My name is Thomas Hale, I'm not human, well not completely. I'm a werewolf, from a long line of werewolves. I have lived the past fourteen years with my family in Beacon Hills California. I am the third-born child of the Evolved Alpha Talia Hale, the Alpha of the Hale pack, Protectors of Beacon Hills. She taught me most of what I know. The most important to me was about how to act as a good person, and how to control my abilities as a werewolf. The most important thing she taught me about both is that vengeance isn't justice, and that as Werewolves we aren't monsters but predators.
I have an uncle named Peter Hale. He is fun to be around, always trying to get into some trouble. The thing is.... he is sneaky enough to seldom get caught. He is the most cunning of the Hale pack. Always looking for a way to increase his power. I learned patience from him, or how to wait for the perfect moment to act and how to think my plans through.
My eldest sibling is Laura Hale. She has always been like a second mother to me, always picking me back up when I needed it and pushing me to always be better. On the rare occasions that my mother was too busy overseeing the pack. It was Laura helping me with schoolwork. When I was younger, she even taught me how to dance. As I grew older, she began to teach me more about how to fight, both in our partial transformation and human forms. I was able to take the graceful footing of dancing and begin forming personal fighting styles. One as a human where I would try to dance around my opponent, always right outside of their reach, while looking to go for grappling moves and end the fight quickly. Then in my partial transformation, I try to get inside their guard quickly. Looking to disable my opponent by going for their wrists, elbows, knees, or ankles. While keeping my opponent off balance. It isn't even close to perfect yet, but one day I will be the best fighter of the Hale pack and hopefully even Laura's second, if the future is kind.
My older brother is Derek Hale. He is two years older than me, we used to be as thick as thieves. That was before last year, when his eyes changed from their golden color to glowing blue. He closed himself off, even from me, becoming quiet and withdrawn, no matter what I try he doesn't open up to me. Before that, he helped me the most with how to use my senses in tandem with each other. Bringing my senses to a higher level as I get older, and become better at using them all the time. My best sense is my smell. I can pick up scents further than even Peter can.
My younger sister is Cora Hale. She is like my shadow, always following me. If it wasn't for her inability to hide her scent, I wouldn't even know when she follows me. It makes me grateful in a way. Cora gives me ample opportunities to hone my abilities as a werewolf, except for my fighting ability. I spend a lot of my time with Cora practicing my abilities and teaching her what I have learned.
Outside of them, I have more family of all ages living in our home. Both blood and pack. The most important person to me is the niece of my Mother's Emissary Allen. Her name is Monica. She is a year older than me, but we have been friends since we were both little. Whenever Allen brings Monica with him we will spend hours together. When I first began my transformations during the full moon after hitting puberty, it was Monica Who helped me gain control. I don't mean that she was there helping me. No, it was the thought of her that brought me back to myself. I found out from Laura that it means Monica is my anchor.
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Today started like any other weekday. Waking up, dressing in Grey shorts, and a shirt. Then running through the forest surrounding the Hale house, which is more like a manor but apparently, it was named before even Mom was the Alpha of our pack. It's just had additional rooms built throughout the years. Ever since the Hale pack first settled in Beacon Hills.
As I start my run, I catch Cora's scent and know that she is following me. I smirk before my eyes change to a bright golden. I take off with all the speed I can, rushing past the trees of the forest. Occasionally I jump toward a tree just to use it as a springboard increasing my already supernatural speed. I kept my speed for as long as I could. I didn't pay attention to where I was going, just trying to make sure Cora wouldn't be able to find me easily.
Within fifteen minutes I was in a location of the forest that I didn't know. I saw a giant stump, all that was left of what must have been a beautiful tree in the center of a clearing. I ran my hand over the stump, wishing I could see what it looked like back when the tree was still standing. When an image of the most beautiful and ancient-looking tree flashes before my eyes. Before I can process what just happened, I then hear a voice behind me followed by a laugh I know well.
"Well, well... What do we have here a lost Wolf? What are you doing here little Hale?"
"Hahahaha"
I spin around and see Monica, and her Mother Marin Morrell, so I say while rubbing the back of my head.
"Hahahaha, nice seeing you two here... I was just running through the forest when I found this place."
While looking back at the stump I ask.
"Seems how a druid is here that this is an important site for the supernatural. What is it?"
Marin walked up to my left side, while Monica was on my right, as Marin said.
"It's called the Nemeton. It was once one of the most sacred places to not just my people, but the whole supernatural world. There are other Nemetons out there, all over the world, over intersecting lay lines. But most, like this one, were cut down and we stopped giving them any form of sacrifice."
I nod then say.
"I bet it was beautiful. Even now just being here sets my whole being at peace."
