She’d been watching him for a while. Sure, it could have been seen as creepy but since stumbling into the small town of Beacon Hills, Katherine was intrigued as ever by the boy who ran with wolves. It was interesting, to say the least, to have a young boy fall in with that type of crowd and not get turned. Generally Katherine viewed werewolves as rather clumsy and constantly turning people accidentally, she was surprised that he was still alive let alone still human.
Sitting comfortably in her newly acquired car, conveniently parked next to the boys blue jeep, Katherine watched the group of teenagers practicing on the Lacrosse field and waited for them to be done. It had been long enough; she knew he had seen her watching him from time to time, stalking him almost like a lioness would stalk her prey. It was time to talk to him, to come out from the shadows and actually speak to the boy she had grown rather fond of following. She wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted from him yet. Information? Maybe. A dead wolf? Almost definitely. There was something he could give her that she needed, and she would do anything to find out what that was. @overthiinker
