Chapter 1

Light seeped under the woman's eyelids, she restlessly shifted her body, willing herself to fall back into a slumber. Instead the woman remembered the events that unfolded when she was last conscious and flew open her eyes.

She gasped for breath, pain flaring in her chest. She tried to move but a handcuff had her attached to a makeshift bed. Her first thought was that she had been re-captured, but that idea was snuffed when she saw a new set of heads.

"Is this how I get repaid for saving one of your pack, getting hand-cuffed to a bed?" The woman shifted until she was able to sit up, looking at the four males, in particular setting her eyes onto Isaac and smirking.

"It's not a usual occurrence for someone to willingly help us, so you can't blame us for taking precautions." The one that spoke was stern, most definitely Derek Hale. The other two males she didn't recognize, one was clutching his arm with what looked like a new tattoo, and the other was deathly pale.

"Harper. Call me Harper." The woman spoke, watching as the others settled themselves around the old abandoned room. The one named Isaac sitting closest to her, obviously remembering something from the previous night.

"You're still hurt.." Isaac pointed out, looking at the blood that seeped from underneath the bindings. Harper looked down at the wound, inwardly cringing. "Derek we shouldn't push her too hard. If she was a threat to us, she would have started with killing Isaac." Scott spoke up, eyeing Harper with gratitude for helping one of his friends.

"Or..it was an attempt to gain our trust before she betrays us at a later date.." Derek commented, looking at Harper with suspicion.

"I was taken by the alpha pack that has recently taken residence here in this town.." Scott eyed Derek, not too pleased that he hadn't been notified of their arriving only moments ago.

"But..you're not a werewolf? Unless you are a werewolf that's under disguise, a-are you a werewolf?" Stiles spoke up, everyone in the room looked at him, a silence stretching until Harper sighed.

"No.. no I'm not a werewolf, but I was of enough interest to them to hold me captive. I'm a nymph." Harper coughed, her head swimming in pain, a headache blossoming. " Injuries from an alpha don't only hinder werewolves. I can't heal myself.." Harper wheezed, the forest singing out to her once again, aching to heal her.

"A nymph... I haven't seen one of those for quite some time." Derek raised his eyebrows, suddenly in contemplation. "Why would they want her though, it doesn't make sense." A hand resting on his chin in thought.

"A kanima, a nymph, what other supernatural beings are going to appear.." Stiles sighed, slightly shocked at the news.

"What exactly is a nymph?" Isaac called out, and without Stiles missing a beat went onto an explanation.

"They are a form of female divinities, deity's of the natural world. Embodiment's of the divine nature." Stiles began, Harper nodding her head with his explanation.

"I wouldn't believe everything the internet has told you though, we are known for belonging to multiple classes, ah, I don't know your name?" Harper rose an eyebrow at the boy.

"Oh! I'm Stiles, and this is Scott. You, uh, already know the other two I assume?" Stiles quickly replied, uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

"Stiles. First of all, I haven't been alive from the beginning of time, nymphs live and die just like you. We are chosen, from birth by the elements, it's usually the colour of the eyes that gives it away." They all turned to look at Harper's eyes. "The gold around the iris, signifying the connection with the natural elements. My kind is rare, in recent days, we are often killed upon birth by evil spirits, to stop the power shifting from their favor. The balance of the natural world can become quite complicated..." Harper finished quietly.

"I am still new to my powers, I'm only as old as you three boys in here. The whispers of the forest have been teaching me, since I was born. A secret that I've kept from my parents for quite a long time. I was transferred to Beacon Hills over the summer, my parents still residing in London, I felt the pull of the forest leading me here, something is not right in this town, and now I know what it is." The implication of the arrival of the alphas pack only furthered the worry that the alpha pack was here to cause some damage.

"The forest in this area has told me much, about Derek Hale, and the happenings in this town. I had been here for only month before I was surprised by the alphas, they obviously felt my presence." Harper coughed, holding her injury.

"Well, I think it's been decided that she can be trusted." Isaac raised an eyebrow at the others, waiting for them to say otherwise. When they didn't he hooped to his feet and broke the hand-cuff with his hands. "I had the key, you know.." Derek sighed, holding it up to Isaac.

"Uh, oh.. Stiles can get us another pair from his dad." Isaac shrugged. Stiles looked bewildered.

