Wolf's Bane
By wolfgal97
Chapter 1
I headed into the school, set loose to track down the hunter's prey. My black boots moved silently on the tiled halls of the school as I looked for the office.
I was free for the first time in seven years and I was utterly terrified.
All of these people surrounded me, smelling so totally human, it was suffocating. For years, I'd been abused by humans, and now I was covered in their scent, drowning in a sea of them. I was too scared to even take my eyes off the ground.
But something in me, the girl I used to be, she urged me to be strong. I was a surviver, and to survive, you have to be able to adapt to a situation. Doing just that, I managed to look up.
All just in time to make eye contact with a boy who had dark eyes.
He was younger than me by a few years. He had long, dark hair and mocha colored skin. I could sense that he was a kind person. It just was a feeling that rolled off from him. I decided that he would be a good person to start with.
"Uh, hello," I said timidly as I walked over to him. "My name's Zeva. I... I'm looking for the office. I'm new and I need to get my schedule. Can you help me?"
The boy smiled sweetly and nodded. "Yeah, it's just down that hall," he said, pointing behind me. "My name's Scott, by the way. I would walk you there, but if I'm late to class, I'll get detention."
"That's fine," I assured him, feeling very surreal to be having an actual conversation. "I'll see you later, Scott," I said quietly before darting off in the direction he pointed out. I got my schedule from the secretary and headed to my first class, which was English.
I had just made it to the door when the bell rang. The teacher smiled at me. "Ah, you must be the new student. Zelda?" he asked.
I blushed, hating my name. "It's Zeva, sir," I said, feeling odd, correcting someone when it had always been me who needed to be corrected for all these years.
"Well, come on in, then, Zeva and we'll get you introduced to the class." I followed him in and immediately spotted the mocha-skinned boy from earlier. Scott was seated by a girl with pale skin and dark hair. Something about her seamed familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"Everyone," the teacher said, "I would like to introduce a new student, Zeva. She just moved here from Missouri." With that, he gestured to the empty seat in the back next to a blond girl who wore dark, baggy clothes. I moved instantly and sat down. She smiled me and I offered a tentative one of my own. I also looked to the top of her paper where her name, Erica, was written neatly in cursive.
"Oh, and Mr. McCall, I would appreciate it if you would try to get here a little earlier than I do, not at the same time," the teacher said, looking over to Scott.
"Sir," I said quietly, "I was lost and he directed me to the office this morning. That's why he was late. I'm sorry."
"Oh," the teacher balked, "well then you are forgiven this time, Scott. But try not to make this a habit."
He nodded and mumbled, "Yes sir," before he turned to mouth "Thank you," to me, but I wasn't looking at him. I was still trying to figure out why I'd spoken up for him. Though I knew I wasn't at risk here at school, I still felt beyond terrified by authority figures.
The rest of the day sailed by. Nothing odd happened, and before I knew it, it was lunch time. I wasn't hungry, so I went to the cafeteria to find a place to sit. Scott saw me and waved me over to him. I gave a small smile and joined him and his friend, who had a big smile and short hair.
"Would you like to sit with us?" Scott asked, "I kinda owe you after you saved my butt this morning."
"Sure. Thanks," I said, slipping soundlessly into a seat next to his friend. He looked at me when he though I wasn't looking, eyes wide. He whispered, "she's hot!" to Scott. I couldn't help but smile at that. It was nice to be complimented.
"Hi, I'm Stiles," he said, shaking my hand lightly. I raised my eyebrows at him and smiled, but it wasn't a full smile. He had touched me. A human touched me and hadn't meant harm. For some reason, my mind was having a hard time absorbing this.
I didn't have long to consider it, though. We were joined by the dark haired girl, another female with strawberry blond hair, and an athletic looking boy.
"Hi, I'm Allison Argent," the girl I recognized said. My skin crawled, though her tone was pleasant. She smiled warmly at me, but I could see her aunt's face in her place. I took a breath and fixed a smiled back at her.
"I'm Lydia," the other girl stated proudly, as if that was supposed to mean something. "If you need help with finding out whats cool around here, talk to me any time!" Her freshly glossed lips shimmered as she spoke.
"Jackson," the boy said, "captain of the lacrosse team."
"It's nice to meet you all," I said sweetly.
"I know what it's like to be the new girl. If you want, we can hang out and catch each other both up," Allison offered.
"That sounds great, but I will have to ask my step-mom. She's very..."
"Protective?" Stiles offered.
"Controlling," I finished, smiling for real at Stiles.
"Why don't you come to some of the games with us?" Lydia asked, "It's a great place to hang out!"
"Yeah," Jackson added, "We play a game this Friday".
"Scott and Stiles are on the team too," Allison said.
"But Stiles sits on the bench and cheers for us and Scott does acrobats. I play a man's game." Jackson murmured.
Acrobats?
I smirked a little. "Sounds fun. Stiles can keep my company and Scott can win the Olympics. Oh, and Jackson, why would a boy plan a man's game?"
Stiles started cracking up while Allison and Lydia just giggled. Jackson frowned, but when I winked at him, he calmed down a little. The warning bell rang, so we parted ways and headed to our lockers. Stiles walked with me.
"So, Stiles, I was wondering if you and Scott would like to hang out tonight.
He grinned and nodded, bubbly personality endearing. "Sounds great! I'll let him know." With that, he ran off looking for his friend. When he left, my smile faded. Everyone was so... kind. I hoped that no one I met today was the one the hunters were after.
I found my way to my next class where Scott was already sitting. I made my way over to him and sat down in the empty seat to his left.
"Hey, I heard you want to hang out after school?" he asked.
"You guys seem like the nicest people here other than Allison. I just thought it would be cool to make some friends on the first day. If you're busy, it's cool. Forget it," I played.
Scott frowned. "Naw, it's cool. Where do you wanna go?"
"Actually, I used to live in Beacon Hills when I was a kid and there was this diner that was in town my family used to go to. I was wondering if we could go there," I told him
"Sure, but Stiles is coming too, right?"
I could tell he didn't want me to think this was a date. I decided to ease his fears. "Of course! By the way, I don't like you like that. I know you're into Allison. The way you look at her... it says it all."
The teacher started talking and I turned my gaze to her. Still my mind was somewhere else. I was wondering if anyone would ever be able to look at me the way Scott looks at Allison one day.
I highly doubted I would live long enough for that to happen.