The Start of It All [1]

Shape Shifted

"Hey, Stiles texted you too, right?" Jocelyn asked me as we made our way to art class.

"Yeah, he did. I can't believe Derek turned someone already." I said, walking into the classroom and taking a seat at a random easel.

"I can." She said. "I mean, it's been a couple of days and alphas are stronger with a pack."

"True," I agree. "But he has to have some kind of reason for wanting to build his pack so quick, and don't you dare say for power." I stopped her before she could even open her mouth.

"Fine. Let's just say that he's not doing it for power, what could he be doing it for?" She questioned and I just shrugged.

"I wish I knew." I said, and I began to get my paints and paintbrushes ready for class.

"Good morning, class!" I look up and see a very familiar face. He's one of the recruitments that my dad brought in.

What's he doing here?

"I am Mr. Coleman and I will be subbing for Mrs. Danvers while she is on maternity leave. Now, let's begin!" He said, writing his name on the chalkboard and telling us what the assignment was.

"Jocelyn, he's one of the recruitments I was telling you about." I whispered to her and that made her look at him.

"He is?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I recognize him from the other night. We have to be careful because he won't hold back on his orders."

"Noted," she says, beginning to work on her painting and I do the same. I look at my painting and stare at it quizzically because I was painting a pair of hazel eyes that I swear I've seen before in my dreams, but never their face.

"Nice painting. Who's it of?" Jocelyn asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I shrugged. "I don't know, but I feel like I should."

"Maybe it's your kindred." She said teasingly, and I looked at her in confusion.

"My kindred?" I repeat.

She sighed. "Yeah. There's this myth that each you-know-what have something called a kindred spirit to help level them out. You'll feel an instant connection to them once you meet, and vice versa. But it's just a myth, so it doesn't matter."

I look at my painting and say, "What if the last one had one?"

"Casey, no one knows who the last one was. And even if we did, it's not like you can ask her." She said.

"I know. But doesn't it make you curious? What if some myths about me aren't fake? And I wouldn't even know because the last person who even knew anything is dead." I huffed in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, Casey. I know you'll get your answers one day." She promised.

"Yeah, one day." I said, not liking that I had to wait for my answers.

I just hope that I'll find out soon.

-

"I hate them." I said when I took notice of Paisley and her crew all laughing and pointing at me as I got stuff out of my locker.

"Who doesn't?" Jocelyn said. "Ignore them, they're just jerks."

"Oh, I know. It takes a lot for me not to use my powers on her to make her trip or set her purse on fire." I said, slamming my locker closed before leaning up against it.

"Tell me about it." She said. "But we can't. We'd be just as bad as her."

"Sadly," I mutter under my breath, and Jocelyn chuckled next to me. I suddenly felt my phone buzz and I take it out to see a text from Stiles.