We Run in the Shadows

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: I Should Have Left Earlier

I moved to Beacon Hills during my freshman year. Settling in Beacon Hills was all well and good; it was a fresh start. But then, during sophomore year, the weird stuff started to happen. I had seen my fair share of weirdness; I did blow up my bedroom when I was ten, unintentionally, of course. However, werewolves, kitsunes, and banshees were a bit much, even for me. And those were the good guys. Then there was the rabid alpha, the hunters, the dark druid, and the Nogitsune, and they were the reason I stayed far away from all that was supernatural in Beacon Hills. At least, I tried.

But sometimes, staying away was hard, especially being supernatural myself. See, it all started when I was eleven. One day I got in this big fight with my parents, I honestly don't even really remember what it was about, but I was so angry. I remember marching upstairs to my room and slamming the door, and I had this feeling that I was going to explode. There was this ringing in my ears, and all of a sudden, it was like I did explode; my bedroom windows shattered, the light bulbs in my room broke, and my pillow puffed into feathers. After that, I learned how important it was for me to keep my emotions in check.

Over time I began to exhibit certain abilities, other than blowing things up, which never really happened again after that.

First, I found that if I focus, I can see people's energy or aura and the aura of other things; I've been told my eyes glow when I activate this power. This also allowed me to see who in Beacon Hills was supernatural. Humans have a very light aura, and usually, they give off a pale glow, but supernatural creatures give off a lot more power. The amount of energy they give off extends past their body, and it takes shape. Kira's fox was the easiest to spot. The wolves were easy to spot, too; they all glowed the same color as their eyes and had excess energy. Honestly, I found that Lidia was the hardest to figure out, she gave off this purple glow, but I didn't know what that meant until I overheard Stiles call her a banshee.

The second part of my powers is telekinesis; unfortunately, I discovered this power during an anxiety attack in middle school. I can use telekinesis by using energy to move things, and lastly, I can do this thing where I focus my power in my hands, and when I hit something, it's like an energy blast.

Since my ability caused me to be painfully aware of what was happening around me, even when I tried to ignore it, there were a few times I got involved in the supernatural. Usually, it was to help Scott and his pack. I would help in little ways, making sure people weren't going to die, or if I figured out something no one else could, I'd try and point someone in the right direction without them ever knowing it was me.

Deaton, the owner of the clinic and adviser to Scott, was the only person in town that knew about my powers. I had gone to him for help when I was a sophomore, still trying to figure out my powers. He was the one who told me what I was and how exactly my powers worked. But he never said anything to anyone else.

So, I kept my head down, only helped when it was absolutely necessary, and never let anyone know it was me and that I had powers. But I couldn't keep my head down forever. And one fateful night, I ended up being literally thrown into the world of the supernatural.

I stayed after school at the library; I was trying to find some information for a project. I hadn't realized how late it was until I looked out the windows and saw only darkness.

"I should get going," I muttered to myself, getting up and putting my book away.

I walked towards the exit but froze as I reached for the handle; a growl echoed through the school. "I should have left earlier," I whispered as I opened the door and ran outside.