Hey guys welcome to the next chapter of WWRH I lost like 2,000 words because I forgot to save and shit so most of this I rewrote by memory. Though I'm here to wish ya'll a happy singles day just I'm single year...I suck I know. Any whore here's the story, enjoy. P.s I'm so ready for the Deadpool movies.

I woke up to a burning sensation of my cheek and the feeling of metal tearing at my wrist. My chest was tight and my stomach felt like crap. Instead of the dirt and leaves that I should of felt beneath me, I felt air. Like I was hung up. If I am that would explain the cold metal feeling that was cutting away at my wrist. The smell was almost unbearable, it was of iron and sulfur. Components of the human body. It also smelt of urine and fesses. When I finally opened my eyes what I saw was what looked to be a warehouse, badly lit by a single flickering bulb. And my suspicions where correct, I was being hung up by metal chains. I'm a straight up fucking Sherlock Holmes ain't I?! When I looked around a little more I found a table with multiple weapons used for torture. I would not like have those used on me, like bruh nah I ain't built for that. When I looked down at the ground I noticed something right away. The blood stains. The smell of iron was the blood that painted the floor. The cement was stained red with blood, and not in the good way.

"Your awake." I looked up to see the last person I would ever expect to be here in this ware house with me. My brother.

"Victor? W-where are we?" Victor smiled. He was leaning against a poll arms crossed all smug like. Dick. I feel like he heard me because he stared to walk over to me, he got real close, to the point that our faces were only inches apart.

"I don't know, if I told you, you might not trust me." I rolled my eyes and grunted when I felt him cup my face with his hand. It was rough and seasoned with scars. It made me wonder what he really did when he left early and came home late. "After all, all I do is lie." He smirked. "Isn't that right Christa?" I whined and leaned into his touch. Why is he doing this to me, I thought we were family. Family doesn't do this, right? Right?

"You know I didn't mean what I said back there Victor, so get me down so we can kiss and make up. Please?" Vic clicked his tongue and roughly rubbed my cheek with his calloused thumb.

"Sorry sis. I just can't do that. Orders from the big boss." I raised my brow and stared at Victor with fear filled eyes. I felt my heart jump into my throat and my mind went hazy.

"The boss?" He nodded his head and let his hand fall back at his side. "But he hasn't said anything to us in over a year, and he's just now deciding to talk to people again?" Victor tilted his head, walked around me and placed his hands on my shoulders rubbing them in a relaxing manor.

"I really wished you hadn't walked up the stairs last night." He breathed down my neck and made me shiver. "Why couldn't you listen to Allen for once in your fucking life." I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my head to the side. Then let out a grunt.

"I'm a rebel, I didn't chose thug life, thug life chose me. 2016, vote for Christa." Victor growled low and was suddenly in front of me again, this time with his hand on my throat. He gripped me and closed my wind pipe. His claws dug into my neck and made me bleed slightly.

"Why can't you just shut up and say something smart for once!" I stared at Victor, his eyes were filled with some distant vision. Like dream that he horde deep in his soul and he wouldn't let anyone stop him. It reminded me of my fathers eyes, but once I took a closer look I realised it wasn't his determination, or his love nor will to protect us. It was his crave for more power and the acknowledgement that he had power. That he knew he could make any Beta or Omega bend to his will. It was frightening.

"Victor please, I didn't hear anything. Just let me go and let's forget about this!" Victor clicked his tongue and walked over to the metal table holding the torture tools. He let his had rest on one of the knifes, tracing the edges that threatened to cut his skin.

"I'm sorry sis you never know, if I let you go I could just betray you again." Why did he take what I said so harsh, but when Ger said it he just sat there and took it like, like a man. Did I use that right, I feel like I didn't.

"Can't Christa, boss' orders." I tilted my head and clenched my fist.

