Hi everyone! I know I've been MIA for a little while, but I'm back now! This is like an AU of one of my fav TV shows: TEEN WOLF! Its also a remake of my story Moonstruck. Paige's name has changed, it's now Angel, and her backstory's different too. Any way, here you go!

Chapter 1:

Chimney falls and lovers blaze

Thought that I was young

Now I've freezing hands and bloodless veins

As numb as I've become

I'm so tired

I wish I was the moon tonight

~I wish I was the moon tonight - Neko Case

Angel P.O.V.

"Get back here!" His voice was slurred as he stumbled after me. My heart beat faster, knowing that is he caught me, this time, he probably would kill me. I whimpered as I pressed myself against a tree, the bruises and welts throbbed as the bark dug in. I could hear him getting closer as twigs and leaves crunched under his feet. I sobbed quietly, he was so close. My eyes went wide as he rounded the tree, staring right into my eyes with a smug smirk.

"Gotcha!" His hand made a clumsy grab for me.

"NO!" I shrieked with fright as I dodged him and carried on running. My knee bleed profusely from the gash in my skin, seeping into my sweats and making them stick. I heard him stumble and fall to the forest floor, but I didn't stop, I carried on running. I dodged through trees and wrestled through brambles, ignoring the stinging as they shreaded my skin. I couldn't go back, not now. Maybe I'd make it to the train station, get out of here and start fresh. Maybe get a job. Or I could accept the scholarship for Cheerleading. I was so busy planning a future for myself, I didn't see that I stepped into a road, and headlights were coming around the corner.A loud horn beeped, and instead of feeling afraid, I felt relieved. In a few moments, it would all be over, and I'd be free. I heard the tyres screech as the driver breaked, and the car tried to stop. No, please don't stop. I begged.

"Make it end..." I whispered. In my favour, the car couldn't swerve from the narrow road, and I felt the sleek sports car slam into my legs. I smiled as I rolled over the bonnet, ignoring the agony in my legs, my head smashed of the road, and it went black.

Derek P.O.V.

I drove home angrily as the the night grew darker. The stars were shining, and it was a beautiful night, although it was a shame I was too pissed to enjoy it. Usually, as a wolf, I'd be running through the woods, feeling the freedom, but tonight, I'd failed on finding the Alpha. I flew around the corner, and wished I wasn't going so fast. A girl had wondered into the road, a smile on her face as she stood infront of me.

"Move!" I yelled, slamming my hand on horn and stomping on the brakes. The car screeched, and I yelled as her small body flew over the bonnet. When the car finally stopped, I jumped out, running to her side. What the hell was she doing out here? I frowned though, after getting a closer look at her. She had long, dark blonde hair that fell to mid-back, with fair skin, rather pale in comparisson to my dark olive complexion. She looked rather thin, but I could still see hints of muscle under her shirt. My frown fell deeper as I noticed her left eye was blackened, her lip was split, and there was scratches all over her arms and neck. I dropped down beside her, seeing that her leg was broken, and the other was leaking alot of blood. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't leave her here, and I couldn't take her to the hosital when I was a wanted fugative. I sighed heavily. She was still alive, and I could definatley hear her heartbeat. My morals won me over as I scooped my arms under her legs and back. I wasn't surprised at how light she felt in my arms, yet despite how scratched up she was, her skin was surprisingly soft and smooth, like porcelian. I heard her grumble in pain as I pulled her tighter, not wanting her to fall. I managed to get the back door open, and lay her on the backseat. I started the car again and continued up the road to my house. She hadn't moved from her position, and didn't even stir as I carried her up to the house. I lay her on the couch and she yelped slightly as the arm rest bumped her leg.

"It's allright, I gotcha." I sighed. A small shimmer around her neck caught my eyes, and my fingers traced the fine gold chain around her neck. "'Angel.'" I read the curved gold letters from her necklace. Well, with the scraggy clothes and mud matted hair, she didn't really look like an Angel, more like a scruffy teenager. Looking at her, I realised that she couldn't have been any older than 17. But I did want to know why she was such a mess. Well, I couldn't leave her to bleed on my couch, so I went to the kitchen to grab a bowl of water and a dish towel. I pulled my jacket to give me better movement as I started to wipe her arms clean. Once the water was dirty from the mud and blood, I replaced the bowl and came back to her side. I frowned, wondering how I was going to clean the rest of her without removing her clothes. I rolled my eyes in defeat as I tugged her sweats down her legs. I shifted uncomfortably as I wiped the towel down her smooth skin. After her legs and torso were done, I moved to her face, and started to clean her bruised and bloody skin. The more dirt I removed, the more I began to notice how pretty she was, her jaw line was soft, and her cheeks held a pink flush. Despite her eyes being closed, I could tell they were almond shaped, and her long lashes touched her cheek. I took a comb from the drawer, and begin to groom the mud from her hair. It was surprisingly silky, like satin almost. I realised the couch wasn't going to be comfortable for her to sleep in, so I lifted her again, and made my way to the stairs. My eyes widened with surprise when she rolled over in my arms, and snuggled into me. Her cheek pressed into my chest and a hand rested on my shoulder. Was she cuddling me? I shook of the strange feeling inside of me as I continued my way uptairs. I'd have to see to her leg in the morning. I paused on the landing, unsure of where to put her. Laura's old room had no roof, and my parents room had no door. So she'd have to stay in my room. I lay her on the bed, sighing when I realised she freeze in her damp and muddy clothes. What the hell was I doing? I sighed again as I grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from my drawers. She wasn't my daughter, or even my girlfriend, so why was I taking care of her? I gulped as I lifted her ratty hoodie from her body, trying hard not to look. I rested her body against me and flinched when her icy skin touched my arm. The shorts were easier and I felt relieved once her body was covered. I lifted the blanket over her, and slumped down in the armchair by the window. I watched her for a while. And before I knew it, I was asleep.

