Hey folks Lana here, I know it's been a long while.... Sorry.
I know a lot of you would have heard the call Arroooo!!! Teen Wolf Movie, enough said. I think a lot of us have been waiting for this, for so long. Anyway I've been working on this because I know so many like the Rilessa Hale prologue at the start of her life. This is a sort of continuation and there will be a lot of flashbacks involved.
So what I'm thinking is one chapter a week, this short because well I really wanted to thank you all for waiting and following me for future works, as to the others I think they will continue. I lost my stories when my first computer was destroyed and the second is fiasco in itself, so I'm hoping to please some of you and the fact I really do want to continue on with my stories.
I guess this is a sign off now and hope to see you all back and reading my work again.
Also I've hit 10k views. How? Why? Thank You! Seriously I went in thinking I'd get a few but wow, love you guys for sticking around.
Disclaimer:
I definitely do not own Teen Wolf nor would I ever claim to, but I like to think I own Rilessa/Riley/Ri/Snowy/ (yeah she has a lot of nicknames) well the idea of her at least.
Chapter Two
It took a lot of effort but I finally found the building and address of where my mother apparently lived for a while before we were with the coven, what I wasn't ready for was to find the charred wood of what used to be a beautiful home at least judging from the drawings in her grimoire, it all happened in seconds but someone had just suddenly came up behind me while my hand wrapped around the switchblade I kept in my back pocket.
Alpha red eyes glared down into my Omega blue wolf eyes, I could feel claws just puncturing the flesh of my stomach ''who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?!'' The growl was practically rumbling all through him trying to shake my wolf into submission, it wanted to fight back so badly. My wolf was moving around agitated white wolf fur bouncing about in the back of my mind. She did get angry easily.
''It's her.'' That voice I could remember well curly brown hair bounced about as he stepped from two teens who I hadn't noticed either that were standing on the porch running along the house.
'Aer projice eum a me;' The Alpha was thrown backwards hitting in a black Camaro probably worth a bit but I was more focused on gripping a hand over where he'd clawed my stomach, it wasn't deep or something I wouldn't be able to heal from. 'What's a witch doing here?'
Another male had appeared but like me he had blue eyes instead. That wasn't what had me standing still though it was because I knew him- well not in person. From drawings my mother kept in the grimoire.
This man was Peter Hale.
My father...
In case someone is confused or wondering, the words not in English are Latin, I've always thought of Latin to be the language I wanted to use should I write stories about witches which I've done with Rilessa Hale. I'll post translations next chapter, thank you for sticking around being here with me as I get back into writing. :) you deserve a cookie if you've read this whole thing.
xxLana