Her feet pounded into the soft ground as she sprinted into the trees, the moonlight falling onto her like molten silver. Cold air tore down her throat to her lungs, filling her with a renewed sense of terror at the realisation of what had happened.
She suddenly stopped, tears prickling behind her eyes as her breath rushed out of her in hurried pants. The brunette clenched her eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay and dug her nails into her palms as horror-filled images flashed behind her eyes.
Blood.
Dark eyes.
Two bodies thrown against the wooden floor.
She choked back a horrified sob and tried to keep her breathing normally but it was no use. Tears poured down her cheeks and trembling breaths rushed out of her as she started sobbing. The girl fell to the ground, heart racing wildly in her chest. She spread her shaking hands out in front of her and recoiled at the sight of dark claws instead of fingernails.
No. Not again.
Please.
She could feel the power shifting and coiling under her skin, changing her. She tried to settle her heart rate but it was too late.
She was gone.
3 months later
She slowly opens her eyes, squinting at the bright moon that shines over her. The brunette looks around in confusion, standing up as she spotted the glowing lights of a town below her. She knows where she is.
Beacon Hills.
Here is the prologue! I am going to start the story on the second episode of 3A, which will be the next chapter.
Thank you for reading!