Angel P.O.V.

I couldn't tell where I was after the car hit me. I was awake, but not awake. I could feel something soft under my head, and the air was filled with the smell of new car. I felt the movements stop soon after, and a pair of strong arms scooped me up. Floorboards creaked under me, I felt myself being placed onto something made of velvet, but I flinched when something bumped my leg.

"It's allright, I gotcha." A deep voice sighed. The voice sent shivers down my spine, and sent the butterflies flying in my stomach. Fingers danced over the skin of my neck, and goosebumps broke out over my arms. "Angel." He whispered. He knew my name. I felt it go black again as something warm and wet patted at my arms. I woke up again, when I felt myself being lifted. I could smell him now. Like musk and sandal wood, and new leather. He smelled amazing, and he was so warm. I found my cold body snuggling into his heat, and I managed enough strength to place an arm on his shoulder. I soon felt my body being placed onto a matress, and I sighed as I drifted off and it once again went black...

I bolted awake as the flashbacks of the woods danced behind my eyes. I winced when I moved too fast, and my bruises thobbed in pain. I became even more scared when I realised that I had no idea where I was. The room was...burnt? The walls were covered in smudges, and the curtains were singed. But my breath caught in my throat when I saw someone sat by the window. He was extraordinarily handsome. With dark black hair and chisled features. He had rock hard muscles that seemed to be everywhere and his skin was tanned and flawless. He couldn't have been any older then 23. Despite how handsome he was, and how badly my body was reacting to him, I couldn't stay. I tore my eyes away from him, and located the door on the other side of the room. I almost yelped as I swung my legs over the side, my broken leg almost screaming with pain. I felt like crying as I slowly stood, keeping the weight on my good leg. I breathed deeply as I took a step, then another. And then another. I could feel myself getting carried away as I almost jogged to the door, the weight being too much for my leg, and I cried out as my body fell to the floor. I started sobbing as I heard heavy footsteps, run over to me, and I cried once I realised I was trapped. There was no way I could get out now.

"Please..." I begged. "Let me go." I rolled over onto my back, and the mans' arms scooped under me and lifted me up. I felt my senses being invaded by his scent, and my eyes almost rolled back into my head as his hand ghosted my thigh.

"I can't let you leave when your leg's broken." He , my God. His voice. Just his voice sent a spark of arousal straight through me. He placed my back onto the bed and I realised, I wasn't in my own clothes.

"What am I wearing?" I glared up at him. I felt even angrier as I saw his cheeks flush.

"You...uhh. You were...Your clothes were dirty." He scratched the back of his neck. I knew he hadn't done anything to me, I would have felt it if he had. I gave him a hard glare as I folded my arms, wincing when I banged an old bruise. His eyes noticed, and he bent down to look at my arm. I tried to crawl away from him, but his hand gripped the ankle of my good leg, pulling my body back to him. I gulped as his face was barely six inches away.

"Let me see." His head lowered to my arm, and shivers trembled throughout my body. "How did you get these bruises?" He asked.

"Ch-cheerleading." I lied. His brow furrowed, he didn't believe me. "I...I'm a flyer, they've dropped me a few times." I winced as he pressed on the damaged skin.

"Sorry, Angel." He said. I found myself smiling slightly. He knew my name. And he wasn't going to hurt me, if he was, he would have by now.

"It's okay." I responded. I watched the handsome stranger as he inspected my sore skin. "You know my name. Isn't it only fair that I know yours." I smiled at him.

"Derek." He answered. "Derek Hale."

Derek P.O.V.

"Derek." I replied. "Derek Hale." I sighed as I contemplated my next question. "What were you doing out in the woods." I frowned as she winced and wriggled out of my grasp. "Angel?" I asked.

"I wanna go home." She whispered. She was lying. I could hear her heart thrum faster

"You're lying." I rolled my eyes.

"I wanna go home." She whimpered.
"Fine. Just tell me where you live, and I'll drive you." I offered.

"No!" She gasped. "I mean...I can walk." She was clearly stubborn.

"No, you can't." I sighed, folding my arms.

"Yes, I can!" She glared, jumping up from the bed, only to instantly stumble over. I had been expecting it though, and my arms shot out to catch her. I sucked in a breath though, when I saw how close we were. And for the first time, I saw her eyes. They were a bright green, electric almost. I heard her heart take off in her chest, and I subconciously placed an arm around her back.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes." She whispered. I felt her fingers tangle in my hair, and I was about to lean in, when I realised what I was doing.

"Ur-ghuh." I cleared my throat as I helped her stand up. "The shower's through there." I pointed. "If you wanna clean up." I rubbed my neck. "Do you need help?"

"Walking or showering?" She glared as she span around, clumsily hobbling into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.

"What am I doing?" I sighed, making my way into Laura's old room. I made my way to her closet, and started digging through the clothes that she had left behind when she was still alive and Alpha. With how thin Angel was, Laura's jeans would be slightly baggy. And her hoodies would be slightly loose. But it didn't matter. I didn't think her parents would be too happy that she came back in mens' clothes. I placed the clothes on my bed, knowing that she'd need clean ones after her shower. I needed to take her home. I couldn't be worried about her. I had an Alpha to find, Scott needed lessons... What was Angel doing in the woods anyway? And why was she so thin and covered in bruises? Surely her parents... no... they wouldn't...Angel was being abused!

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