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I can see all these images flooding my brain, of a night, three years ago exactly. The last night I was a werewolf. I was a werewolf…I'm a werewolf.
This thought is flowing through my mind. Those red eyes, that's an alpha. I'm starting to remember that night very clearly now, the night that a pack of alphas killed my pack, and my father, the alpha. But they left me alive...why?
I surge forward, I will kill him. I leap and at the last moment, I bring up my leg to send a spinning kick to the face. As the alpha staggers I deliver another hard kick to its side, knocking it over to the ground.
In a red haze, now hovering of the monster, I roar furiously. Staring into those red eyes, raising my clawed hand to slash its throat, I'm knocked over by a slash to my side. I do my best to roll out of the way, so the gash is not as deep as it could have been.
The alpha tries to get away but I'm not done yet. Standing up, I yank off the nearest branch from a tree and fling it at its head. This causes his head to turn, just what I wanted. I bring my hands up then wave them towards me. Beckoning him closer, taunting him.
He charges towards me but he's far too big, and I'm much faster. I dive under his arms then send a roundhouse kick to his back before he can even turn.
The alpha growls in frustration and takes a swipe at my face. I narrowly miss it, and get scratched. Taking advantage of his hesitance I tightly grip his arm and with all the strength I can muster, I bring my elbow down on his arm, breaking it.
He howls in pain, using his good arm, he slashes at my other side. I fall to the ground as the alpha makes his getaway. I'm definitely done now… Despite the pain, I rise. Throwing my head back I howl into the night, in remembrance …and revenge.
I find myself walking in the forest…alone. The air is cold and hollow. I breathe into my hands trying to make them warm. Dead forest leaves crunch beneath my feet.
After walking for what seems like hours I reach an opening that has a perfect view of the sky alone. I stop a moment to take it in.
Not a single cloud filled the sky, and the moon seemed to be at its brightest…I thought gazing at the sky.
As the full moon glowed upon me, I had the strangest feeling, almost like I was no longer alone. I felt even colder, as a chill reached me.
I suddenly became aware of a presence, something feral…bloodthirsty. Before I had enough time to dwell over this, I heard howling in the distance.
Actually, it sounded quite close. I began to run, weaving through branches and thorns and jumping over fallen logs at a speed I didn't know I was capable of.
When I thought I would reach my limit, gasping for harsh winter air, between the trees a light shone ahead. That looks like the clearing, I think.
As soon as I made my way towards it, I get tackled from the side. I banged my head against the packed dirt, my vision going blurry.
In the darkness, all I could make out was glowing gold eyes and gleaming white fangs. I tried to wrestle myself free but it was useless. I was completely helpless…Sharp claws pierced the side of my neck. With one quick swipe my throat would be slit and I would be dead within seconds. "No…NO!" I yelled.
I sit up clutching my throat, breathing deeply. I place my hand on my chest. My heart is beating pretty fast, but my chest doesn't feel tight.
Usually when I got nightmares, they resulted in asthma attacks. But that wasn't a nightmare, it was a memory. Thinking back, that was the time I had first shifted.
Apparently fearing for my life was the perfect way to get me to change, since the full moon hadn't exactly done it. Probably a result of being born a half-werewolf.
My father, my memories of him are nearly non-existent, but I know he has something to do with me being a werewolf. With my hand still placed on my chest I realized something was missing.
My wolf necklace…I had been wearing it that night, and then when I'm not suddenly I shift. I try to remember why I wore it and what had happened when I had got it, but it just makes my head hurt. It's almost like my mind is trying to keep from remembering, it must have been painful. Still desperately trying to think about it.
All I remember is waking up in the hospital with it around my neck. I tried asking my mom and she told me that the doctor couldn't take it off, because it seemed to cause me pain when they tried.
I didn't think about it then, but now I couldn't stop. What had this necklace done to me? And how am I supposed to tell Stiles that his best friend was born a werewolf?
More detail, a little action, some mystery….tell me what you think! Next Chapter: Scott's Confession and Derek's Suspicion?!