"That's what I don't get? You're just letting him order you around, and you're not making a fuss about it?" He nodded his head and turned away from me. I took a deep breath and searched my mind for memories of our so called boss. He was a cruel man, but I couldn't deny he was hot as fuck. He is the Russia Mafia boss, also he is the leader of the Russian hunting division and ever sense the leader in Canada died, my grandfather, he had felt the need to take over and order us around. He was ruthless and unfair, he listened to no one but himself, he trusted no one but himself. That's what made him scary, the fact that it was impossible to get leverage on him. You can't threaten a guy who doesn't care about anything but his position, and you can't exactly threaten to take that away. It was just a giant fucked up mess. That's also another reason we moved here to America, but it didn't matter. That bastard still found us, but what bothered me now was that he didn't just kill me right away. He was keeping me alive? That didn't sound like him at all, unless I was to die here in this smelly crap whole. "Why does he want me here?" Victor shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I don't know to be honest. Might be that you heard some things, maybe he's just sick of your attitude. All I know for sure is that I was told to bring you here and wait for the specialist." Victor looked back at me and smirked. He must be a demon or something. Why else would he be doing this to me? "He's here." Just then the doors opened and a bald man who was no older than 30 walked into the building. He was wearing a black suit and those black clip on overalls that people don't wear to keep up there pants they just let them hang at their waist, all in an attempt to look cool or some shit like that. (I do that too so don't be offended) His eyes were a dark brown and his skin, of what I could see, was untouched. "Zsasz! She's awake and ready for you." Zsasz? I heard that name somewhere before. He was like a big deal to the Russian Mafia, and what he did best was torture. He could break anyone apparently, Ass-butt. He just looks like a fancy monk. He looks stupid in other words. Wow am I really this childish? God I need to get out more.

"Good morning beautiful." I flinched when he called me by such a name. He walked over his eyes wide and observant. It was kind of creepy. Like imagine if you were being stared at by Nick Cage when he's in one of his freak out moods. "What not gonna say hi back?" I rolled my eyes and regretted it instantly, for in return for my 'disrespect' I received a slap to the face, a hard one at that. I whined in pain. "That could have been avoided if you had just said hi. Ungrateful brat." He grabbed me by my chin and made me look up at him, his eyebrows raised.

"Hi." I said with sass in my voice. He smiled and let go of my chin.

"That's better, at least we're getting somewhere." I rolled my head to the side and groaned. Zsasz turned on his heels and glared at me. "Excuse me?" I looked at him with a lax face. "Is there something you want to say?" I blinked slowly and smirked before I opened my mouth to speak.

"If you want me to talk you're gonna have to hit harder then that." Zsasz grinned and reached over to the table holding his 'co-workers' and grabbed a rusty knife. Gross. Clean your tools bro. Like I know they're for cutting people but the least you could do it clean up after yourself. Wow, when did I become a critic?

"Of course, I forgot. You and your brother are from the north. You are strong, and hard to break. Some say you're stronger then the Alpha's in America."

"Oh stop it, you're making me blush." He was chuckling under his breath as I spoke. It was fucking creepy, everything about this man was fucking creepy. He got real close real quick to. God this was like have a conversation with Freddy Kruger.

"So lets see how long it really takes to break you 'big bad wolves'." With that he slowly cut into my side with that rusty knife. I could feel the rust scratching at my insides and fusing into my flesh. Is he trying to give me Tetanus?! I clenched my jaw shut and closed my eyes. "Yes try to fight, focus on something else. Fight the pain! Make this interesting for me!" I rolled my head to the side and let out a small yelp when he pulled the knife out all too quickly.

"Fuck, you." I spat in his face. Zsasz click his tongue in distaste. I heard a strange noise and I opened my eyes just in time to see him shoved the blade back into my body, my chest this time. I could feel the blade inside my lungs, I could feel myself drown as blood flowed in, and I heard the all too annoying laugh of Zsasz. God I hope he dies a painful fucking death.

Focus on the pain. My eyes snapped open and I looked around the room. Where did that voice come from. Christa, you need to focus on the pain. Where ever it came from it must be a fucking idiot. Why in the hell would I-

"Aaah!" My thoughts were interrupted by the pain of a long circular object being shoved through my upper arm. I looked over and watched as Ass-butt shoved a poll through my bicep. The fuck! "Fucker!" He smiled at me and stopped forcing the rod through my arm. The second he stopped pushing the pain stopped and I felt a fire start in my stomach. "You still suck at this." His smile faded and turned into a dark frown. He spun on his heels and grabbed what looked like a vile filled with purple liquid and another rusty knife. What don't like using the same rusty knife. Why are all these knives fucking rusted!? He opened the bottle and dipped the knife in it.

