This Chapter was inspired by - Voodoo Child - Rogue Traders.

Anna tucked a strand of windblown black hair behind her ear as she prepared to enter the school. Erica was back on her feet after her last seizure but still looked gaunt and ill. Carly was shooting her disapproving looks and tutting. "I can't believe you would do something like that! Are you out of your mind?" Anna had rarely seen Erica this angry, and never directed at her, "Why did you listen to the boys? If you knew they were putting themselves in danger! Why did you not just ring the police?"
"I'm sorry," Anna mumbled eyes downcast because the floor had suddenly become so hypnotic, "I was a dumbass."
"Yep," Carly agreed, "But you're our dumbass." Carly threw her arms around her best friend and wrestled a kiss out of her.
"Carly, I'm injured!"
Carly released her and let her stumble away. The pain had subsided – but not at night, when the same nightmares stalked her dreams. Running through the woods, being chased by a wolf, coming across a clearing and smelling the scent of smoke in the air; seeing the pretty shotgun style house go up in flames and hearing the desperate screaming of those trapped inside – burning alive right before her eyes – while she stood there, unable to do anything even if she wanted to in this strange astral world. And eventually the wolf would get her and she'd feel it as she was ripped to pieces, splashes of scarlet clouding her vision…
"Oh my God!" Carly shrieked, interrupting Anna's grim thoughts. She was pointing at a sleek black, expensive-looking car that was sliding up towards the school. It was more like a limousine and shone in the bright Californian sun. "Do you have any idea who that is?"
Some kid got out. He had a shock of brown hair and black ray bans that veiled his eyes. Anna didn't see what was so great about him, until other people began to stop and stare too. The kid smirked. Obviously he was used to attention.
Anna snorted. "No… what's so special about him?" Anna groaned and readjusted her bag strap, hauling the heavy books back up that were threatening to fall off her shoulders. Her body ached.
"That's Alec Wild!" Erica gushed, "His dad's one of the richest people in the States!"
"So?" Anna sniffed.
"So," Carly stage-whispered, "He could have chosen anywhere to live. Los Angeles, New York, Key West, London, Paris, Rome. But he chose Beacon Hills."
Anna eyes narrowed. She would have to do some digging on the mysterious Alec Wild. "Maybe he did it to get away from all the gossip." She noted as Erica and Carly fan-girled beside her. The boy whipped off his sunglasses and took a nice, long look at the school, gathering a first impression. Then he met eyes with Anna and seemed to stop abruptly.

He stared at her for a long moment, and it was a passionate look that made her want to hide away. Recognition sparked and he came jogging over. "Hey, sorry to bother you I…" he trailed off for a moment before finding his voice, "Are you related to someone called Caroline Danvers?"
Anna racked her brains but came up short, "Sorry, no." she said and his face seemed to fall a little.
"Sorry for bothering you," he amended, "You just remind me of her."
Anna nodded not sure if that was a good thing. "Well… I'm Anna. And this is Erica and Car-" but when she turned to gesture to them, they had vanished. Anna spotted them again, fast walking towards school, "Cowards." Anna rolled her eyes.
Alec laughed. "I tend to have that effect on people," he said, "I'm Alec by the way, Alec Wild, you don't know where Room…." He glanced down at his floor plan and then back up at her, "201 is, do you?"
"Sure," she told him, "That's chemistry. I'm in that class, follow me."

