Author's note- So Teen Wolf has come back and sparked me to write a little story of my own. I love this show and can't get enough so I might as well pre-occupy my brain until the new episodes come out. I own nothing of the Teen Wolf franchise as they belong to their creators and MTV.

Prologue

Drunk, a feeling most people of the ages between of 15 and 25 come accustomed to knowing quite well. In fact it is expected for a teen to go out and dabble, if only a bit, into the poison we know as alcohol. No matter how good a young person may be there will always be that stigma of the drunken boy or girl at the party. Tonight that was of no concern to an exquisitely beautiful creature by the name of Sonya Walsh.

She stood there in the hall as people she met or seen ever so briefly moved around her. They wore smiles and said kind things as she returned their gestures with some of her own meaningful words. Usually on a night like this she would be locked away in her room or at boyfriend's house, but tonight was different. Tonight was the one month anniversary of the death of her relationship with a handsome face she did not want to remember. Young love had dared to take another hapless victim into its twisted clutches.

"Hey Sonya want a drink?" The doll looked up from her thoughts and grabbed the red solo cup that desperately called her name. She made eye contact with the offering party and noticed she really didn't know who he was –she didn't know who half these people were-but made it a mission to get to know this stranger.

"You know what? I think I do." Offering a sweet smile she took a sip from the cup and let the liquid sink into her body. Having never really drunk beforehand didn't help as the alcohol hit her like moving train.

"Are you okay?" The gentleman asked putting a worried hand on her shoulder. Realizing that she might scare him off Sonya pulled on her strength and made eye contact once again before taking another sip.

"I'm great." Grabbing his hand she went to dance the night away and was making good progress in that endeavor. A few red solo cups later and she found herself in the back of her new friend's car falling into a trap laid by young love once again. The boy slid his hand up her thigh before she realized what was happening. Scooting away she looked out the window as he asked her what was wrong.

"I need to get home." The boy nodded much to her surprise, but what was she expecting. High school boys are hormone driven animals in her book but not all of them had to be tools and just try to take advantage of girls. That thought gave Sonya a little hope for this generation's youth as she stepped out of the car with gentleman following suit.

"If you want I can take you home?" Fumbling with her purse her hands almost grasped the car keys that were nestled in a pocket inside the handbag. She would like to just tell him no that she would drive herself but then the alcohol took its toll as she began to feel tired and dizzy. Driving in this condition would pledge her into that stigma of a young reckless teen that didn't care about anything except for her and the here and now of her world. Sonya did not want to fall to such beasts and nodded her head. Sure the parents would be mad she was home late and that the car was missing, but that was better than the alternative.

It was a silent drive as Sonya cooked up an excuse to tell her parents why she was out so late and was practically sweating booze. The moment arrived as she saw the chain linked fence and two story house it enclosed. Both her parents cars were there in their specific place and the porch light turned on just as it should be. When she arrived she had hope they had already gone to bed so she wouldn't have to deal with them until morning but the light gleaming through pulled blinds crushed that dream.

"So, I guess this is it unless you want me to—"

"No its fine, but thanks anyway. See you at school I guess?" Sonya said before stepping out of the car and heading up the path way to her home. She turned quickly on her heel remembering one crucial detail of the night she hadn't thought anything about until this moment.

"I'm sorry I don't even know your name."

"It's Steven." He said smiling through the rolled down window. She smiled back returning his generosity that he had shown her throughout the night.

"Nice to meet you Steven." He nodded and said the same to her before pulling out and driving away. Sonya watched as the taillights of his Honda sped out of sight before heading toward the door. Climbing the steps she noticed something odd she had not seen while talking to Steven. The front door was cracked open ever so slightly, not even two inches, but it still bothered Sonya. Then another detail came into view as she touched the door.

"Are these scratches?" She asked herself mindlessly putting the tips of her finger nails to the deep gashes that marked the door. Her once foggy brain sobered up so quickly it was like she had just been drenched in icy water. Grabbing the doorknob against her better judgment she quietly opened it and stepped inside. Inside the den she familiarized so perfectly was in dismay. The couch was in shreds with its stuffing exploding out of deep gashed much like the doors. The lamp was on the ground in two pieces and her family pictures littered the hardwood floors along with glass and what appeared to be blood.

Something was clearly wrong. Where were Sonya's parents or her brother? Panic filled her lungs as she began to hyperventilate. She wanted to scream out her parents' names but the sudden fear of the robber still being in the house scared her half to death. Holding a hand over her mouth she remained quite trying to think out a plan. A loud noise seem to echo from below her feet and confirmed her fears of the suspect still being in the home but there was still that little miracle of him not knowing she was here. Closing her eyes she went with her first instinct to arm herself. If anything she wasn't going out without a fight. Careful to try and remain as silent as possible Sonya tried to avoid the crunching glass beneath her boots.

"Found you." Mouthing the words to a barely audible decimal in the heavy air Sonya moved until her foot slipped on liquid that stained the tiled kitchen floor. Chin met ground in an instant making her see stars for a moment. Blinking a few times she tried to get her mind to stop spinning from the blow, but instead achieved only moaning in agony. She then fell deathly silent at the scene she rolled over and saw.

