HEY! Its been too long. I'm sorry for not updating any of my other stories. I seem to have to lost my spark so this is what I'm channelling my energy into. This is an OC/OC story but there will be Sterek and Scallison. Slight Isaqac/OC. Hope YALL like this! This takes place during season three.
Ches! Xx
I do not own Teen Wolf.
Prologue
"Mr Fluffykins! Where are you?" I shouted running through the house, calling out for my pet kitten. That was me, ten years old, without a care in the world. I lived with my mother and never knew my father. I was told he was wise and steadfast. I was like him you know. A werewolf. The only difference was that I could change into a full wolf. A black one with a white spot over one eye. That day my mother was cooking my favourite, pasta. "Tatiana? Why don't you go upstairs and play with your toys, I'll find Mr Fluffykins for you." My mother suggested and I did as she said.
I was still in my room. An hour had passed and I could hear my mother humming from downstairs as she cooked. That was when a loud banging sound came from downstairs. "ARIANA! OPEN UP!" came the shout. "Tiana, stay in your room alright?" My mother called. I listened and locked the door. That was when the shouting erupted. "Where is she Ariana?" came the gruff voice. "what do you want with her Deucalion?" my mother responded. "Hand her over you piece of trash! I don't need to tell you anything!" the voice came again. "NEVER!" my mother screamed and then her scream was cut short by the sound of ripping flesh. The tears poured down my cheeks and I couldn't stop myself from sobbing. Then someone started banging on my door. "OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" came the shout. I scrambled to my feet and rushed over to the window before opening it. I jumped out, shifting into my wolf at the same time. I ran on all fours, not even bothering to stop when I tripped and hurt my foot. The tears trailed down my then furry black cheeks. My mother was dead…
She was dead..
My mother was dead..
Deucalion…
I would always remember that name.
I ran all the way across the state. The next thing you know I end up in Beacon Hills, half dead from all the running. I had never stopped ever since. There I met Derek Hale and his family. They took me in and treated me like family. I was of course closest to Derek and his uncle Peter. I was really quiet since my mother's death and I rarely spoke to anyone.
Then came the fire. Kate Argent set the Hale house on fire. Derek and I barely escaped with our lives. I knew Peter had escaped but with injuries but after that I disappeared and Derek never saw me again. I ran and ran. I left the country for the UK and have been there ever since. Now I'm eighteen and I am currently surviving. New friends have helped me to open up to people. Jeremy Leon, Miranda Tangerine and Veronica Leroy. They are my only friends.