They got strange looks on the way to Chemistry that Anna couldn't decipher. It was one of two things though. Her leg getting stared at because by now, pretty much everyone had heard of her run in with the "mountain lion" at the school or glares because she was walking with a millionaire's son.
"So, who do you run with?" Alec asked abruptly; Anna started at him in abject horror.
"E-excuse me?" she stuttered.
"Sorry," he said, "I put that badly. I mean, who do you hang out with. Drama kids? Chess club? Preppy, popular kids?" – He gave her an up and down look before adding, "Goths?"
"Oh," she replied in mild surprise, "I guess… I guess I haven't decided yet."
"That's nice," he told her, "It's good to have a choice."
Walking into class, Anna left Alec to talk to Mr. Harris. She took a seat behind Isaac and in front of Danny, smiling at both of the boys in greeting and wondering what Alec would do seeing as they had a test and it was his first day. Mr. Harris sat him in the corner and a moment later he was delving into his bag and pulling out his IPod and a book to read, settling comfortably into his seat that was positioned away from the rest of the class so she couldn't disturb them.
"Mr. McCall, please take a seat." Anna glanced over to see Scott staring at Alison and she felt like throwing something at him. Alison needed time, like Scott. The stupidity of boys never failed to amaze Anna. A second later, Erica came clattering into the room with her friend, Boyd. Anna didn't know him very well – the most interaction she had with him was when he occasionally came to eat lunch with Erica, Carly, Isaac and herself.
"Hey, Anna," he said as he passed her row, "I heard about what happened, you okay?" she smiled back at him, "I'm good thanks." He nodded at her once more before taking a seat.
Anna hopes were high. Despite the fact that she was failing Calculus twined with the Alpha problem, things were looking up. She'd wished for a change at the beginning of the school year and she had gotten her wish in many ways. She had found she was more popular than ever before, even among Lydia's clique, who had gradually gotten used to her quiet presence. But there was always the downside that came with so much happiness. It meant that evil had to balance it out. Her nightmares, being attacked by the Alpha, the scratching at her door, it all felt like it was building up to something Anna didn't think she was ready for.

And then there was Isaac.

She hadn't spoken to him since she'd cancelled their date. He had taken it well but there was an unmistakable hint of disappointment in his voice as he'd hung up on her on Saturday.
"You have 45 minutes to complete the test. Twenty five percent can be earned right now by simply putting your name on the blue book," Harris droned in his usual monotone, "However as it happens all the time, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with and begin."
Anna stretched out before attempting the test paper. She scrawled her name across the front and opened the booklet. She stared down at the papers in disbelief. "What the fuck is this?!" she whispered to herself but as she turned the pages, she found the questions seemed to get easier. She sighed in relief and attempted the first question. She looked up again and met eyes with Carly, who was clearly struggling. She shot her friend a sympathetic look before continuing.
Out the corner of her eye, Anna caught Scott fidgeting. His hands were scrunched into tight fists and his eyes darted frantically around the room. Then he just got up and bolted out. "Mr. McCall!" Harris shouted. Anna didn't even hesitate; she dropped her pen and rushed out after him along with Stiles. "Miss. Chambers! Mr. Stilinski!"
"Scott! SCOTT!" Anna and Stiles yelled their voices only slightly out of time with each other. The noise echoed across the empty corridors but they gained nothing in exchange. Stiles and Anna gave each other a frantic look as Stiles bent down and picked up Scott's discarded backpack. Stiles moved to his pocket and took out his phone, dialing Scott's number as Anna waited anxiously beside him.
Scott's ringtone sounded somewhere down the hall and Anna and Stiles followed it as desperately as Hansel and Gretel had followed the breadcrumbs back to their home. The ringing got louder when they pushed open the boys' locker room along with the sound of running water. Anna walked carefully towards the showers, her mind wandering back to the last encounter with Scott in the locker room when he'd almost killed her. The memory still made her blood run cold.
Stiles looked relieved when he saw Scott slumped over in the shower. "Anna? Stiles?"
"What is it?" Stiles asked. "Are you changing?" Anna said.
Scott gripped his chest, as if pained, and wheezed, "No. I- I can't breathe."
Stiles began rooting through the bag, pulling at the sip until he ripped out the inhaler that Scott had dropped the night he'd been turned into a werewolf. "Here use this." He looked at Stiles then at Anna, "Just do it!" she snapped and he pushed the inhaler into his mouth, pressing down on the plunger twice.
"I was having an asthma attack?"
"No," Stiles replies, "You were having a having a panic attack. But actually thinking you were having an asthma attacked stopped the panic attack. Irony."
Anna was impressed, "How did you know how to do that?"
"I used to get them after my mom died," he explained. Stiles looked back to Scott, "Not fun, huh?"
Scott sighed, "I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."
"Yep," Anna informed him, "That's heartbreak-"
"About two billion songs have been wrote about it." Stiles added.
"I can't stop thinking about her."
Stiles swayed on his feet. "Well, just think about this. Her dad's a werewolf hunter and you're a werewolf so it was bound to become an issue." Anna stepped on his foot. Hard. He yelped and sprang backwards, "Stiles," she hissed, "Not helping."
"Anyway," Anna continued, "I need to go and think up a real good excuse as to why the three us of freaked out and ran out of the Chemistry test that I actually could have passed! So, any suggestions?" the boys shook her head at her. "Great," she moaned, "Just great. Scott, just try and breathe and remember. It's the moon. It's all just the full moon."
Anna returned to Chemistry class, her head spinning with ideas for excuses. Whatever she said, it had to be pretty good.

