Leia is what you'd call an Animagus. A Wolf that can shapeshift at will without the need of the full moon. But she's a special breed known as an Ice Wolf. She's the last of her kind and the most wanted. Some want her dead others alive, will Leia fin...
It's been almost a week. While dad and I have been together, he taught me how to fight without having to use my Werewolf abilities. But little did dad know I had plans of my own. Dad and I planned on going back to Beacon Hills tomorrow, so I knew I was running out of time. While he was sleeping, I snuck into his room and placed my hands on his arm. I took a deep breath and focused on releasing my powers. As I looked down, several sets of white veins traveled from my body to his. I started to feel dizzy and empty. My dad started to wake up, as he looked down at his arm and saw me standing beside me. He pushed me away from him, "What the hell are you doing?" he yelled at me.
Unfortunately, I didn't finish.
I didn't respond to my dad when he asked because I didn't know if I should tell him that mom told me how to do it. I went to bed still feeling ill, but when I attempted to flash my eyes in the mirror they flickered back and forth between red and icy blue. Did I do something to my wolf? So, I attempted to talk to her.
"Wolfie? Are... Are you okay?" I asked but I got no response. Maybe I just need sleep, so I climbed into bed and went to sleep.
~The Next Morning~
Dad and I woke up around six-thirty, it took us almost an hour to get to Beacon Hills. The ride was silent, my wolf was still unresponsive which concerned me. When we arrived at Beacon Hills I got a flash in my head. I saw Stiles' jeep drive past a sign reading, 'Mexico'.
"Dad stop the car!" I shouted.
Dad slammed on the breaks, jolting us forward, thank god for seatbelts. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Mexico. We need to go to Mexico." I turned to him.
Dad sighed and turned around, "Mexico here we come." he said.
Dad and I finally arrived in Mexico. We have been on the road all day, nonstop. "Can you tell me why we are in Mexico?" dad asked getting out of the car.
"There!" I pointed to a building that was guarded by two guards. I opened the backseat of the car and rummaged through my duffle bag, pulling out a good outfit.
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I went through Dad's bag next to get a good one out.
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