AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story with an OC x Peter Hale pairing, but to establish a sense of a storyline, this chapter starts off a little slow and mostly serves a purpose to build familiarity of the characters and how they interact with one another.

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Chapter 1 - "Howl"

THURSDAY

It was my very first day in Beacon Hills High School, and luckily for me, I was actually the second new girl to transfer here within the first two weeks. She was tall and beautiful, with long wavy black hair and luminous brown eyes, while I was short and bit quirky, with shoulder length reddish-brown hair and greyish blue-green eyes. Naturally, she took the spotlight off me, which would probably have been something that most girls wouldn't have appreciated very much, but I on the other hand, was not like most girls. On the contrary, I actually found great relief in not being guffawed at all day long. It was hard enough just trying to find my way to all my classes without that kind of extra attention.

By lunch time I had deduced that the new girl's name was Allison Argent, and the people she sat with and talked to near the lockers I quickly figured out were two of the most popular people in the whole school; Lydia Martin and her boyfriend, Jackson Whittemore, the Captain of the lacrosse team. As I watched Allison, I couldn't help but get the feeling that she was only being polite to them because she didn't want any sort of a negative confrontation to arise.

Lydia and Jackson struck me as the kind of people who would tear a person down right in front of the entire school, just to prove that they could get away with it. In which case I couldn't blame Allison for pretending to like them, so long as it kept her from ever having to face such a public humiliation. I figured if they ever decided to approach me, my best bet would be to just go along with it and fake my ass through the encounter if I had to.

As I continued to watch Allison and Lydia from across the cafeteria, I couldn't help but notice a look of fear flash across Lydia's face. Her expression instantly changed from that of boredom to that of fear, and she froze the moment Allison had shown her a picture in a book she was holding. I furrowed my brows, curious to know what the image was that invoked such a response in her.

I had an idea and got to my feet with my lunch tray. I casually made my way toward their table, and just as I passed, I stole a quick glance at the page; it was merely a picture of a wolf. Albeit a creepy picture, with a wolf standing on its hind legs, partially hidden in a shroud of dark mist with glowing red eyes, but still just a wolf. I dumped the leftover food on my tray into the garbage and headed to my next class wondering why Lydia had reacted the way she did...

A few hours later, I had managed to make it through the majority of the day and was on my way to my last class period when I noticed two boys that were beginning to look undoubtedly familiar to me. Upon further recollection, I realized that I had first spotted one of them near the lockers watching Allison, Lydia and Jackson earlier this morning. For some reason, he had looked really anxious... I took a seat in the classroom just as the bell went off.

"Sit, sit, sit, we have a lot to cover today. Let's go," the teacher said impatiently as he gathered together the material for today's lesson. "Quicker," he snapped. I watched as everyone took their seats and some sort of discrepancy broke out between Allison and the two boys.

"Stiles!" I heard the darker skinned boy whisper urgently under his breath, followed by the other boy, Stiles awkwardly moving to steal the seat behind his friend that Allison was just going to take. Allison blinked in surprise and took a side diagonal to Scott.

"Hey, I haven't seen you all day," she said while engaging him in a conversation. I strained my ears in an attempt to eavesdrop. At first they looked like they were flirting until suddenly their expressions changed, and I assumed something bad happened, but I didn't hear what was said.

THUD. Mr. Finstock had thrown a book down on his desk, startling everyone. "Let's settle down," he said, interrupting the conversation. I made a point to really look at the teacher for the first time, taking in his dark tuft up hair, bright green eyes and overall eccentric demeanor. "Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading, shall we?" he said, and a few hands went up. "Weaver put your hand down, everybody knows you did the reading. How about uh..." he paused as he scanned the classroom like a predator seeking out its prey. "McCall," he said as he closed in on the darker skinned boy, putting all eyes on him.

"Wha-? What?" McCall stuttered.

"The reading," Mr. Finstock repeated.

"Last night's reading?" McCall asked.

"Uhh, how about the reading of the ghettsyberg address?" the teacher said, and everyone burst into laughter.

"What?" McCall said, not getting the joke.