"Victor...is that wolves-bane?" My brother spoke up for the first time sense this shit started. His voice was shaky and riddled with worry. Dick. Zsasz looked back at my brother and laughed.

"Sure fucking is!" Victor moved closer and placed his hand on the steel table. He gripped it tight, so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"Isn't that a little acssesive?" Ass-butt shook his head and set down the purple bottle. "I mean that shit is deadly for us." What the hell? Is he trying to help me or something? Wolves-bane doesn't work on us at all, what the fuck is he even talking about?

"Not in the least bit." He spun on his heels like a dancer and made his way back over to me. Wierdo. "Your sister is strong isn't she?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then she will be fine no?" Victor shut his mouth and turned around and,...and he walked away. Rage started to flow through my veins and went straight to my mouth.

"What are you such a coward that you can't even stick around to watch me get killed?!" Victor didn't stop, nor turn around. Which just angered me more. "Your a crazy fucking basket case you know that? I thought that you loved me! Or was that just another one of your famous lies?" Victor didn't even flinch. "You're just as bad as Fargo!" He slammed the door and disappeared into the night, leaving me alone with Zsasz. I dropped my head and looked at the ground. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I held them back. Why is this happening to me? Why are they doing this to me, all I did was over hear some things. Was it that much of a crime?

"Well that was emotional." I looked up and glared at Zsasz who was smiling like an idiot.

"What do you know." I growled and clenched my fists. He smirked and held the knife high above my shoulder.

"I know that this is gonna hurt." I clenched my eyes shut and screamed out as he drove the knife into my body. I felt the wolves-bane sink in and travel through my body. I felt as it reached my brain and heart, felt it try to claw away at my life but to no avail. Instead I felt the adrenaline morph the wolves-bane, changed it into power. Zsasz should really do some research before he torturers people.

"You really suck at your job." I opened my eyes and stared straight into his, and watched. I watched as my eyes turned white and my teeth grew sharp. My body grew extremely cold and the metal that held me up suffered from it. The metal that held me, and the pieces that were in my body, grew too cold and ended up breaking, shattering into pieces on the ground. I landed on my hind legs, and slowly moved down onto all fours.

"What the fuck are you?" I growled low before I bunched up the muscles in my hind legs, and pounced on Zsasz.

Eat, eat up sweet heart you're hungry. Zsasz punched me in the face then crawled away from me. He reached into the back of his pants and pulled out a pistol. Aiming it at me he took the shot. It went right through my shoulder, made me stagger and become unbalanced. He is nothing, just a snack. I stalked forward, every muscle in my body was unnaturally relaxed and my mind was slowly slipping away. Any real thoughts were being replaced with one word. 'Eat.' I wanted to listen, I felt like I was starving. No, I was starving. With out warning Zsasz shot me again, this time I dodged it with a quick side step. It was so easy, all of this was so easy.

"Hungry, so hungry." The words were spilling out of my mouth on repeat. My body moved forward with speed not even known to a werewolf of my calibur. I reached out and grabbed his leg, and used it to throw him into the wall. He hit the wall hard and fell the the ground. I heard his bones crack and pop. He was dizzy and weak, now was the time to finish it. I rushed forward and used my arms to pin him down, using all my body weight just to make sure he wasn't faking this weak state. I felt my jaw enlarge as I opened it up. It popped and cracked in all the right places. I could feel the drool pouring out of my mouth onto Zsasz. I could hear his heart, it sounded like a frightened rabbit that is about to die. His skin was hot and his breath was laboured. He knew he was about to die, and so did I.

