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Chapter 1

Stiles

Beacon Hills, California. I had taken the twenty seven hour drive from Dallas, Texas, across New Mexico, across Arizona, just to get to California. Yeah, I would like to see the asshole I call a father and that jackass Zane find me out here!

I should explain. Zane is my ex, well, he didn't know he was ex, I didn't really tell him. Though I wish I never met that douche. He would find any excuse to leave bruises and scars, just like my dad. Of course, dad did it for a completely different reason. Yeah, the asshole didn't like the fact that I was – in his words, not mine – a 'fucking fag'. Be pretty hypocritical if the guy I used to be going out with was beating me up for the same reason. No, Zane thought I needed to be taught my 'place' in our 'relationship' that I needed to learn that he was in charge and I did whatever he said.

That was why I left. After being beaten within an inch of your life by two guys who are older than you – one by two years, the other by twenty – it's kind of obvious that you leave. It wasn't like I could call the police; my dad was the fucking Sheriff!

So leaving was my only option.

I had money. I had a job from the age of thirteen, odd jobs all around town really. I did anything to get away from my dad when he was home. It wasn't like he noticed anyway; he was always drunk out of his mind...

I never spent any of the money, so I had enough for food and gas. But it wasn't enough to get me anywhere decent to sleep, which is how I found myself sleeping in my car, on the edge of this woods, hidden by the trees.

I had gotten myself into the university – student loan. I would pay it off once I got a steady job – after leaving of course. Besides, it wasn't like I was an idiot. I mean, sure, I did some stupid things that I wasn't proud of, but I was smart. Not that I let anyone but my teachers in on it.

I drove around town, in my Jeep, to get to the university, and already I could hear the whispers. People knew about me, people were talking about me. How they knew who I was, I did not know. None of them seemed to like me, which was fine by me, I already hated each and every one of them, they could go fuck themselves.

Oh right, you don't know, I'm a cross between a werewolf and a were-fox. I call myself a were-folf. That's how I could hear them. My mother was the only other one that I knew, and then she died when I was ten. That's when dad had turned to drinking. He was just depressed then. But, at fourteen, when I told him I was gay, he turned violent.

The university was ten minutes away from where I had slept the night before, so it wasn't like I had to wake up super early on a morning. I jumped out of my car, after parking it, taking off my sunglasses and shoving them into my backpack, swinging it over the shoulder that hurt less than the other – my right one, basically. I slowly made my way up to the building, not missing the stares I was getting from the other students. For a moment I thought they could see them. All the scars and my tattoos... No, they couldn't, they were hidden. I made sure of it.

There was one group – three girls and five guys – standing by the doors, who just stared as I walked past. They didn't try to hide it like everyone else. They seemed to be the only one that hadn't been talking about me, and I could smell the curiousness – yeah, apparently that had a smell? – leaking off of all of them. Werewolves. Well, not all of them anyway. Only one was a human – a brunette girl – but the other seven were. Right now, I was glad that I went to a friend of my mom's, asking for something to mask my scent. That way, they wouldn't be able to tell what I was.

"I heard he killed a guy with his bare hands."

"I heard he was in a porno, just so he could get money."

"I heard he deals drugs."

"God, with the way he looks, you'd think he was homeless."

"Why did they even let him in here?"

"Do you think he can even talk?"

"I heard he burnt his old school down."

"I heard the teachers talking... He tried to kill his own dad! They don't know why though. How sick it that?!"

That was only a handful of things I heard on my first day in the school. Hell, they were the first things I heard in my first class. None of them were true, they were just stupid rumours that some pathetic idiots spread around due to lack of a life. Ok, so maybe the drugs bit was a little true... I got done for possession...it didn't help that I tried to kill my dad as well... Hey, if you were me, you would want the asshole dead too! Besides, he tried to kill me; it's only fair that I repay that favour! Anyway, the drugs weren't even mine! It was around that time that I met Zane...

