Transmigrated into Teen Wolf

The first thing you notice is the absence of pain. The dull ache from your fall, the cold dread of your old life – it's all gone.

You wake to the sound of knocking, a gentle rap that's completely unfamiliar. "Wake up, honey. You're going to be late for school." A warm voice, not your father's, calls from outside the room. Confused and disoriented, you sit up in a bed you don't recognize.

The room is bright and spacious, a stark contrast to the cramped, cold attic you last remember. A picture on a nearby table catches your eye – two smiling women. Lydia Martin and her mother, Natalie. Your heart leaps into your throat. Why are they here? And why does the face in the mirror, framed by unfamiliar strawberry-blonde hair, belong to Lydia Martin?

Panic sets in. You're not dead. You're here, in the body of a character from a TV show you watched. Your new mother's call from downstairs snaps you back to reality. You have to act like Lydia Martin, at least for now, and figure out how to survive this impossible new reality.