I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. I only own Katrina and her family.
A bright light flickered behind Katrina's closed eyelids as she began to regain consciousness vaguely remembering what had happened the night before. She and Scott were at Derek's protecting Jackson. Hunters shot them at. Derek got them out of the house and acted as a distraction. Running through the forest. Passing out. Deaton's place. Deaton's, that's where she was. Becoming more aware of her surroundings, Katrina realized she was lying on a cold metal table. Sliding her hands across the surface, she allowed her eyes to slowly open at the sound of voices.
"Welcome back to the land of the conscious." She looked around the room and saw that it was empty aside from her.
"You doing okay? Maybe you should sit down, huh?" Katrina remained lying on the table listening to Deaton talk to Scott who must be in another room.
"Where's Kat?"
"She's doing fine. Actually she should be waking up just about now as well." Swinging her legs over the edge of the table, Katrina hauled herself up into a seated position preparing to jump down.
"Kat?" Scott called out to her in a worried voice.
"I'm fine Scott." Katrina sighed and slid off the table. She still felt disoriented and started to sway as she walked. Entering the room that Scott and Dr. Deaton were in, Katrina felt herself begin to fall. Scott acted quickly, reaching out for her arms to bring her to lean against the table in the middle of the room. Before any conversation about what had happened could take place, the bell at the front door chimed, signaling the arrival of someone. Dr. Deaton began to leave the room to greet the person.
"Hello?" Scott tried to catch Deaton before he left the room. The overwhelming feeling of danger flooded through the two teens as Katrina stepped slightly forward to grab Deaton. The Veterinarian gave them both a smile before continuing out of the room.
"I'm sorry but we're closed."
"Hi there, I'm here to pick up." Katrina stepped backwards when she heard the voice. Peter had come to try and take them.
"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off."
"Oh, these two wandered in on their own." Scott gripped Katrina's arm lightly pulling her back towards him, guiding them quietly to the corner away from the door to crouch down in hiding.
"Even if they did, I'm afraid I can't help you, we're closed."
"Well, I think you could make an exception just this one time, don't you?"
"I'm sorry, that's just not possible. Maybe you should come back during regular hours."
"You have some things of mine. I'm here to collect them." Peter's voice changed in tone, reflecting his frustration of not getting the teen wolves.
"Like I said, we're closed." A loud crackling sound reached Katrina's ears but she could not place what it was. As soon as the sound started, it ended just as quickly.
"Mountain Ash. That's an old one." Katrina gave Scott an inquisitive look to which he replied with a slight shrug. The sound of wood splintering on impact flooded the Animal Clinic before Peter began to talk again. Both wolves heard no change in Dr. Deaton's heartbeat, showing he was just as calm as before the impact.
"Let me be as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed." He punctuated the last three words to get his point across. Retreating footsteps allowed Katrina to give Scott a small smile of relief but it was immediately wiped off at the soft sound of Peter's parting words.
"There are others who could get me what I want, little wolves. More innocent and far more valuable." Katrina gulped in fear turning to Scott seeing the same expression she was wearing.
"Lydia." "Allison." They both whispered at the same time. The closing of the front door signaled that Peter had left.
Katrina slowly stood, giving Scott a worried look. She gave his hand a squeeze and proceeded to leave the Clinic, giving Dr. Deaton a small smile and nod in thanks as she passed. She found her bike parked outside, blood dried on the inside of the sidecar. This must be how Deaton got the pair to the clinic. Starting the bike, Katrina went on her way.
After the visit from Peter at the Clinic, Katrina decided to spend the night at Lydia's. She was the only family that actually seemed to care about her. If Peter wanted to try and kill or turn her, Katrina was going to fight her hardest to prevent that from happening.
School the following day was a bit of a relief for Katrina. It was easier to know Lydia was safe since Scott was also around. The main focus for the trio was to keep Lydia and Allison safe at the formal the following evening. Katrina, Scott, and Stiles were standing in a more deserted section of the hallway trying to come up with a plan.