"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term "sarcasm", McCall?" the teacher said, and more people chuckled.

"R-right," McCall replied as he glanced over his shoulder at his friend.

"Did you do the reading or not?" Mr. Finstock asked.

"Uh, um... I think I forgot," McCall muttered.

"Nice work McCall. It's not like you're averaging a D in this class," Mr. Finstock said as he approached McCall and leaned over his desk. "Come on buddy, you know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D." McCall nodded stiffly. "How about you summarize the previous night's reading?" There was silence. "Okay. How about the night before that?" Mr. Finstock asked while fidgeting impatiently. More silence. "How about you summarize anything you've ever read... in your entire life?" said the teacher in a humiliating tone.

"I-I, uh..." McCall stammered nervously.

"No? A blog? How about uh, how about the back of a cereal box? No? How about uh, the "adults only warning" on your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?" Mr. Finstock said rudely. McCall shrugged.

"Thank you, McCall. Thank you," the teacher said as he pounded his fist angrily on his desk. "Thank you McCall, thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks-" As the teacher was further ridiculing him in front of everyone, I noticed his friend continuously looking at his phone until suddenly a relieved expression crossed his face, and I saw that Allison was holding McCall's hand. Awe.

Fifty minutes later, the bell rang and everyone flooded the hallways. I took the opportunity to befriend someone before it was too late and I would be forced to endure yet another day aimlessly finding my way to my classes... I snagged my stuff from my locker and went to seek out McCall and his friend.

"Hi, my name's Kira," I said boldly while extending my arm. McCall shook my hand and grinned politely.

"I'm Scott, and this is Stiles," he said while gesturing toward his friend who smiled in response and waved in an awkward manner. Awe, they were so adorkable.

"You must be new?" Stiles asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I don't really know anyone here," I mumbled.

"Well you can hang with us if you want?" Scott offered. I smiled.

"I was kinda' hoping you'd say that," I said while fidgeting a little bit.

"Well I don't want you to get your hopes up or anything, but we aren't particularly popular, so hanging out with us isn't going to score you any points with the cool kids," Stiles said. Scott gave him a look. "What? I'm just saying..." Stiles said with a shrug.

Scott rolled his eyes playfully. "Never mind him," he said with a chuckle.

"Hey, I don't suppose you have a cellphone, do you?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, actually I do. Why?" I replied as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Let's trade numbers," Stiles suggested. I exchanged my phone number with him and programmed his into my phone's contact list. "Kay, awesome. See ya' later, Kira," he said with a smile.

"Later boys," I replied, returning the smile. As I walked away, however, I felt like I didn't want to go home just yet... I was walking around the outside of one of the school buildings, when I saw the two of them having a conversation, so I paused to listen.

"Just... keep holding it... right there," I heard Stiles say as he looked behind him before suddenly walking over to a black truck that was in the school parking lot. I then heard the sound of metal jingling followed by a horrible scraping sound. I couldn't believe what I had just seen; Stiles had keyed the vehicle for no reason whatsoever. Scott stared at him with his jaw hanging askew and a dumbfounded expression on his face. "Hey, hey, hey! Dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?" Stiles called out, getting the attention of a group of guys nearby.

There were four of them; two black guys, an Asian guy, and a white guy who was wearing a beret hat and whom I had assumed the vehicle belonged to... "What the hell?" the white guy yelled as he and his friends stormed over to Scott, who just stood there completely and utterly shocked. Scott barely managed to put his keys in his pocket before the guy in the beret made a connection with his fist and Scott's face.

"Ow, God, wow..." Stiles mumbled as he simply stood on the sidelines watching. Scott yelled out in pain as he fell to the ground on his side and clutched at his face. The white guy closed in on him, but Scott reacted fast and leaped toward the guy in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. However, his effort failed miserably as the guy caught him around the middle and threw Scott back, causing him to land face first on the hard cement sidewalk.

