Chapter 1
"Do I have to?" Kayla drawled out as her father and her sat in his SUV in the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School.
"Yes, if you want to get close to them, you have to be in a familiar area with them. This is their familiar area." Allan Deaton, forever the voice of logic and reason in the Deaton Family. Kayla sighed in defeat but was comforted in the fact that she at least looked cute. Her hair was straightened and trimmed to be just under her shoulder blades. She wore minimum make-up, a little mascara and rose-pink lipstick. Dark colors had seem fitting for her first day at high school, but due to her father's driving her and his disapproving stare when he first saw it. Kayla decided against it. So instead she wore a skinny fit blue jeans that made her butt look good and a thin white vintage kurta with golden designs on it. Her jacket was a rusty old leather one she found in her mom's old closet. In her father's room. Kissing her father good-bye she grabbed her bag, another old beaten item that looked oh-so vintage cool, and walked into her new school. Brown sandals tapping the cement floor. It had been so long since she had been in a real school, and not in the study of Uncle Sammy's house with the other children. It had also been a while since she's been nervous. Kayla gripped the strap of her bag. She could fell the blood drain from her face and her skin grew cold. Nibbling on her bottom lip furiously, praying that someone may show pity on her and show her where the principal's office was. Bucking up enough courage, she swallowed air and tapped the shoulder of a tall buff dark haired teen.
"Um, excuse me but can you please tell me where the principal's office is?" The teen smiled kindly at her.
"Sure, I'll show you." Kayla beamed at him. As they started walking, she felt a chill on her skin and the hairs at the back of her neck stand-up. The wolves were near. Very near.
"What's your name?"
"Danny." He told her, giving her his hand to shake.
"Awesome, I'm Kayla." She gave him another friendly smile.
"Cool, so what brings you to our sleepy little town." 'Oh, this town is anything but sleepy' she thought.
"Missed my Dad." It wasn't a total lie. She did miss her father. He was her best friend; she used to run to him for anything and everything. "-and I kinda missed this dump."
"You're from Beacon Hills?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, I'm Kayla Deaton." She replied smugly. Danny's facial expression ranged from shocked to slight recognition. He chuckled.
"Short, a bit on the chunky side with large iron braces." Kayla laughed and smirked at him.
"Yeah, not the proudest moment of my young life." Danny nodded. He remembered her but she didn't remember him.
"Yeah, who was middle school kind to. Being the scrawny gay kid wasn't that great either."
"Oh my god! I know you! Gaynny! That's what they used to call you right? I hated how they treated you! Those fucking pigs! Oh my god am I rambling? I'm rambling aren't I?" Danny was just smiling at her.
"Yes you are," he paused and jerked his chin in the direction of a brown door with a name on it. The Principal's Office."-but its okay, we're at your destination anyway. Been nice seeing, hopefully I'll see you around." He waved her good-bye as he walked off. Waving back at him she sighed.
"Made it through one human." She muttered as she entered the office.
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Kayla's green eyes scanned around the hallways. Room 456. Room 457. Room 458. She cursed under her breathe and quickened her pace as the bell rang. English in Room 460, emerald eyes scanned the hallways crowded with scurrying students. A squeak of victory came from her mouth as she saw the room. Weaving through the bodies of hormonal students, she landed in the classroom silently and without notice. She spotted a seat at the back of the class and made a run for it.
"We need to deal with this soon, Scott." She heard a whisper so low no average human could hear. Kayla just hoped they couldn't smell her.
"We need a plan before we can deal with it Isaac."
"Stiles is actually right we need a plan, we need a way to kill him. We need a weapon."
"Careful what you ask for," she whispered more to herself, but two teens turned around searching for the source of the voice. Kayla turned her attention outside the window. She needed to find some way to interact with them. Soon.
"Alright class settle down!" A pretty brunette came in with a lilac pencil skirt and a white blouse with sensible shoes. Her eyes were different. She smelt off. Like those women Doctor Hannibal used to look after. The women went through something and it damaged her. As she sat down and scrambled through her papers.
"We have a new student, Kayla Deaton. Miss Deaton would you like to stand and tell the class about yourself?" Kayla stood nervously.
"I-ah I'm new, obviously, grew up here moved away came back. Dad's the local vet, so don't kill any wolves. I-um I like topaz?" She joked avoiding eye contact with the wolves in the room. After her awful introduction sat down and hit her head on her desk.
"Why am I so weird?" She bemoaned lowly. Someone chuckled behind her, turning slightly, she saw one of the wolves. Isaac, she thought his name was. Yeah, it was him less muscular that Scott who worked with her Dad. He's cute, she thought biting her lip before returning her gaze to the class. But a wolf all the same.
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"Yes Mom I took my medicine." She was sixteen years old. Old enough to have consensual sex and to marry in some countries yet her mother still deemed her unworthy of taking care of herself.
"Are you sure I know how you hate the smell of-"
"Don't. I know why I hate that. Its unnatural."
"Really? Because I remember-" Kayla pulled the phone away from her ear and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Smothering?" A male voice joked.
"At an inhuman level..." She groaned, her eyes still closed tightly.
"Isaac." Her eyes shoot open, it was the wolf from English.
"Kayla." She smiled at him. He smiled back, she kinda liked his smile.
"I've heard." This might be easier than she thought.