Chapter One

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Florence's POV

Moving to Beacon Hills wasn't one of the things that I thought that I would ever be happy about. Even now as I'm surrounded by love, family, and friends and more than enough drama to distract me from my tainted past, I will never forget the day I moved in with my grandmother. Or the way I felt.

In my eyes, my life had been over. As much as I loved my sweet grandmother, I missed my parents very much.

They had both died because of an animal attack. Even worse, they died while protecting me.

"Oh baby, I am so sorry," my grandmother said, pulling me into a hug after I got out of the driver's side of my very crappy and old white Nissan.

"It wasn't your fault, Gran," I said pulling away.

She stared at me long and hard her near cerulean blue eyes probably observing more than I would ever see in the mirror. She knew people that well.

"If only I had been there," she said in a rough tone. "Anyways, let me show you to your room."

I brought my one and only suitcase up to the guest room were I would be staying. It was small and there were a lot of squeaky wooden floorboards, but the last thing I cared about was the appearance of my room.

"Let's eat lunch. It's almost noon," my grandmother told me after I put some of my clothes in the small closet. "We still have to register you at Beacon Hills High School and sign you up for classes and such."

"I'm not really hungry, but I can sign up for classes," I said.

She frowned. "I didn't want to say anything, but sweetheart you look scrawny. I know that you lost your parents, and I lost a daughter, but we have to continue taking care of ourselves. For them. Because they are watching over us, and we don't want them to worry any more than they already are."

There were unshed tears in her eyes and there was a lump in my throat, yet neither of us cried.

We sat at her kitchen table in the dining room. She ate her turkey sandwich while I only starred at mine as it sat in front of me on a plate with a red rooster painted on it. She had a few chickens of her own in the backyard, but no rooster.

In between bites she discussed classes that I should take.

She thought that I should take easier classes because after everything that happened, I shouldn't stress myself out. However, there was no relief for the pain that I was going through and she knew that. I wanted harder classes to distract me.

I would be taking AP Calculus, AP Chemistry, AP English 12, AP US Government, PE, Wood Shop (After she begged me), Art, and Chorus.

"Now that that is settled, I will mail it away and you will be ready for school in a couple weeks, missy." She winked.

For a long couple of weeks, I was mostly stuck inside the house except for when I went shopping for school supplies or helped her feed the hens and collect their eggs.

I was almost relieved on the first day of school. I was surrounded by other students who didn't know about the reason for my grandmother's grief and my own.

Or so I thought.

"I'm sorry that your parents passed away," Stiles from my homeroom said as I shut the door to my locker.

I found it harder and harder to breathe the more he spoke.

I locked eyes with him, and I could tell that he didn't mean any harm.

He looked back at me with a startled look on his face. He looked at me differently like he had been struck by lightning and now was staring at the most beautiful thing in the world.

The way my mind works. Crazy I know.

"Have I met you before?" he asked sounding confused as a guy about Stiles height, a head taller than me with olive skin, brown hairs, and black hair I felt tempted to run my hands through approached. He was just as cute as Stiles was. Stiles had thick, dark brown hair, large brown eyes, and a tall, slim build. His friend was more muscular and athletic looking.

"No, not unless you have traveled outside of Beacon Hills," I said, feeling like an idiot. He's probably been outside of Beacon Hills, Florence. "I've never been here before."

"Well, if you need a friend I am here for you," he said.

"Hi, I am Scott McCall," his friend introduced himself. Just like his friend he had that same awestruck look in his eyes as he shook my hand.

"Florence Odette," I said my name.

"We know our friend Lydia saw you coming," Stiles said while Scott elbowed him in the ribs.

"Real smooth. We were not supposed to say anything," Scott whispered to Stiles probably thinking that I couldn't hear him.

I shook off their strange behavior. "You must've read about the animal attack in the newspaper," I told them feeling like I was drowning slowly in my own body.

"Yeah we did-" Scott said while Stiles said at the same time, "What animal attack?"

Now, I was very confused. How did Stiles know that my parents died without knowing that they died because of an animal attack? He must've heard people gossiping. What had they meant before? Lydia had seen me coming. Who is Lydia?

"I should be getting to class," I said, walking away.

"Wait!" the two boys said in unison, running after me.

Once they caught up to me, Scott walked on my right side while Stiles was on my left.

"I'm sorry about how strange we have been acting," Scott said, giving me the idea that he was the leader out of the two of them, "Give us a second chance."

"Okay, you guys seem nice," I said. "So do you guys both have AP Chemistry next?"

"There's AP Chemistry?" Stiles was incredulous.

"That sounds like a no." I laughed.

"It's not too late to make schedule changes," Scott said.

Aw, these two were very cute. Both of them were pining after me.

"You guys should get to your own classes before you decide whether or not you want to change your schedules," I said, "Besides I could be a total bitch."

I entered the biology classroom alone after Scott and Stiles dropped me off. I hoped that they wouldn't be this possessive over me all year. They didn't even know me. Ugh, this was going to be a long school year.

Almost every seat was taken except for a couple. One seat was next to a boy with short, light brown hair and expressive brown eyes. I found myself drawn to him. He was strong like Scott and tall like Scott and Stiles. Why was I comparing him to them, and how was I attracted to all of them?

"Did I see you hanging out with Scott McCall?" the boy asked after I sat down. "How do you know him?"

I was taken aback by his suspicious attitude. Who was he, and why was he concerned about how I knew Scott?

