The next morning, my eyelids fluttered open as I slowly regained consciousness. When I could see well enough, I raised myself onto my elbows and took in my surroundings. Light filtered through the trees, throwing a soft green light on the forest floor. The forest floor? Oh God. I thought as I remembered what had happened the previous night. Biting my lip, I looked down at my left shoulder, where I had been bitten by that wild animal. There was a massive bite mark, which was still bleeding slightly on the tanned skin of my shoulder. The pain itself, wasn't too bad, so I got to my feet and attempted to navigate myself through the dense undergrowth of the woods.
"I'm in deep shit…" I mutter to myself as I eventually get back into the path that I originally walked into the woods along. As I near the edge of the woods, I can hear somebody's car horn, so I hurry along until I can see a break through the trees. I wander out onto the road and I realise that I'm just down the street from my house. As I dawdle back home, I am very surprised by the three police cars parked out the front of my house. When I walk in the door, my father is sitting on the lounge, head in his hands, talking to a middle-aged officer.
When he looks up I smile weakly and say "Hiya Dad." He rushes at me, embracing me in a bear hug. "Alaska! I was so worried about you! I came home last night and Eddy was at home all by himself and he said he had no idea where you were. What happened? " He half-yells. "I know Dad, I'm sorry. I went for a walk yesterday afternoon and I got lost and was attacked by some sort of wild animal." I tell him. At this the officer looks up. "Wild animal?" he asks. "Sorry Alaska, I'm Sherriff Stilinksi, would you mind telling me about what you saw last night?" I nod my head slowly, recognising the man to be Stiles' father and I launch into the events of last night.
Once I'm done, and the attack I witnessed last night has been recorded down, the police force bid us good bye and leave to return to the station. My dad then suddenly reels on me. "What the hell Alaska, I was worried sick! Couldn't you have left a note or something? Why were you so late last night anyway!?" I roll my eyes. Classic Dad, have a go at me while there is nobody around. I think. "Calm down dad," I say. "I went for a walk so that I could draw some of the scenery and got side-tracked until I realised it was getting home. You heard what I said to the Sherriff."
"I know I bloody heard the Sherriff Alaska, but that doesn't mean it's alright not to leave a note or something! How could you be so stupid? I haven't been this worried since…since..ah." He falters for words so I finish the sentence for him. "Since mum died, right?"
"Yes, since your mother died! Your exactly like her you know?! You don't care what people want and you certainly don't think about how what you do could affect others! That's exactly what she was like! She didn't care. She kept smoking when I told her to stop and.. and.. SHE JUST WENT AND DIED ON ME!" he shouts.
I stand there with my mouth open, tears slowly rolling down my face. "So this is what this is really about dad?!" I ask him. "I know she died BUT SHE DIDN'T JUST DIE ON YOU! She died on me and Eddy too Dad! BUT HER DEATH IS NO EXCUSE TO DRAG US HALFWAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY AND ISOLATE US FROM OUR FAMILY!" My heartbeat drastically quickens as I continue ranting to him, trembling with anger.
"WE DIDN'T WANT TO MOVE, BUT YOU MADE US LEAVE THEM AND YOU MADE US LEAVE HER!" I can see the hurt on his face as I continue yelling. "IT'S NOT FAIR! WHY DIDN'T YOU FIX HER! YOU'RE A DOCTOR AND YOU COULD HAVE FIXED HER! DON'T YOU CRISTISE ME ABOUT NOT THINKING ABOUT OTHERS, DAD, DON'T YOU DARE!"
At that moment, I felt terrible, agonizing pain as the uncontrollably, white-hot anger rippled through my body. My heartbeat was beating incredibly fast as my body contorted with pain. As I felt hair expand over my face, claws extending from my fingertips, I watched my father back away from me with horror written all over his face. My body surges with strength and power as I feel canines extend from my mouth. My father jerks back against the wall as he whispered: "Alaska?" I let out an awful, menacing howl and at that moment I lost all of my humanity and gave into the instinct.
