Run. Charlotte was always running these days. She felt like she had been running all her life, or at least for the last six years. It felt like all she would ever do was run. Or hide. It was always one of the two pushing her forward, guiding every choice she made.

Run and hide.

Run and hide.

Run and hide.

Survive.

As an omega werewolf she didn't really have any other option. Omegas were the first to be slaughtered in a hunt and the first to be attacked by a passing pack. That was what you got for not being loyal to a pack. Not that she'd been given a choice in the matter. Being bitten at the age of twelve and then promptly abandoned by her family, the alpha who bit her already long gone, meant that she didn't have a lot of people to help her out.

No friends. No family. No pack. Just Charlotte and her dangerous isolated thoughts.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

Charlotte's feet pounded against the hard dirt of the woods, her human body still agile enough to avoid all of the obstacles in her path. Her long dark hair whipped along behind her, occasionally getting caught on a branch but she was too focused on moving to notice any lost strands being tugged out of her head. Her mind was completely dedicated to running, her eyes calculating every possible path and her ears trained on the sounds around her. Of course her senses weren't as sharp as they could be in wolf form, but she wasn't in any immediate danger yet so she could afford to take her time. She liked to alternate between human and wolf form whenever possible, mostly because it kept suspicion off her when she was in a new town, but sometimes she stayed in wolf form longer because it tended to be safer and allowed her a quicker escape if necessary. It had been a few months since she'd really used her human form properly. Months since she'd actually had any human interaction. The only reason she was running in this form now was to make sure she didn't forget how to transform.

The scent of another wolf somewhere nearby caught Charlotte's attention, although it didn't slow her down. Instead, she finally felt her body itching to shift, and thanks to her many years of practice, she allowed her body to gracefully transform mid-step. Her feet turned into paws, immediately much faster than her human body and she pushed her body to be faster, flying through the woods.

After what felt like a while, all sense of time now lost to her, she came to the edge of the woods and allowed herself to come to a halt. Standing in her wolf form, she looked up at the signage above her, signalling the entrance of the town.

'Welcome to Beacon Hills'

Just reading those words was enough to push Charlotte out of her wolf form and back into her human body. Her long hair hung over her shoulders and she clung her arms to her body as a million thoughts flooded through her mind. She was here. They told her not to come back but she was here. No turning back now.

She'd show them just how much of a beast they'd made her into.

A/N: Hey folks, so this is my first shot at an OC fic but I'm so excited for Charlotte's journey! I've actually had her in mind for a while so I'm so keen to finally write her. Hopefully you enjoyed this first little prologue teaser! Please leave a review if you feel the desire to and let me know your first thoughts on Charlotte! You can also come talk to me about her or any of my other fics on my tumblr (hailargent). Thanks for reading and don't forget to click follow to make sure you don't miss the next chapter!