I sighed; shaking my head, trying to get back to concentrating on the lesson without it looking likes I was concentrating. Confusing, I know, but I hated people knowing that I knew a lot. I hated people knowing things about me. I didn't like trusting people anymore, I couldn't. That was why I was sat right at the back of my English class, in the corner – I could see everyone, and no one could come at me from behind. I was sat directly behind the brunette girl I had seen earlier with all the wolves. Allison, was her name, apparently. She was sitting next to one of the other girls from their group – werewolf, red head. Lydia. She was kind of like your typical cool girl. Both were talking about the work given to us, but I could see the slight glances they were giving me, just like everyone else. I desperately wanted to just turn around and ask them what the hell their problem was, but I had promised myself that I would try to get through the rest of my educational life without attracting anymore attention to myself.

So I left it. I took a deep breath, trying to keep as calm as I could, clenching my fist as hard as I could. I could feel my nails breaking through the skin of my palm with the force, but it was either focus of the slight sting or the bastards around the room staring at me. Fuck, even my teacher was looking at me like something on the side of the road! Oh, wait, I FUCKING WAS!

I think I lived for the moments when the bell rang, just so I could escape the stares. My free periods and lunch break was spent in my Jeep or under the bleachers, out of sight and out of ear shot. The silence was calming, it let me get control over my raging wolf and cowering-pissed off fox.

It was difficult being both, and difficult hiding on the full moon. My emotions and instincts were set right on edge; it was difficult to keep from showing what I really was. I managed to do it somehow back in Dallas, no one ever found out. Mom had kept it from dad, so I kept it hidden too. Thinking about it, he'd probably use it as more incentive to beat the shit out of me. And if Zane knew...well, he'd probably have entered me in some illegal fighting contest or another.

Yeah, I wouldn't put it past either of them.

It was as I was sitting underneath the bleachers that the group from earlier – seven werewolves, one human – walked past, not noticing me at all.

"I don't even know why he's here. If he's not going to pay attention, he may as well leave; he's so full of himself!"

"I thought he was going to hit someone... He was actually bleeding!"

"Hey, it's fine. This Stilinski guy won't do anything to you."

"Do you think we should let Derek know about him, just in case I mean?"

"No, Isaac, it should be fine. For all we know, he's just one of those loners that will ignore everyone."

"God, I hope so! I'd rather not have to deal with him any time soon."

"I second that. I have a strange feeling about that guy."

"Let's just see what happens. Maybe he'll just leave."

It was official. Everyone in the town and school were talking about me. Everyone hated me. Brilliant, meant I didn't have to be all that careful around people.

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People went out of their way to avoid me. If I was walking down the hall, they would part like the red sea. It would have been fine if they didn't stare at me as I walked by though.

But soon the bell rang for the end of the day; finally I could go back to my Jeep. Deaton – my mom's old friend that gave me the stuff to mask my scent – had told me I could go stay with him while I was here in town, so I had somewhere to stay. Obviously I said no, otherwise I wouldn't be sleeping in my car in the woods. I barely knew the guy; I was only taking the potion thing from him because I knew what it was. That didn't mean I trusted him.

So, yeah, I jumped down the steps of the university, heading towards my car, when for what felt like the hundredth time that day, I spotted the wolves. They were all standing by three cars. Two – one was Allison, the other a brunette guy – were standing by one car; Lydia was standing by the other with a guy who looked like her boyfriend, and one who looked like a Hawaiian; and the last three were standing by a black Camaro with a guy I hadn't seen around. Black hair, kind of spiked at the front, leather jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots, muscles. All in all, he was hot. And he was staring at me too.

I sighed, continuing to make my way to my Jeep, ignoring the people moving away from me, talking about me and staring at me. And then I heard hot guy talk.

"What's up with that?"

I didn't stick around to hear what the rest of the group would say. I didn't want to hear my life story – or what people thought was my life story – retold to him. So, I just jumped in my Jeep and drove away.

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