Maria Hale (Teen Wolf)

I do not only any of these characters except Maria Hale. This is a teen wolf fan fiction. And whatnot.

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I sighed in my wolf form looking a the man I had just murdered. I hadn't meant to do it.

I'm only 16. And considering my mother dying and my father being in Beacon Hills still, I was considered a lonely Omega.

I mean a white wolf with blue eyes gets notices by the hunters pretty quickly.

A good thing about having no alpha. No one to say 'no'. 'No killing'

'But if you love being an omega so much why are you running to Dad?' I asked myself

I morphed back to wolf form.

I stood before a 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sign.

Why was I running? 'Because I'm so god damn tried if running'

I smelt a familiar scent, Laura.

I mentally smiled and started running.

I skidded to a stop when I realized what I saw.

What I smelt was only half of Laura.

Police officers surrounded the half.

A giant knot grew in my stomach as I tried to remain silent.

I stiffed a howl.

Surely their had to be more wolfs here.

Then I picked up another scent.

Humans.

But one smelt odd.

He smelt like an old car. A jeep.

I ran as fast as I could to watch them.

'If they killed her-'

"Stiles what if we get caught?" One boy asked to his friend.

They were no more than 16. Though the other boy, stiles paused for not even a second.

"Calm down Scott. We are just here to find the other half some chicks bloody mangled body"

'Stiles' looked amused by Scott's face.

I stalked them quietly.

Obviously they weren't the ones that killed her.

They smelled weak and tired.

A bright light flashed and a voice asked "Stiles?!"

Scott hid behind a tree and I did the same.

"What the HELL are you doing here?!"

"Exploring" Stiles replied nonchalantly.

"Where's Scott? Is Scott with you?"

The man seemed to be a important male figure in Stiles life.

"Scott?! Scott you out there!?"

Scott remained silent behind the tree.

The man looked pissed of about stiles actions.

I wanted to laugh, considering the lack of parental guidance I've had.

I followed Scott. I stepped on a twig causing Scott to whip around and fall.

A herd of deer ran past. Almost trampling him.

A small plastic item fell from his hand.

An inhaler.

He turned around and almost screamed.