"Hey, I've got an idea. Convince Jackson to take Allison and you can take Lydia." Katrina threw her arm around Stiles' shoulders when she said the last part of her plan.
"Yeah, cause that's gonna work." Katrina pouted at Stiles, removing her arm. "But I really liked the last part though." She let out a small laugh when Stiles shoved her lightly. The boys could tell Katrina was more comfortable around them even if she still had her walls built so thick.
"I'm pretty much a certified genius Scott, the only person who rivals my IQ is my dear cousin. My plan will work, Jackson will do it. Trust me." Stiles scoffed as Scott nodded in agreement. Katrina smirked in Stiles direction and began to walk towards the boy's locker room, Scott trailing close behind.
"How is this a good idea?" Stiles shouted at their retreating forms before running to catch up. The room was completely empty except for the three boys and girl, allowing Scott to try and convince Jackson to take Allison to the dance. So far, the conversation was not going as planned.
"I got shot for you. Katrina did too." Scott looked over at Katrina for back up.
"Yeah, we almost died saving you."
"Oh yeah? Show me the bullet wounds." Katrina rolled her eyes; she was getting fed up with how Jackson had been acting lately. Especially since he had the look on his face like he wanted Katrina to actually take her clothes off to show him non-existent wounds.
"We… can't. Besides I'm not taking my shirt off in front of you asshole." Scott grabbed the back of Katrina's shirt to pull her back to stand next to him.
"You know they healed." Scott was trying to get the conversation back on topic.
"Convenient."
"Just do it for Allison, okay? She's in serious danger. I'm talking around-the-clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance."
"Have her dad do it, okay? He's the one actually equipped to handle this."
"How are we supposed to do that while not revealing what we are huh?" Katrina folded her arms over her chest, popping her hip out in annoyance.
"Not my problem." Jackson began to walk away but Katrina grabbed his arm and pushed him against a set of lockers.
"Not so fast buddy." The look in her eyes was enough to get him to stop. He turned his gaze towards Scott with a bored look on his face, waiting for the boy to finish his plead.
"You're her friend too. You are. All that time you spent with her to get to me, you can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible to not like her. You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt."
"What if I get hurt?"
"Then it's worth it."
"Not to me." Jackson scoffed, pushing Scott and Stiles out of his way. Stiles let out a deep breath before turning on the wolves.
"Well, I shouldn't say 'I told you so' cause it's not strong enough. How about 'I'm always right and you should listen to whatever I have to say and never disagree, ever, ever, for the sakes of your wolvlihoods?'" Katrina rolled her eyes at Stiles antics, keeping her distance from Jackson, hoping that he wouldn't try and make a move on her like he did on the full moon. Scott smirked at the pair.
"I'm not done." He started to walk towards Jackson.
"You're not done. Okay." Scott got Jackson's attention.
"One more thing." Scott began to shift, striking terror in Jackson's heart. Katrina sighed and shook her head, smirking at Scott's actions and grabbed Stiles' arm to walk the pair out of the locker room while Scott terrorized Jackson.
"Hey, what time should I pick you up for the dance tomorrow?" Jackson's voice carried down the hall with a trembling tone. Katrina openly laughed at how scared Scott made him. Stiles pulled her back before Allison could notice her cackling. He patted Scott on the back.
"Don't worry, we'll still be there." Katrina's giggles continued as she thought about the Winter Formal.
"Guys I'm going to my first high school dance ever and I'm going as a werewolf. Irony!" She sung the last word.
"I'll still be there."
"Is that a good idea? Do either of you have a date?"
"Who would want to take me?" Katrina's low self-esteem was making an appearance. Scott gave Katrina a sad look before replying.
"Not yet."
"Do you have a suit?" Stiles looked from Scott to Katrina. "A dress?"
"No." The teen wolves said in unison.
"Do you have tickets to the formal? A ride there?" Scott replied with a "no" while Katrina excitedly said "I have the ride part covered!"