Scott just laid there, a small trickle of blood running from his nose as his breathing grew heavier and he fought back rage. The guy in the beret grabbed him by his feet and dragged him across the ground before flipping him over, and delivering another solid punch to the face. Stiles winced, continuing to do nothing but watch what he had instigated. He kept looking down at his phone again, muttering something under his breath while Scott began to curl up into a ball, trying to protect himself from the blows of all four guys now kicking and punching him.

Just when I had had enough of what I was seeing, and was just a matter of seconds from getting involved, all of the sudden a teacher's voice cut through the commotion. "Stop! Stop it right now!" he yelled, causing the four guys to scatter and run off. I remained hidden around the side of the building, watching carefully as Scott rolled around, breathing heavily and looking a bit disorientated. "What do you idiots think you're doing?" the teacher asked in a impatient voice that surprised me. After all, Scott was the victim, not the bully. I saw Stiles lift up his cellphone and nod in approval to Scott who looked relieved. I furrowed my brows wondering what that was all about..?

Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to stick around to spy on the boys. The teacher led them back into the school, so I followed at a safe distance. Once inside the building, they were put in detention. I waited around in the hallways for a while, not really even sure what I was waiting around for, until boredom drove me nuts and I decided that maybe it was best to just go home. But as soon as I had made up my mind, the classroom door opened and Scott stepped out into the hall. For some reason he didn't notice me.

I was now faced with the dilemma of following Scott, or staying and waiting to tail his friend Stiles... I worried by lower lip between my teeth and debated. But too much time passed, and the moment of opportunity was gone. I sat down on the floor near the lockers and waited in silence. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it had grown dark outside when Stiles walked out of the classroom. He spotted me and looked surprised.

"I didn't expect to see you here?" he said with a smile as I got to my feet and stretched. I smiled back.

"Yeah, well I didn't really have anything better to do..." I replied with a casual shrug.

"Oh, and here I was thinking that I was special..." Stiles joked, and I laughed.

"So where'd Scott go?" I asked as we walked side-by-side down the hallway.

"He had to go to work," Stiles explained. "But I got a text from him a little while ago and he wants me to pick him."

"What're you guys gonna' do afterwards?" I asked casually.

"Well, he said something about sneaking back into the school tonight..." he said.

"Think he'd mind if I came with?" I asked.

"Uhh," Stiles paused and glanced at me. "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea."

"Oh... okay..." I replied, sounding put out. Stiles stopped walking and turned to face me.

"Look, Kira," he began. "it's nothing against you, I promise. I mean... I'm really flattered that you waited out here for me, but I'm afraid I'm gonna' have to offer you a rain-check," he explained. I nodded stiffly.

"No, I understand..." I said in a solemn tone while turning and beginning to walk away. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." I waited for him to disappear around a corner before deciding I was going to follow him anyway. Although, it didn't get me very far. My stalking was forced to a halt once he got into his jeep and drove off, leaving me all alone in the school parking lot.

'Maybe if I remain hidden and wait here 'til they get back, I can sneak into the school with them and find out what they're up to...' I thought to myself as I found a dark nook near the school building hidden behind a bunch of shrubbery. A perfect place to camp 'til they returned.

"This is a terrible idea, you know," Stiles said as he and Scott got out of the jeep.

"I know," Scott replied.

"But we're still gonna' do it?" Stiles asked as they walked around behind the vehicle and came to a stop.

"Can you think of anything better?" Scott asked.

"Well personally I'm a big fan of just ignoring a problem until it eventually just goes away," Stiles replied.

"Just make sure we can get inside," Scott said as Stiles dug in the back of his jeep and pulled out a bolt cutter. Right then someone pulled into the school parking lot, the headlights of their sleek black car temporarily blinding me. "He's here," Scott said.

'Who's here?' I wondered to myself as I watched as a guy with spiky dark hair, got out of the car.

"Where's my boss?" Scott asked the guy while throwing his arms out.

"He's in the back," the spiky haired guy replied. I watched Scott and Stiles both duck their heads down low enough to peer inside the car. I squinted and managed to make out what appeared to be a slumped over unconscious black man with his mouth duct taped shut.

"Oh. He looks comfortable," Stiles said sarcastically as he eyed the spiky haired guy and Scott turned toward the school.

