teen wolf stories

princess || p.h.

Being ordinarily human in a town crowded with supernatural creatures could be pretty boring sometimes; especially when all of your friends saw you as a fragile thing who could get broken if exposed to a high amount of shit. It was stupid, though. You were not a doll or anything related, for God's sake; plus, even though fighting was not your thing, you could help on other stuff, like cleaning and bandaging the injured. Your aunt Melissa had taught you a lot of medical stuff, making you perfect for this task. However, bone killer Scott shut you out entirely, pledging you were too young to be on this life.

"As if I cared!" You snorted, angry. "Fucking Scott. Fucking rules. Fuck! Fuck!"

You threw, bored, the remote control on the couch's corner, giving up on finding a decent show to take your mind away from the horrible powerless feeling you were experiencing. People needed your help and you were stuck at home, not able to do nothing about it. Why did you let people manipulate you like that?

"This calls for some booze", you thought, standing up and heading to the kitchen. Sure, drinking would never solve entirely your problems, it's not like it's magic, however, you would at least calm down. Otherwise, it was very likely that you would rip Scott's throat with your bare hands.

While trying to reach the highest shelf to grab the tequila bottle, you could not help but giggle, suddenly imagining what the pack would do if they discovered your secret crush on Peter Hale. Poor tiny human Y/N falling for a monster. It was ironic.

Finally getting hold of the bottle, you took a sip straight from it, not bothering to get a glass. The liquid went down burning and you smiled, enjoying the sensation. It was damn good, as usual.

Taking short steps, you went back to the living room, ready to put on some music and swirl your hips to it. All of that was probably due the alcohol excess, you were never a strong drinker. Yet, whilst you set up the stereo, you heard odd noises. As if someone was walking clumsily through wood sticks, breaking them with its feet.

"Shit." You muttered, approaching the window and slyly looking through a brief shaft. There was nothing there. "I'm going crazy. That's it."

As soon as you returned to the room, you heard it again. This time, though, the door was swung open and a bleeding light brown haired man leant against the doorframe. What the hell was Peter doing here, at your place? Has he lost his mind?

"Hey, princess." His voice was weak and he coughed, blood staining your carpet. "Care to help me a little?"

Your thoughts were mingled and confusing, but you propped up and went to help him. You pushed the door closed behind you and dragged him to the couch, staring deeply at his eyes. He seemed so defenseless!

"What happened?"

"Kate is back in town."

"Kate as in Allison's aunt?" Your eyes were widened as you quizzed him worried. "Fuck, wasn't she dead? How did she come back?"

"As it seems, she was not killed. She was turned."

"Into a werewolf?"

"Not quite, princess. We still have to figure out that part." You could notice him struggling to talk and it shattered your heart the mere sight of your beloved hurt.

You always had a thing for bad boys, that was true; however, when Peter tagged along, you knew he was different. Sassy, slightly bossy... Heck, a perfect match for you. Still, you had to keep it a secret from him and everybody else. No one was allowed to know about your feelings, because it would turn out to be a major problem, considering how overprotective your cousin could get. Argh! You hated it. All of it.