"So you're gonna ride your bikes to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to," Stiles pointed at Scott, "without a date," moving his finger between the pair of them, "a suit or a dress or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your little werewolf asses?" Katrina slowly let a smirk creep onto her face as she looked at Scott.
"Yeah. You gonna help us?" Stiles smiled wide.
"Hell yeah." He held out an arm for Katrina to take and threw his other one around Scott's shoulders, dragging the pair down the hallway. Katrina had a smile plastered on her face that seemed the most real in a long time and both Scott and Stiles noticed, smiling at each other feeling relieved that the beta girl was finally happy.
In order for Katrina to actually be ready for formal, she had to go to the one person who had always tried to get her to do these kinds of things: Lydia.
"So, let me get this straight, you are actually going to Winter Formal?" Katrina simply shrugged as she let Lydia lead her to Allison's car.
"Hey, I can easily begin to socialize and such, I mean this is what you've always wanted me to do."
"Very true. Now get in, we are going dress shopping." Lydia shoved Katrina into the back seat of Allison's car causing Allison to laugh and Katrina to scowl at her cousin. When they finally arrived at the mall, Allison grabbed Katrina's arm to get her to walk slower than Lydia.
"Hey I wanted to ask your opinion on something." The blonde gave the brunette a quizzical look, urging her to continue on.
"I want to get Lydia back for making out with Scott, so I was thinking of getting her to take Stiles to the formal. Is that too cruel?" Once Allison finished, Katrina stopped walking, causing the other to pause in her stride as well.
"Well, what do you think Kat?" Katrina let a sneaky smile creep across her face.
"I was thinking the same exact thing earlier. Stiles will be thrilled." Allison beamed at the girl who proceeded to grab her hand and pull her quickly towards a waiting Lydia. The strawberry-blonde led the girls to the escalator, noticing Allison's quiet demeanor.
"What's wrong? You've been a little too quiet."
"Nothing's wrong, I just have a lot on my mind."
"You could smile at least. Ever heard of the saying 'Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile'?" Katrina scoffed at the phrase.
"Yes because that is all you ever tell me. Smile Kat, blah, blah, blah." Lydia glared playfully at her cousin, knowing that she wasn't angry with her over it. The small smile that graced her lips was proof enough.
"Smile Allison, I'm buying you a dress."
"I have to admit, as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected."
"Wonderful. I have to buy one for Kat too. Lord knows she wouldn't know how to properly dress for this."
"Hey! I'm deeply offended by that. I like how I look." Katrina hugged her maroon cardigan closer to her body, carefully observing her outfit of black skinny jeans, a black silk button up, and a pair of floral combat boots.
"You look fine Kat. But Lydia, that's not as much as I'm going to ask for." Lydia paused at the top of the escalator to see what Allison meant.
"What? What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided-up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with someone else." Katrina stepped out from behind Allison and noticed why the brunette's smile was so devious.
"Who?"
"Him." Lydia followed Allison's finger to where she was pointing. Stiles was standing over by the perfume counter playing with one of the sample bottles. While trying to smell it, he accidently sprayed himself in the face, reducing him into a sneezing fit. Lydia's face dropped into a deep frown, catching Katrina's attention. She placed her hands on her cousin's shoulders and gave her a slight push in the boy's direction.
"Aww, don't frown Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile. You also don't want wrinkles at this age." Lydia turned to glare at the girls before they all looked back at Stiles, who noticed their presence, giving them a small wave. Katrina returned the gesture, giving the hyper boy a sly wink before dragging Allison off towards the dresses.
Dresses were never Katrina's thing. Lydia always pulled off the look better than her. She was the gorgeous genius while Katrina was the loner. Well, she wasn't as much of a loner anymore. She had a small group of people that she relied on; it wasn't much but to her it meant everything. Scott and Stiles became her friends after the whole turning into a werewolf thing but they still stick with her, making her join them for lunch and sitting with her in class. Katrina smiled at the thought as she looked through the racks of dresses. She could see Allison taking her time, critiquing herself in the mirror and Lydia throwing dresses onto the pile in Stiles' arms as he trailed her around the store. Dragging her fingers along the fabrics, Katrina noticed a black and red dress at the end of a rack in front of her. The strapless gown was black around the bust and waist and changed into a bright red chiffon high-low style skirt. She plucked the dress off the rack and walked to the closest mirror. Holding the dress up to her body, smiling softly at how pretty it looked against her.
