Strange things always happen in the town of Beacon Hills, and life is hard for teenagers, with things like exams, classes, pesky teachers, drama and the occasional full moon, no one can really be prepared for anything.
That leads us to the main prot...
"Ready?" Derek asked me with a straight face, he lowered himself into a fighting stance, unleashing his claws,
"Ready as I'll ever be," I said jumping in place with a tad to much enthusiasm, my claws came out and I got into a martial art stance,
Derek's eyes glowed red and he growled lowly at me. I smirked then released a growl and we began to spar. Each punch and slash I threw was countered and blocked with ease, while Derek's attacks were barely dodged and the ones that landed were strong and powerful. He threw another punch but this time I caught his arm and twisted it outward, only for Derek's other hand to grab my neck, stopping my assault.
"Your good, but not good enough," Derek said smirking at me, he kept his grip on my neck, I released his arm and placed both my hands firmly on his that was around my neck,
"...actually," I said softly, Derek hesitated for a moment and I used my new found speed and agility to bring my legs up and around his neck, shock appeared on Derek's face but he reacted to slow,
I used my body weight to twist myself causing Derek to flip over, causing him to crash into the floor, making him groan in discomfort. I smirked as my legs locked in place making him choke, I grabbed his arm pulling it back,
"...I'm way better," I snarled at him, I felt my teeth change into fangs, and my eyes started to glow blue,
"Better than expected..." Derek coughed out, I released my hold on him and we slowly pulled ourselves off the floor, I was smiling as I was pleased with myself but Derek had a scowl on his, "...better than your average newbie werewolf actually,"
"Well... isn't that a good thing?" I asked him as he walked away from me into the old damaged train car,
"Under normal circumstances, it would be," Derek said not looking back at me, he picked the bag of chains and other unspeakable things he got from his old house and started to shift through it,
"And what does that mean?" I questioned with attitude as his lack of caring was starting to bother me, he looked over at me, his eyes were red and his expression was stern, which made me shuffle awkwardly in place,
"It means you're not normal," Derek said in low voice, his eyes scanned me up and down,
I was about to say something when running footsteps echoed and the door to the basement was thrown open loudly.
"Derek? Derek!" A voice with a slight British accent shouted,
Derek looked at me then to the staircase, as a person ran down the stairs and I could smell the fear on them, from where I stood.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked the person, I moved behind him to see who it was, and the person looked familiar,
