Chapter One: Runaway
The distraught teen dashed through the forest as quick as her aching and wounded body would let her. Her muscles tensed with every step she took as her feet pounded against the forest floor. Her breathing was becoming heavy and her clothes were caked in blood. She looked around in desperation for any sign of familiarity. She had to find the house, she needed to find the house.
She had been running for what felt like days but it was probably only a few hours. The wind whipped around her long blonde locks as she dashed in between the trees. Her striking blue eyes scanned the area around her in search for any clues. With no luck, she began to lose hope as a single tear dribbled down her cheek.
Everything had gone wrong in the past couple years. Her life had become a disaster.
Her body ached from the lacerations her alpha had given her, not to mention the bite marks scattered across the side of her abdomen that burned like a wildfire. Usually, things like this would heal within a few minutes, but these wounds weren't going away any time soon. These were done by Deucalion who had now become the demon wolf. With his new found strength and venomous bite, the healing process would take significantly longer. The man she once thought of as her savior had become a demon lost in the lust for power. After the accident that left him blind, he was never the same. His obsession with power and control had taken over his mind and because of it, he left a bloody trail of betas in his wake. He preferred the wolves with red eyes. He wanted a pack of alphas.
Why he left the young werewolf still alive even though she didn't hold the red eyes, she's not quite sure. Maybe it was because he saw something in her that the rest of the pack didn't have. Or maybe it was because she was the daughter of one of his closest companions...
For the past few months, she had suffered through the abuse of Deucalion and his pack of barbarous alphas. Last night, however, things got messy. Deucalion was mad. Furious. His rage was taken out on the girl and she had put up a good fight, but in the end he had the advantage of being bigger, faster and stronger. She was left for dead.
However, she was a fighter. There was no way she was going to die like this. No, not after surviving for so long.
The young werewolf slowly got up, groaning in pain, and started to walk. A walk fell into a lopsided jog, a jog fell into a limping run and then as the adrenaline kicked in she began to move faster and faster in the direction of her destination. Beacon Hills.
The girl's name was Kara Beaudoin and she wasn't always so damaged. When she was younger she lived in a great big house with her family and closest friends, the Hale's. The two families had prospered over their territory since the early twentieth century. The town of Beacon Hills and all of the reserve that led off into the town next over had been held under their control ever since. They were a powerful pack and held the respect of many.
The house, although large, was completely full between the werewolves and humans of each family. Although a pack, some of the members did not hold the werewolf gene. Kara's younger brother, Cayden, was one of humans. Despite not having super strength and an incredibly large appetite, those that weren't supernatural were just as important as those that were. Even with the difference in ages of all the kids, they had a strong bond, not just because they were pack, but also because they were family whether they were blood related or not.
Cora Hale and Kara, both the same age and born only 5 days apart, were the best of friends. They talked about everything from how one of them had actually managed to surprise attack Uncle Peter to who the cutest boys in school were. They were inseparable.
Derek, the oldest of the Hale boys, also had a special friendship with Kara. Although four years older than she, they had a strange connection. After the night of a full moon, the two would sneak out into the night to the lake a few miles away to swim under the moonlit sky and talk. Full moon nights were always the most stressful and strength absorbing of each month, so being able to just get away for a little while made it a little better. Derek was always rather quiet and antisocial with everyone else, especially after what happened with his first love, but he really opened up to Kara. They had a pact. They would stick together no matter what and they promised that they would not share each other's secrets. Speaking of which, Kara was the first to know about everything, especially when it came to Kate Argent. The thought of the woman made her blood boil. She was a hunter, but not just any normal hunter. No, she was a hunter that would seek out and kill werewolves which just so happened to be almost everyone in her house. It was a relationship she definitely didn't approve of, but Derek was in love with her and Kara just wanted him to be happy, because that's what friends do.
Unfortunately, six months after Derek and Kate started going out, everything changed. Derek and his sister, Laura were at school while everyone else was at home. James, one of the Hale's that didn't carry the werewolf gene, was sick with the flu. Cayden and Matthias were playing in the basement. They had just gotten home from their morning kindergarten class. Some of the other children and Cora were preparing with Talia and Peter for the next full moon that would be that night. Kara was upstairs in her room finishing her homework before she could join everyone in the basement for that night. Still being quite young, most of them hadn't gained total control quite yet so preparing for the evening was imperative. Kara and Cora, already 12 years old, were quite in control of their inner wolf, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The rest of the adults were down in the kitchen enjoying a nice cup of coffee and talking about some sort of werewolf business. Everything seemed peaceful. But it wasn't.
