Disclaimer- I do not own Teen Wolf; and this is only my interpretation of the amazing show. I only own Cassie Prior and what comes with her.
Wow the response I got on the prologue was just incredible. Thank you to all the people who followed\favourited and reviewed. I'm glad to hear you guys like the idea of my story. Please feel free to review.
*** = point of view change.
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Run boy be a man
With legs too weak to make a stand
We're all crucified in the end
Can you hear a voice
Decipher it through all this noise
You'll be left with nothing again – The Pretty Reckless, Absolution
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Music drifted around the warm space of my old 1982 Volkswagen beetle, taking my mind off of the snow storm that was slowly creeping up on me as I got closer and closer to my destination; Beacon Hills, more accurately my sister Melissa McCall's nice warm house, where I would see my sister and nephew after a long two years.
My eyes stayed on the road ahead of me, the dim head lights on my old car the only light in the darkness that surrounded the road, and they were only helping just a tiny bit however my sharp senses could see past the darkness, and that's when a large sign came up ahead of me signalling to me that I had now entered 'Beacon Hills; Population 13,789'.
A smile made its way onto my face as I drove past the sign and headed straight towards my Sisters welcoming home.
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My car peeled into the drive-way of my sisters Victorian style home; shutting the engine off before jumping out of the car into the cold winter air; I opened up the boot quickly getting out my suitcase and book-bag. Shutting the boot quickly, afraid I might freeze to death from the weather; I head up the stairs that lead to the porch, a security light turning on when I get to the door.
I knock twice before the wooden door is flung open and my beautiful middle aged sister is revealed; her hair is tied in a high ponytail and she wears a pair of jeans, a grey sweater and a pair of fluffy ugg boots that I sent her last Christmas.
"Cassie" she smiles, flinging herself into my open awaiting arms.
We embrace in a tight loving hug that says so many things, before she pulls me inside where I am surrounded by the sweet scent of vanilla. Melissa's scent also flooded my senses as well as Scott's, but something was different about his scent. It didn't smell right.
I listen closely to upstairs and Scott fumbles around his room obviously looking for something important.
"Scott" Melissa yelled up the stairs at Scott "Your aunt is here."
I stand awkwardly by the door, while Melissa has to run up the stairs and forcibly remove Scott from his room. The two bicker for a minute before coming down the stairs.
And that is when I get a whiff of Scott's scent, he smells of what every teenage boy smells of but there is something different and I'm afraid to even recognise what I smell. He can't be one. Not him. My baby Nephew cannot be a fucking werewolf.
My eyes widen slightly as his eye flash an amber colour and then I know he's caught my scent. He knows that me, his sweet little aunt is a creature cursed to the moon- a werewolf.
I watch closely as Scott's eyes widen and his mouth opens then closes as if he's speechless, and he probably is, he just found out that the aunt who gave him girl advice over the phone is a werewolf.
"y-you're a werewolf" he spits out. "Excuse me!" My sister exclaims. I glance over at Melissa who looks like she's swallowed a rocket ship.
"Yep" I sigh.
I walk into the living room where I plop down on the couch. And that's when the questions start.
"When in the world did you get turned" "How long have you been a werewolf" they asked, "who bit you? Can you control the shift? What colour are your eyes?" Scott asked
"I got turned a day after my fourteenth birthday so I've been a werewolf for eight years. I have no idea who bit me, I can control the shift but people still are best to stay away from me. And my eyes are purple." I answered their questions. My sister tears up while my nephew looks confused.
"Amber eyes means- Beta. Red eyes mean- Alpha. Blue eyes mean- a beta who's killed an innocent. What the hell does purple mean? Please tell me it doesn't mean you're an alpha whose committed mass murder." A laugh escapes my mouth at his last sentence.
I shake my head "no, purple eyes or more accurately Violet eyes mean= Alphas mate." I inform him. Disbelief comes over his face, making him look constipated and it is so hard not to laugh.
"Mate?" Melissa asked.
"Mate, coming from the word 'soulmate', every supernatural being has them." I respond.
I look over to Scott who looks a tad bit worried "So I have a mate?" he asked.
"Most likely." I tell him.
"How do you know who your mate is?" he asked.
"Well from what I've been told, the smell indicates your mate, but you have to look into their eyes to truly know." I start "But I'm not too sure; people say it's different for every wolf. Some wolves find their mate and they don't even know." I shrug my shoulders.
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I close the bedroom door behind me before walking over to my king size bed where I throw my suitcase on top of the purple comforter.
I unzip the bag and grab out my pyjama pants and a long sleeve shirt, before walking towards the adjoined bathroom where I have a quick shower. When dressed I head to my bed where I get under the blanket, letting sleep take over.
Her heart-beat slows down to a steady beat; that's when I jump out of my bed and grab my phone; My fingers fly along the keyboard as I send a text to Stiles, Derek, Allison, and Lydia. The text saying-
My Aunts a Werewolf
Let's just say I got different responses, quite fast.
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Well that's chapter one. Sorry it's so short.
Please feel free to review and tell me what you think, I'd also like to know any ideas you have for my story they'd help a lot.
P.S: THIS STORY HAS NOT BEING EDITED AND IT WILL PROBABLY NEVER BE EDITED (well to an amazing extent anyway, ill proof read and all but there's still going to be grammatical errors)