"Can you tell us anything about where you were, or the people you saw." Derek insisted. Isaac sat nearer to Harper, twirling the hand-cuffs in his hands.

"I don't remember how I got there. I was there for days, at least, it all feels like a haze. I saw two of your pack in one of the rooms, but I can't remember what it looks like. I was hung up in a solitary room, they wanted something from me; but they obviously didn't get it."

Harper eyed the back of Isaac's head, claw marks evident. "They took his memories.." Harper reached out and touched the closing wounds, Isaac looked curiously at her while she did it. " Just as they did mine... they dragged him into the room that I was in, they tried to pry information out from him. It was at that point that I knew who he was. Not long after a woman came and tore me from my binds, telling me where to find my motorbike. I brought Isaac with me." Harper sighed, her eyes falling shut.

"I think we should leave her for the time being until she heals. The alphas obviously want something, and they don't want to be found for the time being." Scott considered, trying to figure out the mystery.

Harper let her head slump onto Isaac, she closed her eyes and slumber came quick to the young woman.

"Well, we have school soon. I'll talk to the others and we'll decide what to do." Styles and Scott left the room, while Derek went to brood over his pack.

Isaac lifted his head in confusion, watching as everyone left him with the girl. "Uhh.." He gulped, looking down at the woman who saved him. Golden hair swept over her face, full lips and aligned cheekbones. She was fit, her body toned with muscles, tanned from the times she spent outside in her forest. Well, nymphs must be known for their appearance. Isaac raised an eyebrow, smirking before laying her down on the bed. He would have to thank the woman in the morning. Looking down at her hand that wasn't covered by a glove, he saw her veins flare up green.


Harper woke up in the middle of the night, a surge of power running through her as she was finally able to heal herself. She reached into her mind drawing out her power, taking off her remaining glove and holding out her hands, chanting in mysterious tones. Her eyes transformed to gold, she traveled the power through her body, healing the wounds and letting nature take over. Vines sprouted from her neck, wraping around her body, coiling themselves around her. She was removed from her trance upon hearing a cough, in seconds everything was retracted, it was only her eyes that stayed golden.

"Is that the magic you used to heal me that night?" Isaac had his arms crossed, leaning on the frame of a rotten door. "I wouldn't call it magic, but the power was similar yes." She eyed him, he had obviously healed a lot quicker than the woman herself, standing once again at his full height, his hair not glimmered in sweat like it had been when she saved him.

Isaac nodded, walking in to stand near the bed. Harper stood, stretching out her muscles from lying down for so long. "It was very close, you could very well have died that night." She smirked, "lucky you didn't though."

"Being saved by a hot girl is never something I would object to." Isaac boyishly grinned, not being able to restrain himself.

Harper snorted, "Maybe I should have left you.." Finally feeling herself the girl reached out for her clothes that were next to the bed. She looked at Isaac expectantly, raising her eyebrows.

Isaac stared dumbly for a few seconds, "Isaac. Turn. Around." Harper demanded, twirling her finger in motion.

"Oh!" Isaac turned, making his way to the door.

Harper laughed, quickly ridding herself of the bandages that were bloodied and dressed into her blue jeans and a white shirt.. that was ripped and bloodied. She stared at her top for a moment before looking up at Isaac's back. "Oi, Isaac. Got a free top?" She sheepishly smiled, while a shit-eating grin was on his.


As the sun rose the next morning Harper walked out of the abandoned house, stretching her limbs and readying herself to find her apartment. "So, was before your way of saying thank you?" Harper raised an eyebrow at Isaac, who laughed in return. "Maybe, but consider my shirt as thanks, for everything." He tightened his jaw, a smile playing at his lips. "Well, I guess that means we're even!" Harper walked out into the forest, the forest guiding her where she needed to go.

"Do you need any help getting back?" Isaac called suddenly, a hand helping his voice travel towards her.

'Nah, I got a pretty good sense of direction. I need to find my bike!" Harper called back, she could see Isaac cross his arms before stating, "I think I could help with that." Pointing his thumb towards the garage of the abandoned house.


Just thought I would get the ball rolling with a few chapters at once! I really hope to take this story somewhere different, and thank you so much for the follows and favourites that this story has already received! I can't wait to really get into this!