I lunged at the man before me, wanting nothing else than to draw his flesh and blood. Using all of my strength, I threw him across the room until he hit the opposite wall. As I crawled over, preparing to feast, I took one last look at the man before me, blood slowly pulsating down his face from a wound in his head. As I did something in the back of my mind screamed "NO!" So I did as it said, and I turned away from the man, jumping out of the antique, glass window. As the glass shattered around me, I went to the only place I knew I could seek refuge. Some sort of instinct was driving me straight towards the woods.
I sprinted away from the house, running faster and faster, to get away from that man, until I collided head-on with something hard, warm and large. We both went down with an "Oomph!" As the person I crashed into, picked themselves up, I scurried away, covering my face with my clawed hands. I had no such luck, escaping though and whatever I had run into jumped onto me, pulling me to the ground, hard. I pushed the lean body off of me and rolled on top of it, straddling the person with my legs as I grabbed the front of their shirt. I gnashed my teeth at the stranger before realising with a jolt that this was no human being I had run in to.
Large, luminescent gold eyes stared back at me, sharp white canines snarling. A scrunched up nose and light brown hair covered his face. The person's features were almost wolf-like I realised. Wolf-like. Oh god, I've run into some sort of werewolf. I think to myself. The wolf-man snarls at me, pushing me off of him with surprising strength, pinning my arms to the ground, his claws digging into me as he sat on top of me.
"Who are you and what are you doing in Beacon Hills?" He spits, through his sharp teeth. Ignoring him I manage to spurt out: "Get off of me!" He shakes his head, his golden yellow yes glowing. "Tell me first, Beta!" I growl at him. "Okay, I have no idea what you're talking about or what you are, because quite frankly I'm freaking out right now!" I splutter out.
He looks at me confused, shaking his head he asks again, this time harder; "Your name? And what are you doing here" "Alaska Ryan. And I just moved here with my family. Please help me; I don't know what's happening to me!" He releases his grip on me and roughly jerks me to me feet. "One move, and I'll kill you understand?" he says as I nod in agreement.
I watch with wonder as his features slowly morph back into a normal human face, revealing light bluish grey eyes, slightly curly light brown hair, and delicately shaped lips, curved like a bow, surrounded by a very strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. He stood tall, about 6 ft. 1, with a muscly, athletic build frame. The face that was just before a monster was now the face of a freaking angel.
He stared at me in the eye. "Okay, now try to forget all of your anger, and slowly release any vicious or homicidal thoughts you may have." I listened to him, breathing in and out of nose, trying to relax. Once my heartbeat steadied I felt my body shift slightly. My face was pinched and pulled until the features returned to what I thought was normal. I looked down at my hands, which were now claw-free and slowly stroke my face with them. The skin feels soft and supple and completely hairless.
The boys eyes slightly popped although I have no idea why as he said "That's better, isn't it." I nod, my hand still on my cheek. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he clears his throats and says; "I'm Isaac. What are you doing here - Alaska, right?" I look at him and say; "Yeah, Alaska. Well I got lost in the woods last night when a big beast thing bit my left shoulder and…" my words wander off as I look down at my shoulder, and where there should have been a gaping wound, there was only fresh, markless skin inside the ripped shirt. "…What the hell! There was a massive bite mark there!" I look up at Isaac, who grimaced at me.
"Hmm," he murmurs, lightly running his fingertips over the new skin as I shivered at his touch. "You appear to have been turned and recently so. Did you attack anyone after you changed? He asks me. "Turned? What'd you mean turned? Did I attack anyone? Attack.. Oh god my Dad! I hurt my Dad!" I scream as I turn to run back to the house. "Whoa, whoa! Calm down Alaska! Where's your house at? He says as he grabs my arm and pulls me back. Tears rolling down my face, I tell him my address. "Oh," he says with understanding. "You're the people that moved in across the road." I stop crying for a second. "Wait, Isaac? Oh, I saw you run out the other night. Your dad… Oh my god your dad I'm so sorry, Isaac"
He gazes stonily ahead. "It's OK, he's already dead. Let's find your dad now before it's too late." I nod as we run back to where I came from. When we arrive at my house I rush inside, through the broken glass, towards my dad. The blood running from his temple is dried and when I feel his pulse, it is thumping slowly but steadily. "He's still alive." I tell Isaac. "Okay, I'll call the paramedics." After he calls them he kneels down beside me and says; It's okay, they'll be here soon and they'll fix your dad."
