Andrea's Secret (TeenWolf)

Chaper 1-The Boy Who Is A Werewolf

Chapter 1




I sat in my bedroom, cross-legged, hands placed palms up on my knees. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the wind blowing around the room. Everything that wasn't to heavy for the wind or bolted down flew around the room with it. Books, picture frames, leaves blowing in from the open window blew around the square room. I heard a noise from down stairs and my eyes flew open.







The wind stopped and the objects fell to the floor. I uncrossed my legs and stood up making my way to the door. I opened it and Stiles and Scott stood there ready to knock. "What are you guys doing there" I asked quickly. They seemed taken aback by my tone.







"Uh we are going to the woods or look for something" Stiles said quickly. He said. "So can you come" he asked. I gulped. My mother ahead given me specific instructions to try to stay inside and to definitely away from the woods. "I can't" I said quietly.







"Why n- What happened to your room" he asked his ADD getting the best of him. I turned to see the things floating in the air noloitered the hardwood floor. "Oh, Um- I was just looking for something" I said awkwardly.







"Oh, well or sure you can't come" he said. I nodded in reply.







"Why not" Scott asked.







"I was going to make you guys cookies for tomorrow" I lied. There eyes instantly brightened at the sound of my famous homemade chocolate chip cookies.







"Ok we'll leave you to it" Stiles said pushing Scott in the direction if the stairs. I followed them downstairs and showed them to the door.







"Good luck finding whatever your looking for" I called as they climbed into Stiles beat-up jeep. They each shot me a smile which I easily returned. I closed the door and reset the border we kept around the house to keep anything dangerous out. I sighed as I went to the kitchen to whip up the promised cookies.







I pulled out the necessary ingredients and immediately got to work. I mixed the flour and baking soda together mixed it with the brown sugar, sugar, butter and eggs that I had mixed together earlier.







I rolled them into perfect little balls on the cookie sheet and put them in the oven. I felt something weird happening to me. I felt on edge and endanger. I rushed to the sliding glass door and gazed out at my backyard illuminated by the almost full moon.







I always dreaded the full moon. It gave me power, power I didn't want. Oh wait I forgot to tell you, I'm a witch. Not the witches that wear the pointy hats and the broom and definitely not the ones who sell their sole to the devil. No we draw our power from natural forces and in return we keep balance. It isn't easy, it takes concentration and practice. It's hard.