Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, its plots nor characters. I do however own Lena Stilinski and her story.

PROLOGUE:

The shrill cry pierced the silence of the reserve. It was a cool evening and the first reddened leaves were beginning to fall like raindrops to the ground. Dusk was painting the tips of the sky hues of amethyst and orange. A mother and her young child disturbed the dewy blades on the vast grassy woodland as they journeyed home from a light training session. The cries clenched at the compassionate heart of the woman, begging her for aid.

"What is it, Mom?" The timid voice of the young boy whispered through the growing darkness as he clutched at his mother's jeans.

The woman's eyes glowed a vibrant red as she surveyed their immediate area, in hunt of those who would threaten the safety of her family. Finding nothing, she stealthily drew nearer to the small dust-coated bundle in the bush. Searching for another scent but finding none, the woman picked up the child of merely a few days old and turned to her son: "I'm going to need you to hold her whilst I check that it's safe, can you do that?"

As the baby, bundled in the dirty blanket, was lowered into the child's arms, the mother watched with a gentle admiration as the little boy smiled and drew a small finger to wipe the tear stains from the pale pink skin. However, admiration changed to wonder as their skin made contact and the new-born child's crying ceased. Through the darkness, the light in their eyes connected them. The woman's mouth gaped slightly as she watched both sets of eyes glow a soft hue of purple – one she could only compare to that that poisoned her kind. Wolfsbane. Yet, the interaction seemed anything but venomous. The gentle glow engulfed the children, both too young to know the meaning, and burned bright like a nova before dissipating into nothing. However, a mark had been made.

"What are we going to do with her? Take her home?" Her son's words pulled her out of her trance, alerting her to his naivety.

"She isn't like us." His mother replied. Shaking her head gently, her dark hair grazing her shoulders as she knelt in front of the young boy, barely of school age. "We'll take her somewhere safe. A loving home, with a human family."

The little boy nodded, a frown of concentration on his face: "Can we name her first?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Lena."

Smiling, the woman responded: "Alluring and beautiful. I think it's perfect." Before she rose to her full height and began to walk towards the town, only to be halted by her son's final words to the orphaned girl:

"It's okay, Lena. No one will ever make you cry again." He whispered into the darkness, "I promise."