Sneak Peek!

Since Teen Wolf is over until January - I thought I'd show you all something I've been working on since the beginning of season 3A. It's called Powerful Ones, it has the addition of witches. I don't know if Jeff has witches in mind for the future but I knew as soon as I saw episode one, I wanted my own character in the mix. 

Her name is Makenzie 'Mak' Shane, 17-years-old, and recently had her powers taken from her. I spelt it M-A-K because it's different and I like the different spellings. Also, I LOVE Mac on Veronica Mars. The Witches Council is kinda like the ones we see in Halloweentown High - when Marnie has the Halloweentown students come and live at her house for the year. They can pop in at any points (like in Wizards of Waverly Place).

One: 10 hours and 3 minutes

10 hours and 3 minutes.

That's how long it took to drive to Beacon Hills, California from Washington, Oregon. The worst 10 hours of Makenzie Shane's life as it came to an end. Mak got into some trouble back in Oregon and her guardian; Quinn was forced to take her away from home.

"I said I was sorry,"

"You need to learn to control it, Mak! You almost killed her!" Quinn gripped the steeling wheel of the car. Makenzie barely saw the 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sign by how fast Quinn was going. "I didn't though!" Mak muttered.

"'Cause Ethan stepped in."

"Don't mention his name to me, Quinn, he's dead to me. He should have let me kill that bitch." Makenzie crossed her arms, thinking about the blonde bimbo that took her boyfriend from her and told the whole school that Mak was pregnant at one time with someone else's kid, not her boyfriend's. Sure, Mak had a lot of boyfriend - she was a 17-year-old girl who was sexually active. And, yes, Makenzie did act like a bitch most of the times in school when I came to her friends and her peers. "Quinn, how long am I under probation for this?" Mak finally asked. It was the question that was burning in her brain since 5 minutes into the drive. 

"Until the Council feels that you can handle it again, Makenzie. You really fucked up, and you know how the Council feels about powerful ones on a killing spree." Quinn said.

"Screw the Witches Council!"

"Do you want your powers back Makenzie?"

"Yeah,"

"You only have 4 months without them until your hearing with them. You need to prove you can handle being a normal 17-year-old without snapping your fingers and conjuring your own boyfriend to make yourself popular." Quinn said. "It was one time!" Makenzie hissed.

"12."

"Seriously?"

"You really need this."

"How'd you lose yours again?" Mak asked. Quinn stopped the car in the middle of the road, not caring if anyone was behind her or not. Makenzie avoided the fire that exploded in Quinn's eyes. Quinn's fists were turning white gripped the steeling wheel. Mak knew what happened with Quinn, why she was stripped her power and bringing it up always pissed her off - setting off the minor power she needed to protect her person. It was because she fell in love with something that wasn't allowed to be in their world. 

Witches and wizards were paired together by the Council - to produce more...powerful children. 

Quinn disobeyed and fell for a werewolf. She was stripped of her powers for it, she was left with the amount of power a 4 year old had. It was enough to do simple spells and protect the teen in his or hers guardianship. 

"Quinn, I-"

"Forget it, Mak." Quinn's eyes went back to her normal brown eyes that were almost black. Quinn started driving again until Makenzie sat straight up, staring out the window. "What?"

"Stop."

"We are almost-"

"Stop the fucking car!" Makenzie yelled. Quinn stepped on the brakes, watching Mak jump from the car. Quinn saw two cars behind each other - a jeep and a rather expensive looking one. The expensive one had a deer slammed in the middle of it. Quinn knew what that meant. 

"Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine." The strawberry blonde glared at the brown haired girl. 

"My car is ruined!"

"You can get it fixed, Lydia."

"But school's tomorrow and I am not driving my Mom's car to school." The girl - Lydia - crossed her arms. 

"If everyone's okay..." Mak saw two boys staring at her. One looked rather muscular and the other couldn't stop staring at her. Makenzie smiled at the teens, walking off without another word.

"Who is she?"

"Who knows.”

"Dude, she must be new. I've never seen her before." 

"Stiles, we have more than a new girl to worry about." Scott McCall told his best friend. "The last time a new student came here, turned out her family was hunters." Stiles Stilinski said.

"I'm right here, Stiles."

"Wonder if she's special."

"Again, right here, Stiles."

"Who comes to Beacon Hills without an agenda?" Stiles asked. "He's got a point." Scott said as the car drove passed them. 

"How so?"

"Nothing good happens in Beacon Hills." 

"Well, that's not entirely-"

"Hunters, werewolves, kanima, dead bodies, Peter trying to kill us - twice, your grandfather turning on your badass switch. I could go on." Stiles said. 

"What's next, witches?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves,"

"Is he for real?"