Monica says.
"That is because all Nemetons act as beacons to the supernatural, even being cut down. With how close we are to this one it's only natural you would have a reaction being around it."
Marin smiles before looking to the left and saying.
"Correct, remember the feeling you have from the Nemeton. It will make it easier to find it in the future if you are ever in need... Why don't you two go back to your house Thomas, you both need to hurry up."
Monica just nods before turning and beginning to walk away, but I look in the direction Marin was looking and inhaling through my nose. Catching a scent I haven't caught for over a year,
Deucalion. I look at Marin who just smiles at me before she says.
"Go Thomas... This isn't your business"
I nod before running to catch up to Monica.
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For the rest of the morning, we both slowly walked through the forest while talking and joking about what we wanted to do when we were adults and on our own.
It wasn't until we reached the edge of the property of my house, that I caught the scent of Derek, along with a scent I have smelt on him a lot lately. That of a female. I look at Monica, seeing her smirk at me, making me smirk back before I say.
"Want to go find out who my brother's mystery girl is?"
She nods before taking my hand in hers as she says.
"I think we deserve to know what she looks like at least. I mean it's only fair you are his family, and as your... Your Best friend I have that same right."
Following the scent we eventually find where Derek and his mystery girl are. Only to find that it isn't a girl but a fully grown woman, they are in the cellar under the house, currently screwing like rabbits. When I get a good look at her face. I pale while grabbing Monica's wrist, I then silently pull her with me making our exit.
When we are back outside I turn to Monica while whispering.
"That was Kate Argent, The future Head of the Argent family... Monica this could be very bad"
Before I can keep panicking Monica places he hands against my cheeks, while getting me to look into her eyes as she says.
"Thomas calm down. No reason to rush to conclusions... All we know is what we saw, maybe they have feelings for each other. I'm not saying that it's not concerning on multiple levels, but we can't jump to conclusions just yet. When we get a chance we will ask Derek what is going on, okay?"
At some point, her hands went from my cheeks to my neck. We both just stood in silence staring into each other's eyes, slowly leaning towards each other. When something hard hit us both in the back of the head, the last thing I saw was a group of 5 men wearing black tactical outfits, carrying guns.
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I wake up groaning in pain before I groggily look around, seeing I'm not in the woods any longer, but inside a building that looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. I try to move my arms and legs, only to realize that I have shackles on my ankles and wrists, connected to a steel-linked fence restraining me. And being pumped into my veins through an IV is a purple liquid that burns my entire body as it flows through my bloodstream. I can only assume it is the liquefied form of the purple wolfsbane.
I then noticed that there was a wire with exposed ends connected to something I couldn't see lying on a wooden table to my left. Then I hear groaning to my right, I see Monica tied up to a chair, with a cloth stuffed in her mouth. Looking closer I see her neck is covered in blood, seeing this I try to use all of the strength I have left to break my shackles, making a banging noise as I try to break free. Just then a fist connects with my cheek, causing spit and blood to fly out of my mouth. I hear a man's voice say.
"Keep it down you mutt. Make any more noise and I'll kill the druid before I kill you, understand?"
I look at him shocked stuttering out
"Bu- bu- but you have a code w-w-we never killed anyone... We never even hurt anyone."
He looks directly into my eyes before his lips split into a sinister smile, but before he can say anything a woman's voice answers for him.
"The code is more of a guideline. My father ordered us to wipe out the infestation in Beacon Hills so, that is what we are doing."
Looking over the man's shoulder I see Kate Argent entering the building, through the quick glimpse outside I can tell it's already late afternoon, I am brought back to the moment by Kate continuing.
"Did you like the show that you and your girlfriend saw earlier? When I noticed you two I was truly shocked. I wasn't expecting the baby brother and his girlfriend to see us... but tell me... did you like what you saw?"
As she finished speaking she was standing right in front of me. She licks her lips before touching my chest, sending chills of disgust throughout my body. As she leans in and whispers into my ear.
"Tell me the truth, Thomas."
Instead of answering I let my werewolf face show and tried to bite into her shoulder, to rip a chunk out of her. She was quick enough to avoid the bite, but one of my K9s did tear into her shoulder leaving a deep cut that immediately started to bleed. I laugh weakly then say.
"Haha... Try that again you hunter whore and I'll rip your throat out... With my teeth."
She covers her wounded shoulder with her hand, before pulling away and looking at her blood in slight shock at first, before quickly morphing into one of pure rage as she grabs the wire and the man turns on whatever it is connected to, Kate says.
"You're going to regret that you beast."
The moment the wire was touching my chest, all I knew was pain.
"AAGGGHHHH."
The last thing I saw was the man going towards Monica with another wire.
