The Blood Claim Part One: The Alpha's Right

(INCLUDES EXCERPT OF PART TWO)

My name is Stella Stillinski. My twin brother, Stiles, and I, have gone through quite a lot since school started this fall: namely finding out that werewolves were real and our best friend, Scott McCall, is was one of them. Stiles and I have come to terms with the fact that Scott's a werewolf-- and that his kinda-girlfriend Allison Argent is part of a family of people who love to Hunt-- werewolves, that is.

For a while, we thought the Beacon Hils Bad Boy, Derek Hale-- a born werewolf --was the town's local murderer. Turns out it was his "dead" Uncle Peter who was never really dead, just suffering for five years in an asylum of some sorts, and Derek's just as big a jerk as Jackson Douchemore-- I mean, Whittmore. There's also something going on with Lydia Martin, Stiles' Lifetime Movie Crush and Jackson's longtime girlfriend, although I still can't figure out what that's all about.

One night not too long ago, Scott and Stiles decided to (ingeniously) get themselves trapped inside Beacon Hills High. I out having a nice time with Allison, Jackson, and Lydia when a text lured the rest of us to the school. Needless to say, we got ourselves trapped, too-- by Not-So-Dead Super-Psycho Alpha Peter Hale, no less. Over the course of one night, we almost get ourselves killed-- in School, of all places -- by Peter the Alpha; Derek the Alpha Douche comes to the rescue, but not before Scott is half-turned into a killing machine, and I'm nearly killed with a swipe of Peter's claws.

I could barely remember that night, and my inevitable and swift transition into a teen-aged werewolf has been terrifying. Even though I've come to terms with what I am now, and Stiles has still been so supportive, he's suffocating me-- I can't help but think that someone important is missing-- someone who just so happened to give me the three jagged scars that are slashed across my stomach....