Hunted - A Teen Wolf Fanfic

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

I remember the moment I realized my life as I knew it was over. One memory came to my mind. I’m not sure what brought this particular memory to the surface, but it played in my head like a movie.

I sat at my kitchen table with my mother, my father, and my grandfather. I knew this kitchen well. My family had owned the same house for generations. The kitchen had a particular smell. Not a bad smell, but a good one. It had always smelled … warm. I’m not sure how else to describe it. Like freshly cooked bread on a cold winter day.

My mother wore a sad expression as a tear ran down her cheek. Why is she so sad? I remember thinking. My grandfather took my hand. “Astrid, sweetheart. There is something you’ve never known about our family, and I think it’s time we show you.”

I was confused. Our family was very close. My aunt, uncle, and cousin lived just a few blocks away. We saw them everyday. Hell, we practically lived with them. My great grandfather lived no more than a mile away. We told each other everything. What was there that I didn’t already know about my family?

My mother spoke up. “Robert, she’s only ten. she’s too young.”

But Grandpa shook his head. “I found out when I was ten. Astrid is smart for her age. She’ll do well.”

“What are you talking about?” I said, sounding a lot like a mouse.

“We should show her. So she understands.” My father spoke without emotion, just like always.

With a nod, Grandpa stood up and held out his hand. I grabbed it and he led me outside. My father whispered something to my mom that I didn’t hear. Steering me by my thin ten-year old shoulders, Grandpa brought me to the edge of our property by a patch of trees. I remembered when I was even younger, I used to play with my cousin, Will, and we’d run around the lawn pretending to be pirates or superheros. But my father always yelled at us when we got too close to this spot. Then as Will got older he didn’t want to play anymore. He became more serious and less fun. I never knew what had happened. He was only two years older than me.

Grandpa bent over and pulled back a thick bush, revealing a wooden trapdoor that I’d never seen before. The wood was old and had weeds growing over it. Grandpa grabbed the rusted handle and yanked it open. I looked down, my heart pounding in my chest, and was barely able to see the dirt staircase leading into the dark.

My dad appeared behind us with a flashlight. “Come on, Astrid, don’t be scared.” He said, but he didn’t say it in a concerned fatherly tone. The way he said it was much more commanding.

“But Dad, what is…”

“No questions. Now come on.”

Reluctantly I followed him down the stairs and Grandpa came in behind us. With the light of the flashlight to guide us, we headed down a seemingly endless tunnel. I continued to try to ask them what was going on, but my dad would just tell me to be quiet or to stop being a baby.

After a while, we came to a silver door. My father pulled me beside him and told me to look closely at it. When I leaned in, I could see an engraving of a wolf. But this wasn’t the strangest part. The wolf had an arrow through it. Pulling an old key out of his pocket, my father unlocked the door and pulled it open. The door creaked like we were in a horror movie.

If I had known what was to happen next, I might’ve pushed past Grandpa and ran out of the tunnel as fast as I could. But instead, I just stood there frozen as my father slid his hand along the wall and flicked a switch. Suddenly, bright lights came on one at a time, the first one closest to where I stood, the last one the farthest. And when the last light came on, A monster appeared at the end of the room, tied up in chains.

The monster howled and I fell to the ground in panic. My dad stepped into the room and walked over to a desk. He gestured to the monster. “This is a werewolf. They’re a nasty species who kill for the heck of it. Some things weaken them though. Wolfsbane, Silver,” he said, pointing to the door with the wolf on it, “and, my favorite, electricity.” He turned a dial on the desk and the monster tied to the far wall screamed. I covered my eyes with my hands. “When one bites you, you’ll turn into one too. So you have to stay away from them.

I couldn’t believe what was happening at the time. I’d heard of werewolves in stories, but I’d never thought that they could be real. “But werewolves can also transform into humans,” my dad continued, “which means you can’t trust anyone outside our family.”

Grandpa nudged me from behind. “Our family protects humans from this dreaded animal. They call us Hunters.”