-Tyranny-
Laura Kinney arrived in Beacon Hills the way she arrived everywhere else-alone, silent, and already scanning for exits.
She looked older than seventeen. Not just in the way her body had finished growing too early, but in her eyes. They were tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The kind of tired that came from surviving when everyone else was dead.
This world was wrong.
And for once, that was a relief.
No mutants.
No black vans.
No guns trained on her back.
Logan had been gone for years now-impaled, dying slowly beneath the weight of time and wounds that never truly healed. Laura had buried him with her own hands. After that, the world had started to unravel. Then it tore open completely.
Now she was here. In this town that smelled like wolves, lizards and other strange things.