My name is Amelia Gray and I am a werewolf. When I was younger my family were killed by hunters; those same hunters tried to kill me and currently think I am as dead as my parents. They left me bleeding out, however a pack came by and their Alpha took pity on me, taking me in as his own. Since that day (which happened to be my 10thbirthday) I have been on the run, moving from place to place. In the last seven years I haven`t stayed in the same place for more than a month- Ben, my alpha, said it was for the pack`s safety. Let`s just say our luck ran out…
We had decided to stop in Chicago as the winter had been harsher than usual and the small town motels were all booked up. Ben had a friend there so no one was particularly worried, especially when we saw the loft apartment we would be staying in for the new year. There were at least five different bedrooms and two bathrooms; the kitchen merged into the dining room and the best part: the giant TV. The last time we had a working TV was probably a year ago so this, this was heaven. Being the youngest usually means you're the beta, the last in the pecking order, but Ben always made sure everyone was equal. This meant that when it came to picking rooms we took it in turn for who got first pick and today was my turn. I picked the only room with a single bed- why? Because of two reasons a) double beds make me feel like you can never escape and I always thought they were made for two people and b) it had a punching bag. Being a werewolf means your anger levels are increased, so when you experience a traumatic event at a young age and you're a werewolf, you have major anger issues.
After having a pack meeting, it was getting late; I decided to head to bed to get a good night's sleep. Just as I was nodding off I heard a scream, a scream so loud and so horrified it scared me. I sprinted out of bed already feeling myself start to change and the scene I saw unfolding was something I will never forget: Jeremy and Anna (pack members and lovers) were lying dead on the floor blood still pouring out of them. Ben was engaged in a fight between two hunters whilst the remaining pack members were nowhere to be seen. As soon as Ben saw me I shouted at me to run but I didn`t, my feet planted into the floor. I could`ve run, probably should`ve, but I didn`t. Instead I joined in the battle between the two hunters taking the shorter one on. Every move he made I anticipated and retaliated however he would always block. It went on and on like this until I tried a new tactic. In a blink of an eye I attacked him and almost as fast as I had struck, he went down and didn`t get back up. Triumphant I looked to my alpha and instantly all joy and happiness left me. The hunter was standing over him, her knife embedded in his chest. Maybe with the right treatment he would`ve gotten better but the wounds he had gained from the fight previously made it impossible. I looked up at the female hunter with hatred and what I saw made me hate her even more- it was one of the hunters who killed my parents.
"…Run…"my alpha commanded and this time I did as I was told. I ran and I never looked back.
A month later...
I was walking through a dark forest- the only light was from the moon that lit the sky. As I looked around it I noticed someone else was standing opposite me. He was about my age with brown hair and looked like your average teenager, although, his red eyes signalling he was an alpha kind of ruined the whole normal vibe. He looked at me with a confused stare, obviously doing exactly what I had done. Before he could say anything, I ran. I ran as fast as I could through the overgrown forestry not stopping at his shouts. Suddenly I was pulled into the air, no longer able to move. I felt like I was about to explode- every single atom in me felt like it was being heated up by an open flame. My vision was starting to go blurry and the guy was shouting something whilst looking extremely worried. Before I could figure out what he was trying to say, I felt like millions of facts and memories were being downloaded into me. Then everything went black.
I woke with a start, my breathing rapid even with my attempts to calm it. Thankfully no one was sitting next to me, in fact the whole bus was quiet. As I sat back into my chair, I looked at the place that would become my new home:
Beacon Hills
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