The Wolf

by worldofmisfits

Nora Miller was never meant to be average. Her entire family was made up of werewolves. She was born into a supernatural life, just like Derek Hale. In fact, she grew up with him. That is until his family died and he disappeared. Now, after the death of one of his remaining family members, he's back. He's out for blood, and he wants Nora's help. *Set during season 1* Derek/OC

1. Chapter 1

I was sprinting through the woods, my heart about to pound out of my chest. I could sense the excitement that was rolling off my pursuer. He was gaining on me, and even with my abilities, I couldn't outrun him forever. True to cliché, I stumbled over a tree branch and landed face first on the cold hard dirt. I rolled quickly and leapt to my feet. I pushed myself to run harder and faster than before, dodging trees and bushes that would pop up in my path. I could hear his footsteps thudding behind me even though he was a good 300 yards back. I grabbed a low tree branch and swung my body upwards. I quickly scaled the tree and rested at the top. I watched as my pursuer came into view. He was a full wolf, with terrifying blood red eyes. The eyes of an Alpha.

I watched as he sniffed the air. He caught my scent and his head snapped up to me. We made eye-contact and a slow vicious smile crept onto his face. He lifted a clawed hand, and slammed it into the base of my tree. The tree groaned under the pressure, it'd been a dry season leaving every tree in the forest weak and brittle. He slammed it again and I felt the tree shake. I looked around and realized that even if I was extremely agile, I'd never make the jump to the next tree. I considered my options, 1. I could stay in the tree and wait for him to give up, but he was an Alpha so giving up wasn't all that likely. 2. I could attempt to make the jump for the next tree and most likely plummet to the ground leaving me weak and unable to properly defend myself. Or 3. I could man up and fight my way out of this. Option three seemed the most logical.

I dropped to my feet in front of him. He immediately swung out a paw. I dodged the hit only barely, his claws catching my shirt. I jumped up, planted my hands on his shoulders and flipped over him, landing behind him. My claws had unsheathed and my eyes turned a bright blue. I swung my hand back, jamming my claws into his flesh, and I pulled upward. I was running on pure instinct now. My fingers still embedded in his back I swung my body around ripping his right side open. He let out and angry howl and swung at me again. This time he caught me, ripping his claws down my left shoulder. I whimpered in pain and slashed at his back again, I was getting nowhere. He healed much quicker than I did, him being an Alpha and all. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me into the tree. The tree shook under my weight, and I heard it crack from the force. My head was spinning from the impact. Spots in my vision, I clawed at his face this time. I cut him deeply enough to distract him for a few minutes, so I took my opportunity and kicked him backwards. He flipped up quickly and before attacking me again he froze. He could sense someone, or something. Something I couldn't. He threw me again, and ran off into the woods. I followed after him for a while, adrenaline pumping through my veins, and then I caught what he had sensed. There were two teenage boys walking through the woods, talking about lacrosse, a body, and asthma. I recognized their voices. It was Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. Seconds later, I heard the Sheriff, Stiles' dad catch Stiles while Scott remained hidden. I listened as the Sheriff escorted his son away muttering about delinquency. That left Scott alone in the woods with the Alpha. I was in no condition to fight again, so I prayed he would make it out okay.

My prayers however, were ignored. I climbed the tree for protection, even though it didn't work out so well the first time and I watched as Scott made his way through the woods. Then, I heard the thundering of hooves as a small stampede of deer ran through. That's when I saw it, the glowing red eyes that would probably haunt me for the rest of the year. He was stalking Scott like prey. Scott was terrified, and it rolled off him in heavy waves. The Alpha was enjoying his game, and I knew I was about to watch my classmate become dinner. I watched as the Alpha approached Scott while he was still trying to reorient himself. I knew I had to help somehow, so just as the Alpha jumped onto Scott, I dropped to the ground swaying slightly from the blood loss. I shifted, and I roared as loudly as I could muster. The wolf turned and growled viciously. Scott was smart though, and he took the Alpha's distraction as his chance to run. The Alpha charged at me again, but I wasted no time. I began sprinting through the woods, only this time he didn't follow. I was deep in the woods when I chose to stop and rest against a tree.

I was alone, bruised and bloody. The cuts in my shoulder were deep and still bleeding steadily. My head was pounding, and my entire body was aching from the collision with the tree. I huffed, and shifted back. My cell phone had been lost somewhere in the woods, and I was in too much pain to run home. Looks like I was walking home. I could have gone to Laura's house, or I should say the charred remains of it. But that wasn't an option anymore. Whoever that alpha was, wherever he came from, he killed Laura. That meant three things, 1. The Alpha was even stronger than before. 2. The Hunters would come back looking for said Alpha. And 3. Laura Hale was dead, which meant her younger brother would come home, looking for her killer.