This Might Hurt

This is only the preview... But it's episode one, 'Tattoo.'

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As I sped through the woods on my Harvey, the names Scott McCall and Derek Hale were swarming through my mind like angry bees. I kept wondering what they had to do with anything. All she told me was that they needed me and I needed the two werewolves in order to stop them. Them as in the pack of Alphas that have been going town to town, demolishing wolf packs and killing innocent humans. She told me that it was up to me and these two guys to stop the Alphas. I asked her why she couldn't do it, and all she said was that it was my destiny to go to Beacon Hills and join forces with these two strong werewolves and defeat the blood thirsty Alpha pack. Almost sounds like a movie, huh? She told me no matter what happnes, to find this Scott McCall and Derek Hale.

So here I am, travelling through a forest road that led to Beacon Hills. I sensed a rapid heartbeat coming closer, and before I could react, a giant buck slammed into the side of my Harvey. The whole world seemed to slow down, and I leaped off of the bike and landed on the road in front of me, barely dodging the hit. I let out a loud huff as I see my Harvey destroyed and the poor buck lying on top, it's body limp. Something had to have spooked the buck. And I'm guessing it was an alpha. It had too be.

I had to report the accident. I took out my phone, and dialed 911. They said they'd send out the Sheriff, so I told them okay and here I was waiting for the Sheriff. Soon enough, a cop car pulled up and a middle aged man exited and walked towards me.

"I'm Sheriff Stilinski. Isn't this accident just a perfect welcoming to Beacon Hills?" He laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"How about we check you out at the hospital to make sure you're okay and I'll make sure your motorcycle is repaired. And we'll make sure this poor guy gets a nice burial. Your name is?" He asked, stepping towards me.

"Luna Lupus." I smiled, shaking his hand.

"So, Luna, how about we take you to the hospital? And no excuses. Hop on in." Sheriff Stilinski smiled politely. I was going to protest, but I fought against the thought. I hopped into the cop car, and Sheriff Stilinski started driving to the hospital.

"So may I ask why you're not in school?" The Sheriff asked, looking at me in the car mirror raising an eyebrow.

"Well.. I.. Um, I just came into town." I told him, a part of me hoping he would leave it at that, but I knew he was going to ask more.

"Where are your parents?" He questioned, and my heart stopped and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Both of my parents are dead." I said, my voice hoarse. Sheriff Stilinski looked at me through his mirror and an expression of not sympathy, but empathy flashed across his face.

"I'm sad to hear that. My wife passed away." He said, a look of sadness on his face.

"Her death almost destroyed my son." He said aloud, but I don't think he meant to.

"But thank god for Scott." He smiled softly. My whole body froze.

"Wait, did you say Scott?" I asked, leaning towards the Sheriff.

"Yeah, why?" Sheriff Stilinski asked. I contemplated whether or not to tell him.

"Uh.. I'm looking for a Scott. What's his last name?" I questioned, turning towards him.

"McCall. If you're looking for him, he should be at school. But you can look for him later, that cut on your stomach is bleeding pretty badly." I was about to ask him what cut, but I looked down and saw a long gash across my abdomen. The blood already soaked through my white t shirt. I didn't even feel it.