𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗠𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖠𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍

𝙊𝙣𝙚

Wolf Moon 1x01
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𝗙𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 her feet nervously as her eyes scanned the hallway of Beacon Hills highschool, fidgeting with the ring Allison had given her for her birthday last year. It was a nervous habit she has had for many years. "Raya, what's wrong?" Allison sighed looking over at her best friend who shook her head.

"Nothing." Freya gave Allison a quick smile, Allison knew not to push Freya but it always bugged her when she wouldn't tell her what was wrong.

Freya watched Allison constantly looking over across the hallway where Two boys stood watching them from across the hall, "Oh does Ali have a crush!" Allison blushed at her best friend's words.

"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Freya 's head turned to the redhead standing in front of her talking to Allison.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Freya almost wanted to scoff at the words Allison had just spoken.

"And you are my new best friend." Lydia spoke to Allison, dragging her away from Freya, not even looking at the girl. Allison looked back at her and saw the hurt all over her face before Freya turned her back facing Allison and the girl she knew nothing about.

•••

Freya sat on the freezing bleachers overlooking the lacrosse field, "I can't sit on the sidelines again." She heard an irritated voice as she looked over and the two teenage boys she saw in the hallway together one sat on the bench with a huff and the other ran out of the field.

Freya got up to go to the buzzcut boy. Anything would be better than hearing Lydia steal her best friend, plus if Allison was gonna make new friends why couldn't Freya?

Freya sat down on the bench next to the buzzcut boy whose mouth gaped open "I'll sit on the bench with you." she smiled at him, "I wasn't eavesdropping or anything you guys just talk loud." Freya explained herself.

The pale boy looked over at Freya giving her a smile and a small laugh, "Stiles." He stuck his hand out for her to shake "Freya." She greeted back, shaking his hand with an amused laugh.

"I would love for you to sit on the bench with me but I don't think the coach will." Freya laughed looking over at the coach who was screaming his head off.

"I don't think he will even notice." Throughout the scrimmage Freya talked to Stiles every chance she got and he explained who most of the people on the team members were, who to associate with and who not.

•••

Freya sat in Allison's room listening to her ramble about her perfect first day when her doorbell rang, Several times Allison and Freya walked out of her room leaning on the railing of the upstairs balcony that looked out over the entryway to see who was there seeing Mrs. Argent answered the door where Stiles stood looking frantic.

"Hi, Mrs.Argent um... You have no idea who I am. I'm a friend of your daughters." Stiles started to ramble and Victoria called for Allison who looked down at Stiles. "It's for you." Victoria left, leaving the three teens alone.

A sigh of relief left Stiles when he saw Allison, Stiles rambled "I was just making sure you made it home safe." he smiled before trying to walk away.

Freya walked after stiles and before slamming her hand against the door, "What's going on stiles, I know you didn't come here to make sure she got home safe, is this about your little friend trying to hurt her." Freya's protective instinct kicked in.

"No... no, he's just, he um, can I trust you?" Freya nodded while looking at Stiles.

"It's Scott. I know it sounds crazy and unbelievable but he's a werewolf." Stiles whispered.

Freya's eyes widened looking over at stiles before looking at Allison who stood in the doorway watching the pair confused, shaking her head "Stiles this isn't good!" she whispered, "He's- he's in danger."

Stile eyes widen in pure fear "What!" Stiles exclaimed. motioning for stiles to get in the car while Freya ran over to the passenger seat she looked over at Allison, "Stiles is gonna give me a ride home! I'll see you in the morning!" Freya got into the passenger seat not waiting for Allison's response. "Drive.'' Freya demanded, Stiles looked confused before starting the car and driving away.

"My family, Mine and Allison we aren't a normal family okay.'' Stiles then looked at her then the road then back at her.

"What do you mean!" he shouted desperate for her to elaborate.

"Were werewolf hunters! Argent and my father went out earlier tonight to go hunting." Stiles' mouth dropped open, "Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent" he looked over at me confused "We hunt those who hunt us. It's our code." Stiles was driving down a road as the sun was coming up.

•••

"You've killed before?" Stiles questioned her looking uneasy.

Freya nodded grimly "Not by choice." she looked down at her hand playing with my ring. "They forced me to. I don't believe in hunting people for what they are, I believe in protecting people who can't do it themself, people like Allison.''

Stiles slammed on his breaks looking over at the shirtless boy who climbed in the back seat looking confused "Why is she here." Scott asked worriedly.

"Because she knows a lot more than us." Stiles told him.

"Of course she does, her father is a hunter!" Scott almost yelled, Freya drew in a sharp breath "Please tell me he didn't see your face."

Scott looked confused before saying "I don't know it was pretty dark."

Freya 's knee bounced up and down worried for the boy she barely knew "Will you take me home?" she turned to stiles who nodded and she gave him directions.

•••

The three teenagers pulled up to the giant house "What the hell do your parents do! You make this much money off of being a hunter?" Stiles asked Freya who laughed "My dad deals with weapons, he's a manufacturer, helps with the weapon cover. And my mom is a Surgeon." Freya answered, opening the car door and getting out before Scott climbed up to the front seat.

"Oh and Scott, don't worry about Allison, she'll forgive you." Freya smiled softly at the boy before walking into my house.