"Dad!" A questioning tone was almost utterly drowned out by the fear coiling up in her throat. Her father's legs lay poking out from behind the kitchen island as she laid on her back recovering from her fall. Trying to remain as silent as possible she flipped over army crawling to see if her father was okay. The beating of her heart seemed to jump in her throat as a thundering headache began yet still she crawled.

"Dad where is—" Sonya flew back as if some supernatural force had thrown her. A fearful hand flew to her mouth as she looked away trying to process what she was seeing. What was once her father was laid on the kitchen floor but he wasn't all there. It appeared to her that there was something far more sadistic then a robber in her home. No robber would have severed her father into two pieces.

As Sonya stood there cowering an old looking door in the kitchen she knew as the entrance to the basement creaked open ever so slowly. Turning from her father's bottom half she inched away from the darkened entry way. Her breathing was now erratically fast and her heart was racing faster than humming birds, any little thing now might send her into a full blown panic attack if she didn't think she was already having one. The basement remained dark but then the sound of a long strangled groan rang up from the depths of the room as Sonya closed her eyes to try to think of something to get out of the situation. The stairs her father was always supposed to fix began to creak as whatever that was making the groaning traversed up them. The weapon that Sonya ventured for in the first place was sitting idly by the basement door waiting to be picked up. The creaking and groaning became louder as the thing reached the top of the stairs and she knew it was now or never.

In a matter of seconds Sonya's hand met the handle of kitchen knife but something cold met her ankle. Whipping her head down she saw it was a familiar face of her mother looking up at her with the crimson of blood dripping down her cheeks. It was unnatural and wrong seeing her mother this way, especially since she was making such horrid inhuman noises just moments before. Sonya could not say anything before her mother spent her last breath on words.

"Sonya run!" Just as the last syllable ran off her tongue her cold hands grasp on Sonya's ankle was released as she was dragged back down the pitch black stairs in a fit of noise. Sonya only looked down into the abyss of darkness for a split second before seeing a pair of yellow eyes glaring back at her from the bottom of the stairs. Her body's reaction to the now mortal danger was a flight response and she dropped the knife. Running back into the living room and up the stairs to the second floor she almost felt the creature running directly behind her.

Sonya didn't need to turn and look to know the predator was behind her. This is what those antelope must have felt when they were being chased down by the lions. The soul crushing feeling of knowing you were not going to live. It was almost as bad as her undying need to live. Her body's self-preservation instincts were sending so much adrenalin into her senses that it was an overload. She was now a scared little deer running strictly on instincts.

Sprinting into her room she slammed the door right behind her and felt the creature slam into it as well. She held her back to the door surprisingly keeping it closed as the monster stuck its claws into the door splintering the wood. One of the long nails made its way to Sonya's face and scratched the flesh of her cheek drawing blood. Another clawed finger broke through the door and dug into her forearm as the creature growled and snapped its jaws. The noises vibrated throughout her body as it slammed into the door and with each time it came closer to opening it.

"Stop! Eli, someone something help me!" Sonya screamed as loud as humanly possible to try to hear herself over the noise of the creature. Then all of the sudden as if God had heard her prayers the monster stopped and the door fell silent. Sonya blinked a few times before taking a large piece of splintered wood off the ground and turned to face the all too silent door. Her burgundy hair was wild and her eyes crazy as she stared holes into the door.

"Come on!" She yelled trying to muster a little courage out of pure desperation to try and end this horrible nightmare. Almost as if it took her bluff the door opened slowly and the creature stood there claws covered in blood and its mouth of teeth hung open. Insides its jaws was a locket Sonya's mother had worn wrapped around one of its impressive canine teeth. It let out a monstrous roar and then everything went black.

"So why are we moving to Beacon Hills again?" The young man who asked the question was looking disinterestedly out the window. Sonya looked at her brother then back to the road. She knew he hated moving especially after he had made some friends, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices.

"PoPo and NiNI had a home there and since Mom and Dad are gone it goes to us and you know I don't make enough money to support us and a house payment so it's is our only option." Taking an exit with a sign that said 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' on it made the 17 year Old's stomach twist.

"You can call them Grandpa and Grandma you know." Either this was his jab at Sonya for making him move or just an overall act of defiance. She didn't know what quite to do about either and instead just rolled off her little brother's comment.

"Well Eli I call them PoPo and NiNi if you got a problem with that then you can add it to your list of everything else you have a problem with. I tell you now that as you go through life your list will only get longer and there is nothing that is going to change that."

"Yeah whatever." He stated lazily before putting in his headphones and completely ignoring his older sister the rest of the ride.

Eli awoke after having fallen asleep to his older sister's jeep shaking violently. She seemed to be driving down a forested road like the ones you see only in horror movies but Eli decided to put that in the back of his mind. There was still a small hope in his brain that thought she was just taken a shortcut but when she stopped and parked in front of a two story house that seem to just stand out in the middle of the woods he couldn't help but think chainsaw massacre.

"We're here!" Sonya exclaimed before opening her driver door to stretch her legs. Eli followed suit but when he got a whiff of his new homes air a chill flew up his spine. He notably stiffened as he inhaled more forest air and Sonya took notice.

"Eli are you okay?"

"There's one here, an alpha."

Author's note- Okay so there was the prologue just to get this story's ball rolling and I hope you enjoy it. And I know it's kind of confusing but I will explain later I just want to keep some secrets about this story to keep it interesting ;) anyway I hope you like this story I really want it to be different and good.