It was 12:56 in the afternoon when the flames broke out and the fire started. Smoke filled the entire house, suffocating its inhabitants as the orange blaze surrounded them. The house was burning from all angles leaving no escape for those trapped inside. Kara screamed for her brother, for Cora, for anyone, but nobody responded. She searched through the house trying to find someone but it was becoming hard to breath and her vision was becoming blurred. Her lungs began to fill with smoke as she struggled to find an exit. She needed air. She needed to get out. Spotting a window across the hall, she moved as quick as her body would allow her. Smashing the glass, she looked out the window and noticed the distance between herself and the ground. Taking one last look back she leaped from the second floor. Upon impact with the cold, hard ground she was knocked unconscious.
Deucalion, who was on his way to speak with Talia, smelled the smoke from miles away. However, once he arrived at the scene of the fire, it was already too late. His heart faltered at the site in front of him. The Hale's and Beaudoin's had been good friends of his and seeing this destruction was too much. He looked around the house to see if he could find any survivors but with no sound of a heartbeat he made his way out. That was when he found Kara laying still on the ground. Deucalion rushed to the girls side, Kara's heartbeat was faint and slow, and becoming more distant by the second, but nonetheless still beating. He picked up her unconscious body and brought her to his pack.
Each member of his pack took turns watching her so that when she awoke she wouldn't be alone. The pack had welcomed her with open arms and comforted her as she mourned the loss of her family. She attempted to run away a couple times, hoping she could find her family but she never made it far before Deucalion found her and brought her back. He became like a father figure for her. Despite recent events, he used to be a really great guy and he took good care of his pack and after a while Kara became adjusted to living and working alongside this pack, she almost felt whole again. Almost.
Five years later and everything has changed. Her pack was dead and she was once again a lone survivor.
In the distance Kara could make out the outline of the burnt house she used to call home. She dropped her speed and stopped, gazing at the house in front of her. The sides of the house that were once a deep brown were now charred and black. The roof of the house had caved in towards the back due to the damage, the windows were cracked and shattered, and the weeds had overgrown and spiraled up the side, something that her mother would have never allowed to happen. She loved taking care of her garden and took great pride in keeping the house looking beautiful. This house. The house where Kara had so many happy memories from, was not her home, not like this. Tears slid down her cheeks as she argued with herself whether or not to go inside. After minutes of debating she hesitantly walked towards the front door. Dark memories flashed before her. She could hear the screams of her loved ones echoing in her head.
Kara shook her head and continued to walk. Standing in front of the door, she reached for the door knob. It creaked open slowly revealing the damage done to the inside of her home. What was left of the furniture was ashes, the walls were now a dark gray color and the floor was burned to black. She sucked in a deep breath at the sight before her. This had been her home, her family and friends died in this fire. Everyone she loved was dead.
She traveled deeper into the house until she made it to the family room. Upon the mantle was a large frame that used to hold a photo of the two families, laughing and smiling, but was now burnt and blackened. Kara walked towards the fireplace and looked up at the picture. She could vaguely make out the faces of her family. She pressed her fingers against the shattered glass of the frame. Her heart was aching. Full of emotion, she turned around and carefully sat down on what was left of the couch and dropped her head into her hands. "I should have stayed, I shouldn't have jumped. I should have stayed and helped. I should be dead, not them." She whispered to herself, sucking in yet another sharp breath.
She wondered about Cora, her brother, her mom and her dad, Talia, James and the rest of the Hale's. How it must have been for them when they were trapped inside. The thoughts made her shudder. She thought back to Derek and Laura. Had they seen what happened? Were they still alive or did grief bring them to their death? Tears flowed quietly down her face as she just sat there thinking and staring at the wall.
Her sobs became quieter as minutes passed and her eye lids grew heavy with fatigue. The trauma on her body was finally beginning to take it's toll on the young girl. She rested her body upon the ashen couch and let sleep over take her.
However, what she didn't notice in the midst of her slumber was someone else entering the house.
Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
This is the rewritten version of my previous story Cross My Heart. I haven't updated that story in such a long time and I felt that it wasn't as well written as it should have been so I'm going to rewrite it here with some new ideas and a better plot, so it's going to be a little different. It's going to begin in season 3A (:
Please let me know what you think! I'm going to try and update as often as possible and I hopefully will get the next chapter up within a day or two!