"Hey guys!" Anna called at lunch, coming to sit beside Erica. She wasn't eating with Stiles and Scott today even if they were estranged from Alison and Lydia. There had been a lot of underlying tension since Lydia's clique had decided to sit with her and the boys at lunch one time and Carly had noticed. The four people she was sat with Erica, Boyd, Isaac and Carly all openly despised Jackson and Lydia for various different reasons but there was all one common event that the "hottest couple of campus" had caused. They'd all picked on everybody sat down at least once in their lives, even the sweet-natured Erica.
"How far are you guys with your history projects?" Boyd pondered. Anna and Isaac exchanged a look that told him everything and Carly sighed dramatically.
"Good, so far," Carly vented, "But Danny has Lacrosse practice twice a week and goes to the gym. I mean, who goes to the gym if they don't have to?"
Anna giggled and looked out across the cafeteria as she popped chips into a mouth. The face of a flustered Alec Wild appeared as various students bumped into him. He was looked as if he'd just stepped out of a designer catalogue that people looked at when they went to runway shows. He was wrapped in Chanel clothing, probably costing more than Anna's entire wardrobe. Lydia had also spotted him and begun to make a beeline for him when Anna decided to save him. "Hey Alec!" she called, he snapped around at the sound of his name. Anna waved like a lunatic; "Over here!" the four of them were giving her swift looks, shaking their heads at her. She ignored them.
Alec came over shyly and hovered by the table. "Do you want to sit with us?" she said, forcing Carly to shift herself so there was seat free. Carly looked disgruntled about having to sit right next to Greenberg.
"Thanks," he said gratefully, "I'm Alec." He said to the rest of them. Erica and Carly began whispering furiously next to her. She kicked them under the table with her good leg.
"The new kid, right?" Boyd asked. Alec nodded. "Damn," he exclaimed, "How'd you end up in a one horse town like Beacon Hills?"
Alec leaned back in his chair and shrugged, "My dad has is reasons," was all he would say in his defense, "Besides, at least the locals seem one hell of a lot nicer to folk then where I come from."
"I wouldn't be so sure, if I was you," Isaac said bitterly, "We still got an alleged murderer on the loose and Anna was attacked by a mountain lion."
Alec's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. "For real?" Anna nodded, "Well, maybe Beacon Hills won't be as boring as I thought."

Oh, Alec, Anna thought, If only you knew.

"What the hell was that?" Anna snapped at Scott as they rolled home in Stiles's jeep. Stiles was giving her a ride home today because Kyle had detention. Again. The full moon would be up soon but the effects were already beginning to show on Scott.
"I was only trying to score, jeez," Scott justified as Stiles looked exhausted. He rested his free arm on the side of his door and held his head. "Why does everyone think I'm such a terrible person?"
"We don't!" Anna yelled, frustrated, "But you're a werewolf, Scott. Ten times more powerful than a regular person. And you could have put Danny in the hospital today! Danny. Your friend?"
"But I didn't-" He began.
"-You got lucky." Anna spat.
At home, Anna paced in her room for a moment, before trying to video chat with Carly. Surprisingly, her friend wasn't online so instead she texted. She didn't know on what she was planning on doing Monday night if Carly didn't text back.
For a while, she sat reading, perched on the edge of her bed and then she went downstairs to get some cookies. The house was derelict, apart from Georgina who was singing loudly off key in the living room. "You wanna cookie?" Anna called from the kitchen.
"No, thanks." Georgina yelled back.

