Short A/N: Okay so fanfiction wouldn't let me upload the entire summary so I'm just gonna put it here instead. Thank you TheHunterofFandoms16 for your review, I will continue this story, and thank you lacking a better name and rcha2011 for favoriting/following. Hugs and kisses to you all.
"There exists a world where Scott McCall never moved to Beacon Hills in first grade. A world where Stiles Stilinski and Jackson Whittemore are best friends. Here, Lydia isn't known as the Queen Bee of Beacon Hills Highschool, but as the nerdy red-head who pines after the smoking hot Lacrosse Captain. This is a world of could-have-beens. A place where Stiles' mother still lives and breathes... But for how long? And how will Scott's arrival change the fate of this otherwise ordinary Beacon Hills?"
Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing (except for the plot), if I did, Colton Haynes and Daniel Sharman would already be back and shooting scenes.
Anyway, on with it. I give you Chapter 2 "Harbinger"
Scott released a sigh as he stood in front of the doors to his new school. They had only just gotten to town a few days ago but his mom insisted he start school as soon as possible. His fingers were taught around his backpack strap, turning his head Scott glanced at the red Toyota twenty feet from where he was now. He waved to his mom before turning back towards the doors and taking a deep breath.
Might as well get it over with.
Just as he was reaching for the doors, Scott felt the breath get knocked out of him as a heavy mass collided with his chest. He heard someone, the heavy mass no doubt, mumble sorry before sensing a rush of air, presumably the person leaving. The teen caught a glimpse of pale skin, a spattering of moles, light brown eyes, and an earthy scent just as the mystery person dashed away from him. The student was no doubt rushing to his next class. It would be fifth period by now. His mom had really needed the sleep, and he had been fine with the idea of missing a few classes as he tucked the blanket closer to her that morning. He wasn't in a rush to get to class and the lecture she had given him during the car ride over was worth it to see the lack of bags under her eyes.
Scott picked up the late note, to give to his fifth period teacher, from the gray cement(it had rained earlier that day) before straightening himself and grasping the door handles to Beacon Hills High. Opening the doorway, the wolf's keen nose was assaulted by a million different scents and smells. The scent of each student's' emotions permeated the room. Anxiety hung in the hallway like a thick fog. Pain, loss, fear, guilt, anger. There was so much of it. Their clothes reeked of it. Scott blamed teenage hormones. He had forgotten about having to adjust to the new scents, the new burdens, this school would present itself with. Then again, he had some demons of his own. Ones he really hoped hadn't followed him. He wondered how long they'd be able to stay in this town before running again. Scott couldn't remember all the names of the schools and towns he and his mom had been forced to leave behind, all the people. He blamed himself for his mom's unhappiness. The two of them had honestly thought the last town they had moved into would be the last town. That maybe they could finally just settle down, and enjoy life. His mom had met a guy, David, and he had made friends. People he thought he could be happy with.
But no, Scott had been foolish to hope. David had been one of them, one of the people who were trying to hurt him. His friends were caught in the crossfire. Lives were lost, just like they always would be around him. That's why his mom hadn't slept for days, it was starting to catch up to her. The amount of lives, some of them happy, she could have spent in the different places they'd run from. It exhausted her, physically and mentally, all the running they did. He knew she was tired, knew she wanted to stop three towns ago. But she still ran. Still insisted she go with him. Because he was her son, and no matter what, werewolf or human, she would still love him. Sometimes, he wished she didn't. Then maybe she could be happy. Running was his life now, ever since his first full moon. It always would be. Scott was an omega. A lone wolf without a pack. And lone wolves don't survive.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness, again, but I promise I'm working on writing more. Hope you liked it, and if you did please feel free to review and follow/favorite. The time at which the third chapter shall be up will depend on if you guys still think it's good or not.