A Hunter's Game ⚓ Stiles Stilinski

|1.| An Unhunted Hunter

Getting by day to day as a supernatural creature was hard on it's own. But when your family was a cult of supernatural hunters? Even harder. I'm surprised I've made it this far, it was always so easy for them to detect werewolves before. I think I'm in their blind spot.

I fear that my parents won't hold back once they find out. I pray that they have sympathy and leave me be, not wanting to murder their daughter for something that saved her life. It's a rough feeling, knowing you have such a big secret that you can't share with anyone.

My father might be the one with the soft spot.He always stuck up for me when my mom scolded me, and helped out whenever I had a situation with bullies in school growing up. Don't tell my mom, but he was always my favorite. I've been a daddy's girl my whole life.

My life took a huge turn the night of my car accident. I haven't been willing to open up about it yet, no matter how many times my family pesters me. I'm instantly brought back in the moment whenever something even vaguely reminds me of it, and I'm not sure I can handle it. I remember it all vividly as if it happened yesterday; the dark, monstrous trees of the deep surrounding forest haunting me. The shaking of my hands as I gripped the wheel. The glowing, luminous eyes.

I shiver.

I wish I could forget it all happened.

An upside to this... unfortunate situation, was that I could see x100 times better. My vision was restored, and I no longer needed to wear glasses or eye contacts. I leave them in my shared bathroom with my sister, Allison, to make her believe that I've been wearing them. But in reality, I haven't touched them since then.

I had picked up a book or two from the library about lycanthropy, and a few old tales on werewolves and beasts from France, since that was where most of my ancestors had lived. I figured I should do some investigating on that as well.

"Man-eating wolf-dog... Beast of Gévaudan... terrorized town..." I muttered, writing on a sticky note and placing it in between two pages of the book. The pages were definitely aged, and the spine of the book was falling apart in my hands. It felt delicate, as if I was holding actual history in my own hands.

I closed the book and heard a soft knock at my door. I hurriedly shot up and ran to my dresser, shoving the book into my underwear drawer (since no one goes in there but me), and jogging up to the door to open it.

My sister stood with a gentle smile and her arms tightly clutching a school book to her chest. "Hey Al, what'd you need?" I spoke with a low voice, knowing our parents were asleep down the hall. I stepped aside and she strode right in, plopping face down onto my bed and tossing the book onto the pillow.

"I need help." Her voice was muffled in my comforter. I laughed and grabbed the book from the pillow, turning to the page she had book marked with a ruler. "English? You're struggling with English? I thought you were doing the best in this class?" I spoke and she groaned. Lifting herself up and perching her head on her arms, she sighed. "Just because I have the best grade in English out of all of my other classes, doesn't mean it's very high."

I chuckled at her and reviewed her page. I grabbed the sheet of paper she had in a page, flipping it over to the back and writing down small tips from the book that would be easier for her to understand, and less overwhelming.

"Somehow you got all the brains, it's so unfair." Allison grumbled and huffed. I snorted and looked over at her. "Unfair, huh? Says the girl who had a boyfriend within a week of being in that school. I've been alive for 17 years and have yet to have a boy even look at me!" I exclaimed and she laughed, biting her tongue. "I'm socially awkward, and you're dumb. I think we both lose." I teased and she shoved me playfully, rolling her eyes and sitting up. "I'll make sure to remember that when you want to borrow my clothes." It was my turn to playfully shove her, and unfortunately it was a bit too rough.

She fell over and rolled off the bed, landing with a loud thump. Our chuckling and playful attitude came to a halt as we both paused, our hearts hammering in our chest. "Please don't wake up, please don't wake up..." Allison whispered, and I waited anxiously with baited breath. We sat there for a few minutes, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps, until we realized the coast was clear.

She stood up and dusted herself off, looking over at me. Her face that was once smiling, now seemed clouded over with thought.

"Can I ask you something?" Quietly she spoke; almost as if she was afraid of asking. She softly sat down onto the bed and faced me as I placed her English book on my nightstand. "Yeah, of course." I reassured her, feeling uneasy with the way she was so hesitant. Since my senses were high, I could feel her anxiety rolling off in waves.

"Uhm..." She cleared her throat, her eyes never fully meeting mine. "Is everything okay? I mean... Since your accident, y'know? I want to know how you're doing."

I flinched.

"What... What happened?"

Just the thought of that night terrifies me. "I.." I begin, allowing myself to think back on that night. Normally I shove it deep into the back of my brain so I won't freak out, but at this moment I'm having to face it. Already it begins to flash through my mind, and I'm overwhelmed with my memory. Trees. Phone. Crying. Rolling. Laying on the ground. Glowing eyes. Pain. Sirens. I'm shaking and crying, and I can't stop it. My chest heaves and I grip onto the comforter, so tightly that it rips. I can't tell if it's my strength, or my nails growing.

Please don't shift in front of her.

I've been doing so good.

Suddenly I'm engulfed into a warm embrace, my head buried into her shoulder and my arms wrapping around her neck as if she was my lifeline. She rubs my back and shushes me softly, telling me it's okay, that I'm in the present and that I'm alive. I can't stop crying, and part of it is because I can feel the heartbreak from her as well. She's heartbroken from seeing me like this.

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"No, don't be sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have brought it up. I knew how hard it was on you yet I selfishly tried to pry. I'm sorry." Allison sighed and slowly let go of me to look me in the eye. "I care about you, okay? I just want you to know that I'm here if you ever do want to talk about it. Maybe not now, but when you feel ready to, I'm willing to listen." She sincerely said, and I tightly hugged her. "Thank you." I whispered and she hummed. When we separated once more, it was silent for a few moments. "Do you want me to stay in your room tonight?" She questioned with a small smile. "It's been awhile since either of us have had a slumber party."

"But we live in the same house-"

"You know what I mean!"