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Here I was, sitting on the edge of the bleachers when my brother walked up to me. “What do you want Justin?” he sighed, putting his hands on his hips. “Stella, the blonde girl went crying to the principal saying you poured your milk on her. Is that true?” I scoffed, letting a laugh escape my mouth. Did he not see me? My hair is wet, my shirt is wet, and some of my jeans is wet. But he never believed me when I said it wasn’t me anyway. “do you not see me right now?” he looked me over, putting a hand under his chin. “Stella! I got you a shirt from my locker. Hopefully it’ll fit… oh hi Justin.” He looked from my best friend Harper to me. “so you really didn’t pour milk on her?” I shrugged my shoulders lightly, “Doesn’t matter anyway Justin.” I got up, took the shirt from Harper and walked away with my best friend at my side. “Thanks Harper.”

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Stella Argent, the pan-were.

-A pan-were an turn into animals ranging from a were-jaguar, to a were-hyena.-

In my story, Stella is as powerful as a vampire, maybe even more powerful. She is immune to most things regular were-animals would be injured by. Stella found out she was a pan-were,(her family’s curse) so they sent her to Beacon Hills, which is out of New York City.

There she meets her uncle, Chris Argent, and her cousin Allison Argent. Meeting Allison’s friends, she falls for the dork of the group, Stiles Stilinski...