I stroke the hair back from my father's head before I look up at Isaac and say; "it's not okay. I did this to him. I turned into God knows what and I hurt him, really bad." He gazes at me steadily. "Listen Alaska, when the paramedics get here, you have to tell them you don't know what I attacked him okay? Once he is safe, I promise I'll tell you everything." He grabs my hand and repeats "I promise." I look back at him replying; "Okay." I wonder why this person I met mere minutes ago is being so nice to me as I sit there holding my father and Isaac's hands.
It all goes by quickly once the paramedics get there and soon enough Isaac and I are sitting in the waiting room, waiting for any news about my dad. Soon, a middle-aged nurse with bright eyes walks in saying; "Alaska, your father is subdued and he will make it. Right now all he needs is rest. He probably won't wake up until tomorrow morning, so you and your brother are welcome to stay the night with him." "Thankyou…Nurse McCall." I reply reading her name tag, as she smiles at me, walking back down the hall.
"See, he'll be okay." Says Isaac smiling lightly at me, revealing a set of sharp, white teeth. "Thank you," I reply. "For everything, Isaac. I still can't believe I did that to him" His simile falters, when I speak, as he remembers his promise. "Yes, about that. I see I owe you an explanation." I nod tiredly as he continues. "You see they call what we have, a disease of some sorts. Lycanthropy." I shake my head, confused. "Wait, you mean like a werewolf." I ask. "Yes," he says. "A werewolf is another term. In order to become like us, one must be bitten by an alpha and then every full moon and whenever our pulse gets too fast, we shift."
My eyes widen. "So when I had that fight with my dad this morning, and my pulse rate got fast, it triggered the shift?" I inquire. "Correct." he says "So when you were bitten, by the alpha last night, you received the curse. There's no going back now. You're cursed Alaska." "Are you a werewolf too?" I ask. "Yeah, that form that you saw me in when you ran into me, that's what you looked like too." He replies. "Whoa, facial hair on a girl. Eek. What a sight for you" He smirks at this. "You are a sight all right." He says, making a pink blush rise to my cheeks.
"But yeah, we grow hair when we shift. You seem to be taking this very well, actually." He says. "Yeah, I think it's pretty cool to be honest," I reply, "I've learnt that when something happens to you, you have to just accept it and move on." He nods in agreement. "I know what you mean." I found myself searching into his stormy blue eyes, as he gazes back into mine. I clear my throat and we continue our conversation about werewolf's, Isaac explaining about alphas, betas, omegas, packs and other stuff until we are broken by a nurse calling out- "Alaska Ryan, your little brother is here."
Eddy, then walks in and rushes into my arms. "Is he OK?" he asks me, his lips quivering. "He's fine, Ed," I reply, as I hug him. "We're lucky Isaac here, was there to help me." Eddy pulls back and looks at Isaac, "Who are you?" he asks. Before I can scold Eddy for being so rude, Isaac replies "I'm Isaac, your new neighbour." Eddy nods in understanding and asks to go and see dad. I tell him that we can't see him until tomorrow morning, so he asks to go to bed so that he can get up early next morning. I put him into one of the spare hospitals rooms and kiss him goodnight.
When I walk out to say goodbye to Isaac, I am surprised to see a man in his 20's with dark hair, blue eyes and stubble covering his cheeks standing next to him. "Who are you?" I ask suspiciously. "I'm Derek Hale. The alpha around Beacon Hills." I knit my eyebrows together. "You're the one who bit me?" I ask, venom layering my voice. He frowns at me. "That's why I'm here," he says. "You see, I'll ask you before I bite you, initiating the change, because there is a 50% chance of success or death. But I'm not the one who bit you last night. Somebody else did. Which means that there is another Alpha in Beacon Hills." He stares at Isaac and me. "We're not alone."