"Wait, hey, what're you doing?" the guy asked as he stood by his car with one hand on the roof and the other in the pocket of his leather jacket.

"You said I was linked with the Alpha," Scott said as he and Stiles approached the school. "I'm gonna' see if you're right."

"The Alpha?"I repeated under my breath, wondering what they were talking about. I sneakily followed them inside the school, making sure ths spiky haired guy didn't notice me. The two boys walked through the halls with flashlights on, and were completely oblivious to my presence. "Okay, one question;" Stiles began as they opened up the door to the school office and stepped inside. "what're you gonna' do if the Alpha doesn't show up?"

"I don't know," Scott replied.

"And what're you gonna' do if he does show up?" Stiles asked as he walked around the side of the receptionist's desk and started to type away on the computer keyboard while Scott stood on the other side of the counter.

"I don't know," Scott said again, shaking his head.

Stiles looked up at him. "Good plan," he said sarcastically.

"Alright, you said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?" Scott asked, and the word wolf leaped out at me. The second time that the specific canine was brought up today... couldn't just be a coincidence, could it?

"Right, but if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?" Stiles asked.

"I hope not," Scott replied.

"Yeah, me too..." Stiles said as he grabbed the microphone to the school's speaker system.

'Part of his pack..?' I thought to myself, my mind reeling. What was he saying..?

"Alright. All you," Stiles said. Scott cleared his throat and took a deep breath before suddenly yowling out a painful noise that sounded much like a dying cat. I had to clamp my hand over my mouth in order to refrain from laughing.

"Was that okay? I mean, that was a howl, right?" Scott asked Stiles who had his head hung in what I assumed to be amusement and disappointment. Though I wasn't really sure what the hell they were even doing at the school this late at night...

"I- yeah, technically," Stiles said.

"Well what'd it sound like to you?" Scott asked.

"Like a cat being choked to death, Scott," he replied, and again, I had to fight off the fit of giggles threatening to burst forth from me.

"Well, what do I do? How am I supposed to do this?" Scott asked, looking frustrated and embarrassed.

"Hey, listen to me," Stiles said as he walked around the counter and put his hands on Scott's shoulders. "You're calling the Alpha, alright. Be a man. Be a werewolf. Not a teen wolf, be a werewolf," he said encouragingly.

There was a long moment of silence and Stiles stepped back to give his friend some room. Scott braced himself, taking another deep breath before suddenly letting forth an epically loud, terrifying howl that sounded more beast than human as it echoed through out the entire school speakers. It was so intense that it caused the chalk on the easels, the locks on the lockers and the doorknobs of the classrooms to rattle. I was left hiding in the shadows of the hallway with my heart racing and my hands trembling with adrenalin.

"I'm gonna' kill both of you! What the hell was that? Are you trying to attract the entire state to the school?" the spiky haired guy said as Stiles and Scott came back outside from the school. I quietly made my way back to my hiding place near the building.

"Sorry, I didn't know it'd be that loud," Scott replied, looking more proud than apologetic.

"Yeah, it was loud, heh," Stiles said with a chuckle. "And it was awesome," he added, sounding impressed. Scott beamed proudly.

"Shut up," the spiky haired guy said with an unamused expression, immediately dampening their spirits.

"Don't be such a sour wolf," Stiles replied.

"What'd you do with him?" Scott asked, looking into the black car.

"What?" the guy asked, sounding confused as he turned toward his car. The unconscious black man was gone. "I didn't do anything," the guy said, looking back to Scott and Stiles. Out of nowhere something suddenly struck the spiky haired guy from behind, and the sight of blood starting to drip from his mouth could be seen.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched the figure of an enormous wolf standing on its hind legs with glowing red eyes appear from the shadows. It held the spiky haired guy in the air as blood now gushed from the guy's mouth. Scott and Stiles immediately ran back toward the school, and the monster threw the guy against the side of the school building. THUD. His body fell in a pile of leaves right next to me, and I accidentally let out a shrill squeal amongst my hysteria, getting the much unwanted attention of the blood thirsty beast.

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