Betrayed.

Here in Beacon Hills, nothing is ever out of the ordinary. The neighbors get along, the houses lawns are freshly trimmed, the trash is all taken out, everythings perfect. Except for the part about werewolves.

All my life I've been a werewolf. I only found out when I was about six, so that sort if explained how my cuts suddenly healed, how I always lost my temper, how my eyes randomly turned a golden amber... But I chose to ignore it. To push it out of my life. The first few years were tough, but by the time I was 14, I finally managed to make it seem like it was out of my life. I never thought about it much. That's when I met Jackson Whittemore. Possibly my best friend ever. There was also a guy named Danny, but mainly it was Jackson and I. We were unseperatable. We never fought, never decided on anyone else as a friend, hell we never even went more than one day without talking. Eventually that changed though... Jackson started to become more popular. His family was pretty wealthy so that probably was a magnet for people. After the eigth grade he completely forgot about me. Eventually I found some new friends.

My new friends weren't really the most loved people in school. Uhm... outcasts if that's the right word. Considering the fact that one of them was called by the name " Stiles ", I could see why. Stiles and Scott became some of my closest friends. They were always so loyal, kind, and it was nice to not have a friend that would suddenly become " the " boy of the school.

On my first day back to Beacon Hills High School, I expected to see Jackson looking as fresh as ever, Stiles and Scott naturally going through the halls, rambling about something that I always never could hear ( since I never used my abilities ), and to of course forget about being a wolf. But that day, everything changed completely.