Eat! That was my last thought before I used my teeth to tear into his stomach. His scream was so hideous it made me want to puke, but I didn't. I was too busy eating the vagrant. I tore him open and had eaten almost half of him before the doors to the storage house opened. I quickly backed away from the body and ran for the shadows. My mind may be lost to me, but that doesn't mean I'm fucking stupid, I'm still being hunted. I watched from the darkness as a man with a hood on walked into the building. He looked around and quickly noticed the body, he walked over and kneeled down. When I saw the chance, I ran. I grabbed my back pack and ran. What happened next I will never know, I really didn't want to stick around to find out so I ran. I ran out of the building and down the alley way. I needed to hide, to run some where. Should I go... Home? Was it even safe to go back there. No it's not, I need to go some place else... Someone I can trust, someone that wont betray me. . . . . Stiles.

I quickly washed my face and body off, my clothes were in the trash and I was borrowing some of Stiles' clothes. Hope he don't mind. After I was sure that no blood remained on my body I left the bathroom and headed for his bedroom. Stiles was not home yet, actually no one was home yet. Still I could smell Stiles on the wind, it wouldn't take him long to get here. In the mean time I need to get on the internet. I want to know something. Quickly I sat down at Stiles' cluttered table and logged into his computer, and just like I thought his password was ilovelydia4ever. He really was adorable, I heard from Danny that Stiles has had a crush on Lydia Martin sense the 3rd grade. It's sweet. I logged onto the PD website and hacked into Stiles' father's account, what luck really. My new 'friend' is also the son of this town's sheriff. From his account I looked up some files through a very complicated search process. From what I heard my mother was last living in Wyoming before she disappeared. I had seen a few pictures of her so I had something to go off of, but I doubt it was enough.

I was wrong. For once. I found about 5 different Holly Riffs that lived in Wyoming in the last 17 years. Only about 3 of them matched my mothers description, and only one of them had lived in Canada prior to America. I clicked on the file and waited for it to load, once it was I quickly read through it and was very, very interesting. Apparently Holly had went missing 10 years ago. They 'found her body' on the shore of some beach 4 cities over. Though some test say it wasn't her, but they just swept that under a rug and pretend that the results never existed. That poor woman, who ever she was, and her family God I wonder what they did. I looked up more on Holly Riff and the one I call mother was apparently a morgue doctor, you know those ones who do the Autopsies. She had worked for the police station back in her home town before she came to Wyoming to work. Maybe that's where she and dad met.

"What are you doing here?" I spun around in the chair so fast I fell over, again. Fuck my life.

"You bag off Ass!" I rolled over and laid on my stomach. "Why do you always do this to me!" I groaned when I felt Stiles' hand on my back as he helped pull me back up on my feet. Which in return I pulled the chair back up. "Do you plan to knock me over in every chair I ever sit in?" Stiles smiled and then quickly frowned.

"Well I'll stop doing that when you stop lying to me." I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. "So what are you doing in my house anyway. In my clothes. Wow you're not bothered by my dirty room or anything. I mean you could have gave me a heads up before you came here, I could have cleaned up." I hugged myself and groaned.

"Things happened. Bad things." Stiles put a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I turned around and stared him in the face.

"I don't know?" I tilted my head. "Does it help?" Stiles looked up then back down at me shaking his hands then rubbing his chin.

"Yeah, it does, kinda, maybe, sometimes. Depends on the person." I rolled my eyes and walked over to his bed, quickly sitting down at the edge. Stiles walked over and sat down next to me. He was comfortable I leaned up against him. "So what happened?" I pursed my lips and felt tears form in my eyes.

"I was betrayed." When I spoke the words myself I could no longer hold back. I started to cry, I used to cry a lot. Back when I lived in Canada, and I would get picked on for it. I hid it for the longest time after I, after I took the life of an innocent. After that I decide that my crying just brought, well shit. That's all it caused. Shit, that's all that follows me around, but this time I couldn't stop myself. I needed to cry. Stiles placed his hand on my shoulder and rubbed circles on my back.

"Hey, hey. No I'm sorry I made you talk about it." I shook my head against his shirt and grabbed the fabric of his pants.

"I-it's fine." I moved over so I was on Stiles lap, in a straddle like position.

"H-hey, what are you d-doing?" Stiles got all flustered when I sat down. Understandable, but this makes it easier to hug him.

"Don't worry." I wrapped my arms around Stiles neck and burred my face in the crack where his ear was. It was clear that he was having issues with the way I was sitting on him but I don't give a fuck I just want a hug. Like bro even batman needs a hug once in a while.

