My name is Jessica "Jessie" Compton and I'm a werewolf. Most of you are probably laughing right now because you think werewolves don't exist. Well before the first time I turned, I would have been laughing right there with you. But now I know differently.
I'm kind of ashamed of what I am right now because I don't know anyone else like me. I've been living with my Aunt Aly and Uncle Doug for as long as I can remember. My aunt told me when she thought I was old enough that both my parents died in a fire shortly after I was born. And when I ask about siblings, she tells me that I was the only child my parents had. Deep down inside I know she's lying to me because I can feel a connection inside me.
I turned 18 just about a month ago and graduated from high school a few days before that. My aunt and uncle want me to continue working at the shop till I go to UCLA in the fall but I want to explore on my own for a bit.
What they don't know is that I've been trying to track down any family I might have out there. First thing I figured out is that Compton is not my original last name. I only realized that after browsing newspapers online from about the time when Aunt Aly had told me that my parents died. They didn't die when she said they did either.
One article did state that a newborn girl named Jessica Hale was taken from a home in Beacon Hills, California. Police had at the time had no suspects for the kidnapping and had no leads so they investigation had been stopped soon after.
There was another news article about 12 years after of the kidnapping about a family home burning dang near to the ground. Only 3 people survived the fire, two males and one female all with the last name of Hale. One of which was currently in a state of shock at a Beacon Hills long term care center. That fire would explain the weird almost crippling feeling I got a few years ago.
And there was the article looking into the investigation of the death of one Laura Hale, her brother Derek Hale being the main suspect in the case so far. And the supposed date of her death also coincided with another strange feeling I had.
I knew what I had to do now; I had to go to Beacon Hills and hope that a member of my family was still around. The only real hope I had was Derek though but any hope was better than none at all. And now that I was 18, my aunt and uncle couldn't stop me from going anywhere. And if they want to try anything funny I could have them arrested for kidnapping.
I grabbed the duffel bag from the bottom of my closet and tossed it onto my twin sized bed. I started pulling clothes out of my dresser and tossed them toward the bag on the bed. My plan was to be out of here as soon as possible.
My important possessions were the next things into the bag. I set my cd case on the bed next to my bag so I wouldn't break any of them. I pulled my dark blue chucks on and tossed my red pair into the top of my bag. My laptop was the last thing to go into the bag.
As I carefully picked up the bag, I did one last sweep of my room. Nothing else seemed that important so I headed out. I couldn't have picked a better night to do this as my kidnappers had gone out on the town for the night and wouldn't be home till the wee hours of the morning and I'd be long gone by that time.
My jeep was sitting in its usual spot off to the side of the garage so it wouldn't be blocking the way for Aly and Doug to park their own vehicles out of the weather. My jeep wasn't the nicest looking car on the road but she got me from point A to point B, and besides she was fully paid for because Doug helped me find her but he made me pay the entire thing myself from the money I made working at the store.