Lost in the Shadows [Teen Wolf Fanfiction]

Shape- Shifted: Part 1

Lost in the Shadows [ Teen Wolf Fanfiction]

Chapter 10- Shape Shifted

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I went to sleep earlier that night. After I slipped into my pjs I said goodnight to Mom. Scott was still out looking for Lydia. I crawled into bed and fell asleep.

Owen. Owen Argent was Kate's adoptive son. The fact that I knew that he was back in town brought back some memories I didn't want to remember. My dreams had turned into nightmares.

A little girl was walking through the woods. She kept walking and walking.

Suddenly, the girl looked up and saw the house ablaze. There were three other people watching the house as it burned. They were probably the ones that set it on fire.

A boy about nine years old was standing with his mother. She was smiling. The mother noticed the little girl and whispered to the boy. He smiled and walked toward the girl, a smile on his face.

************The Next Afternoon*************

Scott, Stiles and I were hiding from the Argent's. It was Kate Argent's funeral being held in the cemetery. We hid behind another gravestone.

There were a lot of photographers and reporters there taking pictures and trying to get past the police and the police line. Stiles dad and some other officers were holding them back.

A student from school with a large camera slipped under the police line and took pictures. It was Matt. His name was Matt. I couldn't tell who or what he was taking pictures of.

An older man with white hair wearing a suite walked up behind him. Two other men behind him on each side.

He took Matt's camera from him. Matt looked up at him, shocked.

"How much did this cost?" the older man asked, examining the camera.

I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation because I had moved to a different part of the funeral. Stiles and Scott stayed behind the rock. I went and stayed behind a tree nearby. I could still see the funeral perfectly and hear everything too.

I looked back at where Stiles and Scott were. It was a good thing I moved. Sheriff caught them behind the gravestone. He yanked them up and pulled them toward the squad car a few feet away.

I turned my attention back to the funeral. Just in time to see Him. Owen Argent. The older man had his hand on Owen's shoulder as they walked toward the Argents. I scoffed. Look at him just walking around acting all innocent. Even though he's not. He's just as guilty as his mother. He should be locked up in jail for what he did. What he did to them.

The older man spoke to Allison. "Do you remember me?"

Allison didn't say anything. She just looked at him.

"I'm your grandpa." he said. "You can call me Gerard but I prefer Grandpa."

Looks like Grandpa Argent's in town. He doesn't look very friendly. Looks like the Argent hunter clan is finally complete. And their all in Beacon Hills.

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Savannah's point of view

After the funeral was over I went back to the cemetery. Lydia was still missing and Sheriff Stilinski was there, talking to Mr. Lahey and Isaac.

I waited for Sheriff Stilinski and the other officers to leave for before I went up to the graveyard.

I hated Mr. Lahey. I knew he abused Isaac and his brother, Camden. I had seen it when I was riding my bike down the street when I came to visit Scott and Aunt Melissa.

I went up to the graveyard. Mr. Lahey was talking to Isaac.

"Mr. Lahey" I yelled. "I want to see my mom!"

He gestured at Isaac, like he was going to get him to take me to where my mom was buried.

"Isa-" he began. I cut him off.

"No." I growled. "Not him. You."

Mr. Lahey lead me to my mom's grave. I smiled at Isaac while we walked past him.

**2 hours later**

Scott's Point of View

Stiles and I were in locker room before lacrosse practice, discussing Allison and how good things were with us.

"Okay," Stiles said. "Everything with you and Allison is good. Dude, just shut the hell up before I have the urge to maybe kill myself."

Suddenly something in the room was different, the smell.

Stiles noticed the look on my face.

"What is it?" he asked.

"There's something else in here" I whispered. The other lacrosse players were in the locker room too.

"Something like you?" he asked.

"Another werewolf" I said.

*After Lacrosse Practice*

I figured out there was another werewolf in the lacrosse locker room.

Isaac Lahey.

It turns out his father was murdered last night. Sheriff Stilinski came and picked him up and took him to the station.

A new werewolf, locked up in jail, on the night of the full moon.

Perfect.

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Short chapter. It's only part 1. Thanks to everyone who has commented and voted so far. :)