"So you wanna continue?" I nodded my head and took a deep breath, trying to stop the tears just enough so I can speak.

"We'll my brother took me to this warehouse, were I got tortured but he ran out before it was done. I did something I shouldn't have and then I had no where to go so I came here." Stiles looked up at the ceiling and bit his lip.

"Now this thing you shouldn't have done. Is it burn all the evidence or say we're sorry and forget about it?" I let go of Stiles and wiped the tears off my face.

"You should get a lighter." Stiles nodded his head and patted my back. I got off of Stiles and sat down next to him on the bed.

"So where are your clothes?" I pointed to the bathroom and watched as Stiles went in and then rushed out gagging and screaming. "What the fuck did you do kill an entire bar of people?" I tilted my head and crossed my arms.

"Why in the world would I do that?" He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know what you would do any more?" I rolled my eyes and looked away. "Fine just get the lighter in the cupboard above the stove and meet me out back."

I waited on a white wooden bench outside of Stiles house. His backyard wasn't huge but it still had a nice fireplace. Wonder if they ever had parties out here, looks like it would be nice. Maybe I'll talk to him about it. While I was busy with thinking out parties Stiles had snuck his way in the back. What is he a cat?

"Christa." I looked over and stood up when I saw him with my clothes.

"Was it that hard to pick up my clothes, the blood doesn't smell that bad." Stiles nodded his head and walked over, he smelled weird. "Stiles is there a problem?" He nodded his head and looked down at my clothes. Oh. OH. Oh my fucking God! My bra and underwear were on top of the stack of clothes. Why didn't he just fucking move them?! "Oh, sorry." Stiles was looking everywhere but the contents in his hands.

"Let's just get this over with." I nodded my head and followed Stiles to the fire pit where he lazily threw my clothes in. "Lighter?" He looked over at me and held out his hand. I gripped the lighter and held it to my chest. He looked at me with a puzzled face. "Christa, give me the lighter." I shook my head and walked around to the other side of the fire pit.

"I'm gonna do it, they're my clothes after all. I paid for them with my money only right that I get to destroy them." Stiles nodded his head and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Then get it over with." I flicked the lighter until it sparked and the fire started. I kneeled down and held it at the edge of my clothes, and waited for the fire to start. It smelled like Stiles had put fluid on them before he brung them out. Maybe that's why he took forever? Once the fire erupted I stepped back and watch the red flames as they danced. The flames made me remember something, about Stiles. How had he forgiven me so easily? I had lied to him and then he forgave me, how does he do that? How can he do that to me?

"Stiles?" He looked at me and then walked over.

"What is it?"

"How can you forgive me?" I looked up at him, he wasn't much taller then me but not much taller to me is like a 4-6 inch difference. I'm only 5'3''. Stiles tilted his head then lowered it.

"I haven't."

"What? Then why are you treating me so nicely?" Stiles looked down at me and clicked his tongue.

"Because it's no use to get all worked up over something like that." I shook my head and hugged myself.

"But I lied to you." Stiles nodded his head.

"Yeah you did, but I think I understand why, but that doesn't mean I have forgiven you." I sighed and let my hands fall back down to my sides. "We are still friends, but if you lie to me again, I'll forgive you. But lie to me a third time...well that's it, we're done." I tilted my head and furrowed my brow.

"That many chances?" He looked at me and smirked.

"My mother told me something once, it's one of the only things I remember from her. Lie to me once shame on you, lie to me twice shame on me. Lie to me a third time and I wont let you make a fool out of me." I gulped and looked up at the sky, God help me.

I ended up sleeping in Stiles' bed last night, he slept on the floor. I tried to talk him out of it but he insisted. His bed smelt entirely of him, it was a pure smell that reminded me of a flower field. Like a warm summer day when you want to do nothing but lay about and sleep. But as all summer days it is ruined by the night, and the cold breezes that it brings. I opened my eyes to the morning sun that was just peaking through the window. I looked over to see Stiles still asleep, he was mumbling things under his breath. It was really adorable. I rolled to the edge of his bed and swung my legs over and off the side. I was so short my legs didn't even touch the ground. It's really annoying! A creaking noise came from the hallway, some one was coming.