Suddenly, a chill ran up her spine, alerting Katrina of an unwanted presence. She careful looked around the store and noticed Peter standing near Allison. Her eyes widened in panic as she began to head towards the girl but Scott's voice reached her ears before she got too close.
"Don't worry, I've got it." Katrina returned her gaze back to her dress, holding it back up to her body once more. She could hear an announcement stating a blue Mazda being towed and the quick footsteps of Allison as she rushed out of the store.
"I have to say Scott, I continue to be impressed by your ingenuity. Or was that Katrina's doing? Just remember, neither of you can be everywhere all the time." Katrina scoffed at Peter's antics. She knew Lydia was safe in the dressing room with Stiles and the store attendant and Scott had an eye on Allison. Katrina slightly paled, realizing that she didn't have back up as footsteps approached where she was.
"That would look lovely on you. It makes your hair seem brighter and highlights the red tones in it. That's the beauty of blonde hair, so many colors wrapped into one category." Peter remarked as he stood behind Katrina, twirling a stray curl between his fingers. Their eyes met in the mirror, causing Katrina to glare. Turning around, she crossed her arms over her chest, looking bored with his presence.
"You can take your creepy, flattering compliments and leave me alone." Katrina began to walk away to exchange the dress for the correct size, but the elder Hale followed.
"I just want to make sure my darling beta looks good when she finally joins my pack with Scott." Scoffing, Katrina grabbed the correct size and stalked off towards the register, leaving the Alpha in the dress department.
The dance was scheduled to start in an hour and Katrina was putting the final touches on her appearance. The black and red dress hugged her body, creating delicious curves while gently flowing past her hips. Black strappy heels gave her added height and made her legs seem longer, stronger. Her blonde hair was done in big wild curls that would put a Victoria's Secret Model to shame. Lydia would be proud of how flawless she had done her makeup. A bold red lip matching her skirt, made her look devious paired with her simple black lined eyes.
Slipping on a pair of jeans underneath her dress, Katrina shrugged on her favorite leather jacket and grabbed the keys to her motorcycle. Descending the stairs, she realized her parents weren't home, not that it bothered her in the slightest. With one final fluff of her hair, Katrina walked out of her front door towards her ride. Strutting down the sidewalk, she took in the sight of her sidecar, precariously parked near the garage. After staring at it for a few minutes, Katrina decided it was probably smarter to take it with her just in case trouble chose to rear its ugly head. Forgoing her helmet, Katrina stepped on the throttle and headed towards the school.
Swiftly entering the parking lot, Katrina noticed an open space near the freshly parked blue jeep that she associated with Stiles. He and Lydia were standing by the side of it, talking lightly. Parking the bike, Katrina gave her hair a small fluff to fix it from driving. Lydia's eyes went wide at the sight before her.
"You actually came and everything." Katrina's red painted lips made her smirk seem so much more deadly.
"Well yeah. I said I was, you got my ticket?"
"Oh yeah, I'm not letting you ditch out on this." Stiles smirked, holding out his arm for Lydia, who took it with sass. He gave Katrina a smile and held out his other one for her. Her eyebrows shot to her hairline, giving him a questioning look.
"You don't have a date and a girl who looks as pretty as you shouldn't walk in alone." Katrina smiled brightly at the boy before taking his arm allowing the Sheriff's son to escort the Martin's into the gym.
