Deadly Kat // Teen Wolf (ON HOLD)

02 - Grief

Nine years was a long time to be gone from Beacon Hills, yet Kat realized she still knew the Beacon Hills Preserve, like, it was the back of her hands. Everything was nearly the same and that was something she was grateful for. The darkness of the night and the chilly air reminded her of the last time she had been in the woods. Her mind wandered back to that horrid night, how she witnessed her own older sister be murdered by their brother. The thoughts sent waves of chills down her spine. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, Kat gracefully moved through the trees, keeping a close eye on Stiles.

When she saw him leave the high school with Scott McCall's new beta, Kat knew Stiles would be up to no good. There was this determined look in his eyes. The same look he used to get when they were young kids in elementary school. There wasn't a day that passed by that Stiles didn't get into some sort of trouble. Katherine always found his antics to be funny. She often wished she had a friendship like Scott and Stiles and, for a while, Katherine thought her best friend was Theo.

All of that ended when Theo tried to kill Katherine. Katherine did die that night, and that's when Kat was born, a fighter who refused to be beaten down by her own brother. Kat was the one that promised herself she would never let Theo hurt someone again, especially not Stiles.

Her promises were the reason she spent three hours up in a tree, hidden from sight, where she watched Stiles and Liam sit in the jeep on the side of the road, all while Theo played video games. Kat assumed this boring field trip was Stiles way of trying to find enough proof to prove to Scott that they shouldn't trust Theo anymore, which made Kat worry about what exactly Stiles would get himself into.

Mischief. That was the nickname Mrs. Stilinski shared with her because Stiles couldn't pronounce his own name. Kat even had trouble pronouncing his real name. To this day, she preferred to call him Stiles because she remembered that was what he liked to be called anyways.

Every time the secret duo would meet up, Mrs. Stilinski told Katherine a new story about Stiles, usually about the crazy antics he would get into. Katherine loved to hear the stories. To her, she loved to hear them and she knew Mrs. Stilinski loved to talk about her son. The fact that Stiles was the same person and never changed who he was made Kat happy, something she knew would make Mrs. Stilinski happy, as well.

Kat's heart broke in two when word got around and she found out Mrs. Stilinski passed away. Being on the run and broke at the mere age of ten, Kat couldn't be at the funeral and she felt, like, she disappointed Mrs. Stilinski. The two had such a strong relationship, one that could never be broken.

After that, Kat had no one left. She only had herself. A little girl in a big world with no one to help her. She learned to survive with the help of being part of the supernatural.

When Kat was bitten at such a young age, she realized she had no one to turn to because no one in her family supposedly knew about the supernatural. Kat hadn't even known about it until that night. She wasn't even allowed to be out that late when the whole thing happened. Mrs. Stilinski was the one to find her on the side of the road, bleeding and crying hysterically over the pain in her right leg.

That was the first moment Kat's life changed forever. Mrs. Stilinski explained what happened to the little girl, told her all about the supernatural world, and how she would be with Katherine every step of the way. The young girl never asked how Mrs. Stilinski knew so much about the supernatural. There was no need to in Katherine's eyes. She was simply grateful to be placed under her wing, and taught how to control her new abilities at such a young age.

Katherine grew up, quickly, maturing faster than her other siblings or the kids she went to school with. She had no other choice. The bite from the Alpha didn't turn her into a werewolf, like when most are bitten. No, Katherine was different. Spots appeared all over her skin and she moved more gracefully than a werewolf ever could.