"Stiles time to wake u-" The door opened and Stiles' father stood in the doorway. Not confused just, I don't know what to call it. "Why hello Christa." I smiled at him before I stood up and walked over to the door. "Didn't know you spent the night?" I nodded my head and walked past him, heading for the bathroom.

"Your boy talks in his sleep by the way." I heard Mr. Stilinski click his tongue before he walked into Stiles' room all the way. I heard something get knocked over before Stiles yelled something about tacos on Wednesday being a crime. What does he even dream about? I washed my face and brushed my teeth with Stiles' tooth brush, I'm sure he wont mind. I walked back over to Stiles room and God why don't I ever remember to knock! He was in the middle of pulling up his pants when I opened the door, and I don't think I've ever been more embarrassed in my life. "OH SHIT I'M SO FUCKING SORRY!" I stepped back slowly and I ended up falling over and hitting the ground hard, right as the Sheriff walked by.

"Should I be asking how this happened?" I shook my head and covered my face with my hands. Why does Gad hate me?! Mr. Stilinski walked away and headed down stairs, Stiles continued to get dressed by the sound of it, and me oh I just laid there for a while before I had the courage to stand back up and look at Stiles again. Something like that can fuck a girl up. It's not something you can just put a bandage on and then forget about it! I walked into Stiles' room and grabbed my backpack before running down the stairs to the kitchen. I am suddenly very thirsty. Feels like I have fucking cotton mouth. Like fuck!

"Hey Christa." I looked at Stiles and blushed before I marched past him and went for the sink. "So are you just gonna ignore me?"

"No."

"Then, are you gonna look at me?" I titled my head and thought before I spun around and looked at Stiles. "Okay that's a start. Look it wasn't that bad." I went wide eyed and stared at Stiles.

"Wasn't that bad? Wasn't that bad!" Stiles took a step back and his dad mumbled something about his being his own fault. I was suddenly very angry. What was I on? My period? "I walked in on you and you didn't have pants on! What if you didn't have boxers or what ever you wear on?! I would have seen your dick, and for what because I forgot to fucking knock! What kind of moron am I!" Stiles held his hands up and smiled weakly.

"Hey I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you angry." I shook my head and put my hands on my hips.

"This is not your fault. It's mine okay, I'm not mad at you I'm mad at myself!" Stiles scrunched up his face before he bit his lip and shook his head.

"Okay. Well we have to get to school so, we should really get going."

This was becoming beyond uncomfortable! Like can he get a fucking life? At the moment Jackson the Jerk of the school was staring at me from the back of the class. What made it worst was today we all got new seats, and I got a peak at the seating order. We sit at the same fucking table right next to each other! Fuck!

"Welcome class, could ya'll gather up your stuff and stand in the back." As if we were one entity the class moved in sync. We all gathered in the back and waited to be seated. One by one we got our new seats, I dreaded the words that came out of Mr. Toll's mouth next. "Jackson Whittmore (I was too lazy to look it up!) and Christa Rosemary." He pointed to a seat next to the window and I all but threw up when I saw the look Jack gave me. I walked over and slowly sat down in the seat next to the window. Jackson sat down next to me and I almost felt like killing myself right there just to get away from him.

"Hi Jacky." Jackson stared at me with a dead gaze and it made me feel, you know there are no words for how I feel. It's just too weird.

"Hey Christa." I blinked and looked down at the table. Lady Fate must really hate me. My thoughts were interrupted when a sheet of white lined paper came into my view. I looked up at Jackson who's eyes were glued to the front of the class. I picked up the paper and unfolded it, it read;

What did you find out? I wrote below it, 'Something interesting, but did you talk to Derek?' Then I passed it back over to Jackson, he scribbled something down and passed it back. 'Yes, he said he didn't know anything. What do you know?' I read the note and sighed before I answered him. 'I don't know if it's wise to tell you, it's not good at all.' Jackson huffed when he read the note and wrote something quickly. 'Just tell me, it's annoying not knowing what you are, not that you would understand.' I scoffed. He had no idea. I wrote 'Kanima' down before I passed it back to Jackson.

"What the fucks a Kanima?"