Werewolves - The Witch Series Vol.1 - Teen Wolf Fanfiction - Derek Hale x OC

1.0 The Witch

2010 - some day in December

The manor in New Orleans was an imposing structure, its Victorian elegance shrouded in a melancholy atmosphere. Shadows draped across the rooms, and the weight of history seemed to press down on the very walls. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old books and forgotten memories.

Charlotte Benoit lay on her bed, her lithe form barely visible beneath the tangled sheets. Her once vibrant red hair now spread out in a disheveled halo, a stark contrast to the dim room. The last case had drained her, body and soul, leaving her in a state of perpetual exhaustion. She had spent days in this cocoon of darkness, wrestling with the ghosts of her past and the ever-present threat of The Lurker within her.

Around her, her loyal companions and familiars never left her side. Isle, her marbled border collie, lay at the foot of the bed, its doe eyes following every move with quiet concern. On either side of her, two Maine Coon cats, a black one named Behemoth and a white one named Astra, nestled close, their soft purring the only sound in the room.

Her cousin, Luise, entered the room with the kind of brisk determination only family could muster. She flung open the heavy curtains, letting a sliver of the harsh midday light pierce through the gloom. Luise was a tall, rather squat woman with dark gray hair streaked with the passage of time. She looked to be in her sixties; her face holding that unflappable, distinguished quality that made her appear timelessly beautiful. Her presence was commanding, an aura of no-nonsense practicality wrapped around her like a cloak.

"Charlie! Get up right now! You have an important phone call!" Luise's voice was a mix of concern and urgency, slicing through the lethargy that clung to Charlotte.

Charlotte stirred, her green eyes barely open, glaring at Luise with the look of someone who had been pulled from the depths of an uneasy slumber. Despite the protest in her bones, she sat up, the blanket slipping off to reveal her freckled arms and cleavage covered in intricate tattoos that told stories of battles fought and scars earned.

"Who the hell is it?" she muttered, her voice gravelly from disuse.

"It's Laura Hale," Luise replied, thrusting the phone into Charlotte's hand before she could argue.
Charlotte blinked, the name cutting through the fog in her mind. She took a deep breath, grounding herself before bringing the phone to her ear. "This is Charlotte," she said, her tone weary but firm.

"Witch?" Laura Hale's voice was hesitant, carrying an edge of desperation that Charlotte immediately recognized.

"Yes, it's me. What's going on, Laura?"

"I need your help. Something's happening in Beacon Hills. There's... something out there, leaving signs, and I think it's another werewolf. I need you to come and help me figure this out."

In the background, Charlotte could hear a male voice arguing with Laura, insisting she shouldn't seek help from someone unknown. Though she didn't mention it, Charlotte knew the voice belonged to Laura's brother.

Charlotte's heart sank. The last thing she wanted was to be dragged into another supernatural crisis, but Laura's plea struck a chord. Despite her weariness, the protector in her stirred. 

"Alright, Laura. I'll be there. But you need to prepare yourself. Do nothing rash. I'll be there when new year starts."

"Thank you, Charlotte. I'll be waiting at my old house."

The call ended, leaving Charlotte with a sense of impending dread. She looked at Luise, who was already gathering a set of clothes for her.

"I guess I'm going to Beacon Hills," Charlotte said, forcing herself out of bed.