Savior Stiles Stilinski book 1

Wolf's Moon

*DISCLAIMER* I still do not own Teen Wolf, only Alex Blackridge. Although owning Dylan O'Brien wouldn't be that bad. *Sighs heavily* continue.

It's the day before school starts and I've settled in at the McCall house pretty well. It's honestly the best home I've been at in a while. Scott, Stiles and I hang out pretty much all the time. At first, I didn't feel comfortable around them but now I consider them my best friends. Even though we had only been friends for almost 2 weeks I felt like I'd grown up with them... At first when I would leave or enter the room they were in Stiles would mutter something like, "Dibs" or "Dude, she's so hot!" Which always caused me to blush.

Today I decided to go walk the running trails, by myself. As I was walking I found this old, burnt down house. Did I decide to go and check it out, yes, because why the Hell not? I hadn't even made it up the steps before I heard multiple people screaming. I looked around trying to find out where it was coming from but I didn't see anyone. It sounded close enough to see who was screaming. Then I started smelling a fire. That's when the feeling hit me. It literally felt like someone had lit me on fire. I fell off the steps and onto the ground. I was shaking terribly and screaming as loud as I could. I started feeling light-headed and ended up passing out because of the pain.

While I was out I saw the same house I was at, but it was on fire. There were multiple hands reaching out of the basement Windows. Children crying. People screaming. And...howling? Is that... growling? There were chains and locks on the door. Someone had locked these people inside and caught the house on fire.

When I woke up I was inside the house and saw a man sitting on a charred table staring directly at me. He was really muscular and extremely hot. But I got a really bad vibe from him. He watched me intently and started walking towards me. I started scooting back as fast as I could, Tears had begun falling down my face but I didn't care about that as I was scared as fuck.
He held his hands up in front of him and stopped walking.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just have a couple of questions." He said with his hands still in the air.
"What were you doing at my house?"He added after a second.

"I..I don't know. I was walking the trails and I felt like I was being pulled in this direction, so when I saw the house I decided to go look around it. I didn't know anyone even lived here.." I said after debating with myself if I should say anything.

"Why were you on the ground screaming?" He asked.

"I.. I don't know." I lied. I didn't want to tell him the truth because it was crazy.

"You're lying. I can hear your heartbeat quickening by the second. Why. were. You. Screaming?" His words startled me because he was still halfway across the room, there's no way he could hear my heartbeat.

"I.....It felt like I was on fire, there were people screaming. What happened here? How can you hear my heartbeat?" I wanted answers as to why I felt like my skin was melting off, and how he could hear my pulse.

"A fire. About 10 years ago. And I'm a werewolf."

"Were-wolf, right. Anyways how many died?" I was almost laughing at this point, but I was still scared.

"A lot, so what are you?" His question caught me off guard. What the hell does he mean? What am I?

"My name is Alex..?" I said still unsure of his question.

"No..I mean. You're obviously a.... Never mind.I'm Derek Hale... Now get out of my house and don't come back." He said folding his arms across his chest.

I got up and almost ran out of the house. This wasn't the first time something like this has happened to me. It's like whenever I am around somewhere something really bad happened I experience it myself. I tried telling Bree but she didn't believe me, so she put me on more meds.