the stands after either?" He just nodded so I ran out to here most of the guys were lined up and stretching.

I was stretching hen the new kid came walking up next to me.

"Hey, about what I said earlier, I'm sorry."

"You're apologizing? Hmm, that's weird. Wouldn't exactly expect that from someoe who hangs out with Garret." I said jokingly in reply, "But, I do accept your apology although running into you was my fault, so I'm actually sorry."

He smiled at me and started stretching, in a few seconds Stiles pulled me away and to him and Scott.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked me as he had me by them and he made sure we were out of most of the group's hearing range.

"What do you mean? I was talking to someone."

Before Stiles or Scott could reply to what I said Coach blew the whistle and yelled at us to do a lap around the field.

I finished my lap right after Blue Eyes did, so I went to lay down on the field to rest but he came and started doing push-ups next to me so I sat up.

"What's your name?" I asked, "And more importantly, what are you doing? Just coming up next to me to do push-ups when there's a whole bunch of area left on the field, I mean." I finished as more guys came and sat around.

"My name's Liam," He said and looked straight at me, not slowing his pace down one bit, "and, I don't know, you seem interesting. I wanted to talk to you."

Interesting? I'm a normal 15 year old. I mean, I'm an awkward werewolf-fire nymph hybrid, but not like I'm exactly anything guys like Liam really want. But then again, I barely know the kid, he could be different.

"How exactly am I interesting to you?" I questioned, "And my name's McKenna."

He slightly laughed and a small red tint came up on his cheeks, "Well, you're beautiful," Beautiful, huh? Well that's different, "And you seem pretty calm for someone who is being drowned in homework on their first day."

I laughed, "Calm? You're talking to the younger sister of that" I pointed to Stiles who seemed to be puking up on the edge of the field, "hyperactive 17 year old boy."

"You're his sister?" Liam asked obviously shocked. I just laughed and nodded.

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- i am writing a Isaac fanfic if you want to read it, it's callled Hybrid.