Werecheetah in Teen Wolf (AU)

Monday Afternoon January 10th, 2011. Beacon Hills, California.

Mo's fortune was shaping up to be what it always was.

Abysmal.

He'd been moved to a state that hadn't felt the predatory presence of wolves in sixty years. That fact alone excited him to no end as he'd been living with wolves on his back ever since he was changed. Even before then.

He thought no wolves meant something. Considering Botswana was home to the largest population of cheetahs and it was there that he stole the pelt. It was there that he became forever changed.

In arriving to Beacon Hills, he quickly learned the two weren't related.

Or maybe they were strictly inversely related. Because on his first night out, he'd run into the scariest werewolf he'd ever seen, following the discovery of a woman torn in two and the beast looking to make a pack. And something more sinister he could only smell.

He was there in the woods when it stalked the boy. Scott, he'd learned in passing. Embarassingly, he was beaten and forced to watch the consequences of his failure, all his in the moment craftiness be damned.

A boy was made beast. He'd seen it happen before.

And if all of that wasn't enough for a first two-days. He'd made a friend. Sort of. And she sort of happened to be Hunter royalty.

The Argents were a family of hunters. Hiding in plain sight with a name that meant silver in French. A language Mo spoke.

As he walked the halls in passing, looking through the messages, he was able to observe much of what went down when the moon came up in Beacon Hills. Even if the text flow had stopped an hour ago.

They ran routes and set up traps for straggler Omegas. Werewolves with no packs, looking to find the Alpha— or leading werewolf, in Beacon Hills.

They operated behind a legitimate arms dealing business, meaning they had firepower that rivaled the hunting groups in Botswana.

And they were beginning to learn of Mo's presence after his run in with the Alpha.

In more ways than one he realized as he passed a window and found three hummers turning in to the highschool parking lot.

Suddenly the lack of communication made sense.

The phone was being tracked.

"Damn!" Mo sped up his walk down the packed hallway as hunters spilled out of the car and made their way towards the highschool while others surrounded the perimeter. The day was ending so he was trapped two ways.

He rounded a corner and dashed into the boys bathroom.

Once he was inside a stall, he brought the device to his nose and focused his senses.

"Should've spent more time learning how to use my abilities…." Mo thought as he struggled to bring forth his true sense of smell.

Ever since he'd gotten the pelt, he worked best on instinct. On the fly. When he was running, his powers worked best. But now, in stillness and intent, he struggled.

"Come on!" He strained until the veins in his neck bulged.

Right when he felt like he was about to flex out, his skin began to change. Around his eyes, dark sigils expanded into lines and markings resembling a cheetah's tearstreaks. Amber fires bloomed behind his dark-brown irises. Spotted and king-style striped fur unfurled down his back.

The world expanded with his senses.

He brought the phone to his nose, scenting for the faint similarities to Alison's own scent.

Past the weirdly herbal infused gunpowder smells and steel towards the perfume and lavender soaps.

In his minds eye, a trail formed of her faint scent, fading by the second.

He pulled his hood up and headed out of the bathroom at a jog.

The hallways were a lot less dense with school being out for over twenty minutes, Mo took the advantage and bobbed and weaved through the spaced out clicks in a blur.

All the while, he followed Alison's scent through the halls until he neared the back exit leading to the field flanking the highschool. The Hunters followed.

Corner after corner. Foyer after cafeteria after—

Mo flew out of a dark hallway and nearly collided with a student in his pursuit of Alison.

Partly because the hunters were right behind him.

"Watch where you're going string bean." A red-haired girl with bright green eyes said after the shock of his sudden appearance faded.

"Yea, if you hit her I'll knock your teeth in."

"I doubt it." Mo said to the boy before looking back to his girlfriend, "And I'm always watching where I go, akere."

Once they heard him speak, they both looked disturbed.

Alison— who walked beside them took her chance to speak, "Jackson, Lydia, this is the other new student. His name is Mo."

"I don't care about his name." Jackson stared him down like he was edible.

Not in the good way.

Mo tried not to laugh and turned to gaze at Alison with disappointment, "Ah-eh! come on, skeem! You already abandoned your nickname for me?"

Alison blushed, "It just didn't seem like the appropriate time."

The hunters and their booted feet stomped down the hall. They were right around the corner he just took.

Mo waved her off as he tried not to panic. "Time only speaks for the sun, bring it in."

He stepped forward and hugged Alison. As he did, he slid her fathers phone in her purse.

"Ew! Get off her, snoop-dork! You'll get your weirdo smell on her and then I can't play matchmaker for her and the other first-liners." Lydia split up Alison and Mo's hug.

Alison coughed and curled her hair behind her ears.

Before anyone could say anything else, the hunters arrived. They wore black suits and ties with black shades. Comically ominous.

"Ms. Argent." One called down the hall and waved Alison over.

"Y-yes?"

"We just need to talk for a few minutes. Business relating to your father."

Alison turned back to everyone else.

"Is your dad in the cia or something?" Lydia asked.

"No, no." Alison giggled, "I'll be right back."

They disappeared around the corner, leaving Mo with the judgemental power couple.

"What's so funny?" Jackson asked.

"You both." Mo smiled.

Jackson's nostrils flared like a raging bull.

"Where are you two going?" Mo asked.

"Nowhere you're going." Jackson said quickly.

"Why is that?" Mo asked.

"Because unlike you, Jackson doesn't spend his freetime running through hallways like a kindergartener. He's in the field. Making a name for himself and this school." Lydia smirked as she gripped Jackson's arm tighter. "But you wouldn't know about that. I've never seen someone less built for Lacrosse."

Mo's ears perked up at the mention of the sport. At the mention of an extracurricular.

"You don't think I could play lacrosse?" Mo asked Lydia with a grin.

"I don't think you could catch a dead ball." Jackson interjected.

"Do you think I could catch you?" Mo asked.

"Me?!" Jackson scoffed, "I'm a champion. I'm the fastest pl—"

"HAHAHA!... sorry!" Mo slapped a hand over his mouth, "I thought we were talking about lacrosse— not comedy, Jacky-boy."

Jackson lunged for Mo.

Mo dashed backward so fast, Jackson almost tripped on the handful of air.

Mo's leg bounced.

Jackson dusted himself off.

Nothing needed to be said on his end.

"I'll see you on the field, champion. Try not to trip out there too, the grass here stains, no?"

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Skeem: This loosely translates to friend— but with a mischevious slant. Usually used when someone is trying to get on your good side to scam or convince you to do something

Ah-eh: a way to explain surprise.

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