↳𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 is forced to move to Beacon Hills, after things look up for her brother Jordan. She is terrified of the thing that keeps growing inside of her, whilst she cluelessly watches. She seeks for help from a little pack, yet someone i...
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♧︎𝐘/𝐍
Allison, Lydia, and I walked through the halls of school, trying our best to avoid people's icy glares.
After Lydia was found in the woods—naked—She couldn't remember a single thing that happened in those past two days. The doctors said it was something about a fugue state where she couldn't recall anything and they weren't able to gather any evidence.
We all walked our separate ways, to each class. I set my books down on my desk, waiting for a certain wolf's arrival.
Once I felt his presence nearby, I waited until he was actually in my view. He chose a seat next to me. "Scott, I need your help." I admitted.
He nodded as a gesture to continue. "So, I want to know what the hell is wrong with me, I'm not a werewolf but I can hear and see things, I heal way faster than a normal human being, and I can manipulate things into moving. I'm creeping myself out and I don't know anything about what's happening to me." I confided.
"Alright, now I don't know what you are but I think I know someone who might."
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I used my lunch class to go to the vet clinic Scott told me to visit. The bell jingled as I walked through the empty clinic.
"Hello, how can I help you today?" A bald man with an endearing exterior asked. "Hi, I'm one of Scott's 'friends' I guess. Those type of friends, and I desperately need your help." I pleaded.
He took me to the back of the clinic. "Okay, so do you mind telling mw your name first?" The man asked. "Y/n. Y/n Parrish." I breathed nervously, this might be the chance where I finally know what I am.
"Deaton." He replied. "So, tell me. What seems to be occurring in your life that wouldn't be happening normally?"
"Well, I've been getting this bruise that comes and goes in different places, I'm pretty sure I can move things with my mind, I can heal really fast, I hear things and heartbeats that I shouldn't be able to hear so clearly, oh and; I'm super strong." I finally concluded.
"Huh." He speculated. "Never got a telekinetic were-creature before."
"Is there anything you know about what I can do? Maybe you have books or—Or a magic wand that will tell you what to do?" I suggested frantically.
"This is Beacon Hills, not Hogwarts."
"How am I supposed to know? If werewolves exist then wizards might too!" I defended.
