Teen Wolf Imagines

First time and cheap dimes

Summary: You live at a motel, and become enraged when the influence that thrives there maddens you. Luckily, there is a wolf that saves you from ending your own life, after having just been saved from the rush of craziness himself.

A bus belonging to the school district pulled up, from your musty motel window, you could see a flurry of teenage passengers descending from the vehicle’s stairs, all round housing in a large group, as their teacher you assumed, who looked like he had quite the handful to berate authority over the kids, stood before them, whistle poised around his neck like a noose; it wasn’t the first time that you had seen one. A noose that was. People killed themselves all the time here, you had managed to avoid the same fate, though you weren’t sure for how long you would be able to do so. But if you didn’t stake out in the dingy garbage hole that called itself an establishment, the blood thirsty hunters would uncover your whereabouts, and surely end your life, with their silver entourage of bullets, and cast arrow heads. During the next full moon, that would be your timing to divert yourself towards another temporary habitat, but for now, it was vital that you remained in hiding, these may have not been ordinary kids at all, there was a chance that they were killers in disguise, wanting your perception of them to be a mistake.

As they shrouded through the hallways, their scents richly congregated into your nose, there were more wolves taking this motel up as their residency, and that, was admittedly not a good prospect. If anyone knew of what they were, then it could vastly project a flurry of human executioners to the roadside dump of which you were stowing away in. There were alphas, their presence making you hold in a whimper; a part of you feared for your life, and among them, and their angered chemo signals, were two betas. You weren’t like them, you had no pack, and alternately that labelled you as an omega. No pack was calling you home; they’d all been killed in a flurry of executions that human hunters - Argents, had commenced. That left you to scathe away from the path of danger all on your lonesome, with no place to remain for the rest of your time in the world, until those human monsters caught up with you. It was inevitable that was what would eventually unravel, but it was your duty to yourself, and those that you cared about that unfortunately didn’t make it, to live for as long as possible.

An Argent was nearby, and that fact alone made you cower, as you remembered the carnage that you had witnessed, most being composed by the hunters. You could smell the silver in her blood, as though she were a weapon, an arrowhead searching the air for its next target, of which would undoubtedly be you. And the worst thing of all, she had found peace with the werewolves, possibly using them to track you, or having deceived them into thinking that she was simply a girl that went to the school, and as they slept, she would stab them in their slumbers. To be specific, there was five wolves that bounced off your radar, and you could only hope that their enhanced smell didn’t pick up on you; you weren’t here to find a pack nor cross paths with any other kind of supernatural creature; survival of ones self was your main and only priority.

You had escaped the clutches of death for this long, you knew that you could make your journey longer if you remained invisible, as though you were nothing more than a wisp of air occupying the room. It was no news to you that this motel that you were residing in was seedy, it gave you shivers down the occupancy of your arms, enforcing that each individual hair that was growing from that land stand on edge, and poke out as though you were a porcupine on the defence. But you alas had other ways of protecting yourself, for your nails could grow into stapling pinschers that could cause someone to bleed to death if so much as wanted them to, as well as snarling pearls that shrouded down from your gums that had the ability to tear flesh, though luckily not force anyone through the transition into a monster as you yourself and presumably theses lurking lacrosse players had endured.