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When I woke up next it was midnight and I was outside my home, the place I felt safe for the first fourteen years of my life. I am in a kneeling position, with Monica silently whimpering right next to me. I inhale through my nose and smell burnt flesh, glancing at my chest I see it is completely chard black with skin cracking and blood coming out. Looking at Monica, I see her hands are like my chest. Just then Kate kneels right in between us. The man who hurt Monica stands directly behind her along with the other four men as Kate whispers.
"Are you ready to see some fireworks?"
Just then my home lit up in flames, all four corners of the house were set aflame. By more people than the ones with us, I scream as loud as I possibly can.
"NOOOOO...."
Falling face first crying. I don't know how long I stayed like that. I vaguely heard the roar of my Mother but It wasn't until I heard gunshots begin to go off, that I came back to myself. Looking around, my eyes landed on the figure of my mother lying right in front of the steps of the house, with a bullet hole in her chest where her heart would be. Kate nods at the men with her. Two of them grab my mother's body, while the man from our torturing picks up Monica causing her to cry out. The last one stays with Kate as they keep an eye on the front door, through which you can see the inside of the house is completely on fire.
I watch as my mother's body is thrown through the front door followed shortly after by a screaming Monica. Both disappearing behind the curtain of flames. The man who threw her hurriedly stepped over to me and picked me up, before he turned around towards the front door Kate said.
"Just so you know Thomas, if it wasn't for your brother I wouldn't have been able to do any of this. I owe him a lot the next time I see him."
So Derek isn't in the fire. Did he help them do this?... No, he wouldn't.... not to his family. I am again broken from my thoughts as the man nears the door. I use the very last of my strength and speed to attach myself around his neck with my werewolf face showing. I bite into his neck, causing him to scream and try throwing me off, but I dig my claws into the back of his neck as I repeatedly chew into his neck.
In a split second, that felt like an eternity, I saw everything the man ever did, said, or thought. I saw his entire life flash before my eyes. Everything he learned and heard was burned into my mind like a hot iron.
When I come back to myself, his body is beginning to fall into two pieces. The body and the head, my face and hands are completely covered in fresh blood, looking up directly at Kate. I growl, but before I can do anything I am shot in my stomach with a tranquilizer, filled with more of the liquefied wolfsbane, forcing my powers to waiver. I take a few steps back unintentionally into the house as Kate shoots me in the shoulder causing my fourteen-year-old body to go tumbling backwards.
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As I landed hard on my back, the ceiling brace right in front of the door on the balcony collapsed. Blocking the exit, though also stopped the hunters from shooting me again. Slowly turning to my side, I come face to face with my mother's lifeless eyes. I whimper quietly for a moment before I hear the voice of Monica pleading for help, mixing with the countless other screams of my family of my pack. I ignore the pain I am experiencing and stand up looking for Monica yelling for her.
"Monica, where are you? Monica?"
It takes but a second for her scent to lead me to where she has crawled. A back corner of the study where another beam of the ceiling collapsed in the center of the room. When I reach her I see that her hands aren't the only parts of her body burned now her forearms and legs have blackened cracked skin.
I carefully lift her up and as quickly as I can hobble us towards the back exit. As we are almost there I see Cora dropping from the roof outside directly in front of the closed back door.
"CORA HELP... HE-."
I try to yell for her only for the floor underneath Monica and me to give out collapsing in on itself. The last I saw of my little sister was her horrified face, as I plummeted down with Monica in my arms. We ended up getting wrapped in vines of blue and purple wolfsbane. When we landed we were in the cellar where this whole horrific experience began. I couldn't move anymore. It felt like any strength that I found to save my anchor, my first love had completely left me. Looking at Monica, who was still wrapped in my arms, I could hear her heartbeat getting fainter so I whispered.
"I'm so sorry Monica, this shouldn't have happened... Please don't leave me."
With what looks like the last of her strength, Monica looks at me and then kisses me before whispering.
"I have wanted to do that for so long... Don't blame yourself... None of thi- this was your fault... I love you... Thomas Hale."
Burying herself into my chest when she gave her last breath.
I was stuck in a shocked silence. Minutes became an hour and it finally hit me that she was dead. I offhandedly realized that I couldn't feel my body at all and my vision began to blur. The last thing that appeared in my mind was an image of a Blood Moon overlapping with a tribal design of an eye in a deep crimson red.
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(3rd POV)
Inside what looks like a back room of a house, are two bodies lying on two steel tables. One is a male, with brown hair and white skin. The other one is a female, with black hair dyed a light brown and black skin.
The male snapped his eyes open revealing a pair of bright golden eyes tuning to a dark golden glow while releasing a roar that slightly shook the ground
"GRAAAR."
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