Warnings: Vivid mentions of abuse and suicide.

Chapter one: Run

It felt like my lungs were going to explode, taking my legs with them. I have ran long distances but never this far, never this urgently. Neither have I ran with supernatural killers on my heels. Go figure.

My name is Alissa, nearly three years ago I found out that my father is a greek god, thus making me a demigod. This was when the voices in my head got worse and premonitions even more so. You would think that because of this my father would be the bad parent but you could not be more wrong.

My mother had me so my father would not leave her to go back to his godly duties. He is Poseidon by the way and if you were wondering how many godly duties he has, I can tell you that he has plenty.

My mom used to blame me for his departure, saying I wasn't perfect enough for him to love me enough to stay. I would shrug at her or give her an answer that was just a bit too "off" and that would be when she landed the first blow.

I would let her hit me, too. I didn't even try to stop her and maybe I could have, truth is I blamed myself too, however young I was. Sometimes she got worse, sometimes she would do worse things. The funny thing, though, is that she would tend to the bruises and wounds she, herself made afterwards.

"When anyone asks you what happened, you tell them you fell. You're a child. Children fall." She would tell me with fake-regret-filled eyes. Children also don't get beaten by their mother because a god does not want to stay with them.

This would happen frequently, more so when she had a drink. Until one day, a few days before my thirteenth birthday, my mother got diagnosed with depression. This, of course, was after she hung herself.

I knew when she did it, I came back from school and it was as if the dream I had the night before was playing out in front of my eyes, which apparently it was.
I didn't know anything about my father back then. I just thought I had bad dreams and that the voices in my head were just my own imagination, at least that's what my mother told me.

She was diagnosed after my father had visited me, shock-blanket still draped over my shoulders, looking at my father wide-eyed. He explained everything to me, handed me a card and said. "I'll put money on this every week. Run, child, run away. Don't let them get to you." And then he disappeared. Poof, gone. I guess gods have a flair for drama. Nonetheless, I did what he said, I ran away.

Going from town to town, always finding some place to stay. Apparently demigods can sense out other demigods, they would help me, train me until I couldn't stand living in a house like an army base and ran off again, to another town, another flock of demigods.

And now here I am, fifteen years old and running to the only family members I have left. To maybe for once, be able to live a normal life. My mother may have been terrible but her sister had always been good to me.

Mother would drop me off at my aunt's every weekend so she could drink her sorrows away without me interfering or something like that. My aunt would welcome me with open arms and so would my older cousin. We would play games until we would pass out, my aunt tucking us into bed afterwards. They were the only good thing about my childhood.

The monster behind me made a growling noise and all I could do was fasten my pace if possible. Just a few more blocks and I will be able to let go. How could no one hear this? Hear the monster behind me? If you're wondering why a monster is chasing me in the first place, it's the whole demigod thing. We attract monsters, they sniff us out, the thirst for our blood too great to leave us be. I nearly felt my legs give out underneath me as I made an immediate turn.

Being this close I could almost sense my cousin's supernatural aura. My cousin. An Alpha. Who would have known? The last I remember Scott, He was a clumsy fifteen year old, clumsy but adorable nonetheless. He always knew how to make me laugh, alongside his best friend Stiles, they would always tease me like big brothers would their little sister, they were extremely protective and loved me more as the years went by and we all got older. Scott knew me like the back of his hand and there was no one in this world I trusted more than him and my aunt but after my father visited me and told me everything, I got scared. I did not want to hurt my only family, I didn't want to be the reason a monster came to our house and hurt them or worse.

It was better this way. It was better to run away.

So when my father told me, that my cousin had been turned into a werewolf and had more problems with the supernatural than me, I knew I had to come back and help him. I have to help him.

My ongoing thoughts got disturbed though as the monster lashed out behind me and clawed at my back. A piercing pain went through my body. I didn't dare slow down, though, neither did I dare to look back and see what damage it had caused, all I could do was keep moving.

Two more houses and I'm there, two more houses and I'm safe. And as if the monster could sense it, It let out a howl that even its peer monsters in Greece would be able to hear. I sure hoped they didn't. As soon as I got in front of my destination I started sprinting, and finally, finally let my legs give out underneath me on the front porch.

Breathing heavily, I looked back. The hound stood in front of the house, watching me with glowing red eyes, knowing it can't pass the boundaries I crossed. It watched me for a long time as I turned fully and stared back at it, heavy breathing cut off, holding my breath. It let out a huff, howled once more and took off. I release the breath I was holding in, try getting up, but lack the energy to do so.

A rumbling noise came from inside the house and I felt my head spin. Breathing heavily, I tried standing up again. Worst decision ever, considering the moment I stood up, everything happened at once.

The door opened and before I got a good look at the person standing in front of me, I blacked out.

A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first fanfic ever so I hope you liked it! English is not my first language and I hope I didn't make any mistakes, feel free to point them out though. Feel free to point out anything you didn't like. I know the first chapter may have a little bit of unnecessary information in it but it will probably be vital to Alissa's character growth later on and the plot overall. This is definitely going to be a Liam/OC story but there's also going to be very fluffy McCall family ( +Stilinski family) and pack moments with Alissa. So it's basically a Liam/OC fic with a lot of pack/family bonding, cause she's definitely not just a love interest or something authors say. Okay, okay, I'll stop talking now. Sorry. Hope you liked it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or its characters, I do however obviously own Alissa.