That's when she heard it. There was a horrible sound from outside and then the cat flap opened and the shell of a Siamese creped in. What she saw shocked Anna and she almost screamed as the mauled animal collapsed against the kitchen floor. "Tybalt!" animal yelped and ran to aid the animal before thinking. It scratched her out of fear, so she cautiously stroked the Siamese's head until its growling turned into purring.
"Don't look, Georgie!" Anna said as she scooped the cat into her arms. It made pathetic mews as Anna inspected the poor creature. It had deep vicious bite wounds seemed to cover every square inch of fur and bloodstains were thick and many.
"Oh no!" Georgina cried, "What happened! Poor Tybalt!"
"I don't know," Anna replied, trying to keep calm, "I'm going to take him to the animal clinic. Come on."

Anna waited anxiously for news on Tybalt. She'd called mom, who'd freaked out but couldn't get off work. Now she sat with Georgina, tapping her foot impatiently. She'd never liked cats much, but the Siamese had grown on her and they shared a love-hate relationship. Now, with the cat's life hanging in the balance, she came to truly discover how much she relied on Tybalt. Like how he would come to her when she was at her lowest and how he was basically her own personal alarm clock. She'd really taken the annoying thing for granted these past couple of years.
"Miss Chambers?" Anna looked up bluntly into the neutral face of Dr. Deaton.
"How is he?" Georgina asked immediately.
"He's sustained some deep flesh wounds and has lost a lot of blood. He's on an IV now and I'll have to keep him overnight for observation," – in a lower voice, he told Anna, "but his chances are slim."
Anna felt like crying. "Do you know what attacked him?"
"We ran DNA tests but…" Deaton trailed off, staring at his results.
"But what?"
"Well, it appears that a large canine attacked your cat. Maybe a fox or possibly a wolf," Deaton said, "But it's highly unlikely wolves are migratory but they-"
Anna wasn't listening; she just kept hearing three words over and over again in her head. Possibly a wolf. Her jaw set and anger rushed through her. Why was the Alpha doing this to her? It's toying with me, Anna thought, It's going after the people I love. Okay, so Tybalt didn't actually classify as people but he was still family. And how long would it be before the Alpha actually attacked a person she loved?
"Just go home, Anna," Deaton advised, "He's been through a rough deal but if he's strong enough, he'll live."

Oh, Tybalt, Anna thought, this is all my fault! Please don't die, you cute furball!

It was pitch black when Anna awoke. Her mom had trudged home at around ten and had gone straight up to her room, depressed by the news of her cat possibly dying. All the way home, Anna had had to avoid awkward questions from Georgina like "What attacked him?" and "Is he going to be okay?" she was thankful for the relief that came with her mother's sadness.
Even Kyle seemed torn up about it, and he despised Tybalt. "Bummer." Was all he'd said when Anna had told him the news. But at least he hadn't made a jab about the cat getting what he deserved like she expected her big brother to.
She stared at her alarm blearily and was suddenly aware of the sharp pain shooting through her leg like someone was twisted a knife around in her wound. She bolted up right and ran to the bathroom, locking it behind her.
She ripped her pajama leg up to reveal the wound. The stiches were coming free of their own accord, as if her skin were rejecting them. Her muscles strained against them, forcing them free, sending agony panging through her body.
The pain was increasing, and with a sharp tug she pulled them free. The pain lessened immediately, and Anna grabbed a washcloth to dab at the river of blood that had welled to the surface. But it didn't bleed as much as Anna expected and soon only tip drops dripped out.
This isn't happening. Wounds don't heal this fast.
Her mind panicked, but she hadn't been influenced by this moon, which would have been her first full moon if she had been bitten. It had to be something else, she just didn't know what yet.

She tried to fall back to sleep but all she could hear was loud drumming in the distance that seemed to be gaining on her. She moaned in bed and reached to stroke the scars that had begun to throb again. Maybe she should go back to the hospital.
There was a soft knock outside her door. "Sweetie?" her mother called, "Are you alright?"
Anna sighed, "I can't sleep for all that drumming."
Her mom was silent for a moment. Then, she asked, "What drumming?"