"I just met him. Why do you care?"

He looked up at me, meeting my eyes with an amused expression on his face. He looked like the kind of person who was amused often.

However, the amusement fled when his eyes landed on me.

He had the same strange look on his face like Scott and Stiles did when they first met me.

It was like he was seeing fireworks go off for the first time. Wonder. Awe. Excitement. Confusion. Need.

"What are you?" he asked.

"A girl who misses her deceased parents very much, and would do anything to bring them back." I blushed not knowing why I blurted that out to a total stranger. But he didn't feel like somebody I just met. Neither did Stiles or Scott.

He looked deep into my eyes. "I know that I just met you, but I would do anything to take your pain away."

He was acting just as strange as Stiles and Scott, but then again I wasn't acting like my normal self either.

"My name is Theo Raeken," he said, shaking my hand. I had to stop myself from telling him how much I hated hand shakes. They felt too formal.

"Florence Odette."

His eyes widened. "Lydia."

Now, I was dying to know who Lydia was. Something very strange was going on here.

I also found it strange how I was envious of her. From what I could tell after our brief encounters, Theo, Stiles, and Scott seemed like good guys.

I ended up having English next then math before I had lunch with Scott while the others had class.

"Is that all you are going to eat?" Scott asked with a shocked look on his face as I sat across from him with an apple in my hand.

I shrugged. "Not that hungry."

"You should eat something. No offense, but you are too skinny," he told me. Before I could protest he placed one out of two slices of his pizza on a napkin in front of me.

"There," he smiled showing his dimples in his cheeks. "That looks better."

"You shouldn't have done that," I said.

"Don't worry. I wanted to," he replied before starring at me long and hard.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I know that we barely know each other, but I like you a lot already, and I was wondering if you were free this Friday," he answer.

Wow, okay.

"I think I am. Why?"

"I would like to take you out on a date," he informed me.

For a brief moment, I thought about Stiles and Theo and what they would think about me going out with Scott. I couldn't date all of them.

"Where would we go?" I asked.

"Anywhere you want," he grinned seeming very happy, "I can pick you up at five o'clock. I would say seven, but I don't know if I could wait that long."

"Sure, I think that will give me enough time to do my homework and get ready," I said.

God, I could never play it cool to save my life.

All the way to wood shop, I thought about what my date with Scott would be like. I think it was the happiest I had ever been in a long time.

I sat down at an empty desk in the classroom. A second later, a very hot guy with big emerald green eyes and blond hair styled very carefully sat down next to me. Why were there so many cute guys at Beacon Hills?

"Hi, my name is Liam Dunbar," he introduced himself.

I told him my name and he smiled. "Stiles told me a lot about you."

He was gossiping about me already? "What did he say?"

His expression said it all. I was the girl with the dead parents. I didn't know why it was so gossip worthy. I wasn't the only one whose parents had passed away.

"If you tell me that you are sorry that my parents died, I will punch you."

"Fiesty," he said, raising his hands up in mock surrender, "and fine I won't say that I am sorry about your parent's death, but I am, and if you need a shoulder to cry on, I am here."

"Thanks." These guys are so sweet, that they made me want to cry.

"Please don't cry," Liam said as the teacher walked into the room. "That wasn't the only thing Stiles said about you. He said that you were also very beautiful, sweet, and patient."

I was thankful when the teacher gave us the whole period to talk and hang out after he passed out forms that we needed to get signed. I wasn't good with hands on labor. The only reason I was taking this class was because this was right up Gran's alley. She loved building little things and this would give me something to do with her.

"How do you know Stiles?" I asked.

"I'm friends with him and Scott," he replied, "I skipped a grade, so that I could graduate with them."

So he was a year younger than me.

"It sounds like you guys are very close," I said.

"Yeah, we have been through a lot together," he admitted.

"I wish I had friends like that," I said wistfully.

"You have me, and I'm pretty sure that the others feel the same way," Liam said.

"But you just met me," I pointed out.

"Sometimes you just know things," he shrugged. "I know that we will be good friends if not more than that."

"Did you know that I am going out with Scott on Friday," I said.

He looked disappointed, but that didn't stop him from treating me like I was the only person in the classroom.

"No, I didn't, but that doesn't change anything," he said.

I decided to change the subject. "What do you do besides going to school?"

"I play lacrosse with Scott," he said. "Coach says that if we keep it up, we might both be offered scholarships."

"That is really great," I said, meaning it.

"What about you?" he asked.

"I used to write short stories. I went through a murder mystery phase, but now I don't like to think about death." I shuddered.

After that, he changed the subject, asking me several questions about myself while I only learned a little bit about him. The questions were light and silly and I found myself laughing a lot.

When I got home from school, Gran wasn't home. She left a note saying that she had some shopping to do.

Sighing, I worked on some of my homework while texting Theo, Stiles, Scott, and Liam. I had gotten Stiles number right before he dropped me off at chemistry, Theo's in chemistry, Scott's at lunch, and Liam's during woodshop.

After that, I fell asleep in my bed with a book resting on my chest and my phone buzzing away.

When I awoke, I noticed that my window was open, but it was closed before I fell asleep.

That's when I heard it. I could hear something growling.

My body began to shake as I slowly sat up in bed.

I screamed as a wolf the size of a horse with a thick, black fur coat and eyes the color of coal lunged at me. The last thing I felt was him tearing into the flesh around my neck. He looked just like the wolf that had killed my parents.