Upon entering the gym, Katrina broke off from Stiles to let him enjoy his date in peace even if Lydia was being stubborn. Heading towards the bleachers, she sat down in the first row, crossed her legs, and propped her elbow up on her knee to rest her cheek in her hand. A small sigh left her lips watching all the dancing teens before her. She noticed that Stiles had managed to get Lydia up to dance with him after sitting at a table for a while. Katrina let a small smile grace her lips at how happy he looked. She was wondering why she even bothered coming tonight; she dressed up to just sit by herself. Her ears perked up at the sound of Scott's voice behind her.
"I'm glad you're here Kat. I'm going to go out there and find Allison but try and have some fun. Stiles was right, a girl who looks as pretty as you shouldn't be alone." Katrina felt her heart swell at his words. Twice in one night, these boys who had willingly been there for her and became her friends, had complimented her. It was the first time that someone other than Lydia paid attention to her appearance. She let a small smile creep onto her face as she watched the night unfold.
"McCall! I see you! Come here, buddy! Come here. McCall!" Coach's shouts filled the gymnasium as Katrina began to shake with laughter. She could see Scott weaving through the crowd looking for a way to escape Coach.
"Get out of my way! McCall! It's a small gym, buddy. I'm gonna find you. I gotcha, McCall, come here! Get out of my way! McCall!"
Scott's desperate voice reached her ears next.
"Danny, dance with me!"
"What?"
"Dance with me!"
"No."
"Please. Right now!" Instead of waiting for an answer, Scott dragged Danny out on to the dance floor.
"McCall! You're not supposed to…. What the hell are you… What the hell are you doing?" The DJ turned off the music so everyone ended up hearing what Coach was yelling.
"Yes Coach?" Scott pulled himself closer to Danny.
"Oh ha, ha, ha, ha! Hold on, you… I was just saying he's not supposed to… I mean, I wasn't saying he shouldn't… You guys don't think… You don't… I… I was…" Katrina's couldn't breathe due to how hard she was silently laughing.
"Just dance, everybody! Just dance! Dance! It's a party!" Coach turned around, walking away from the scene he just caused. Katrina was shaking so much from laughing she almost fell off the bench she was sitting on.
Sitting further down the same bench was Isaac Lahey, who was laughing himself at Katrina's mishap. A slow song came on and Isaac wanted to gather up the courage and ask Katrina to dance but he was too afraid to approach the pretty rebel loner who looked beautiful, the personification of hell on high heels. He noticed her get up from her seat and walk towards him. She gave him a dazzling smile in passing, speaking loudly to be heard over the music.
"Hi Isaac, you look great. If I weren't on my way to find Stiles, I would totally stay and hang out with you. Try and get out there and dance huh? One of us has to." She patted his bicep twice, flashing another bright smile, and proceeded towards where she last saw Stiles. Isaac's mouth was slightly open during everything, not finding the words to say to the girl.
"Fuck. Why couldn't I just tell her she looked gorgeous and asked her to dance? Fuck damn it. Ugh." Katrina could still hear the string of curses leaving Isaac's mouth, letting herself smile at the shy boy's antics.
Her search for Stiles ended badly. Walking into the hallway outside the gym, Katrina got the feeling she always got when the Alpha was near. She sprinted as fast as she could in heels towards the parking lot. There was a big panic outside and she had no idea what happened. Katrina saw Stiles jeep drive past her with Peter seated in the passenger seat. She began to head towards her bike when she saw Jackson carrying a girl with red hair, no not red hair, strawberry-blonde.
"Jackson! Jackson! Oh my God," Katrina shouted as she ran to him.
"What happened? Oh God. WHAT HAPPENED!" Lydia was in Jackson's arms, covered in blood. Her dress was torn, showing a large bite mark in her side. Katrina reached out to touch her but was terrified of her control at the moment. She knew who was behind this but there was nothing she could do at the time. Tears were furiously streaming down her face.
"JACKSON WHAT HAPPENED!"
Woah intense! Only one chapter left in Season 1 and then it's on to Season 2. Comments, Questions, or anything really are greatly welcomed! Let me know what you think! I'll hopefully post faster now that my job is back to a solid schedule. Until next chapter :) ~Kathryn