A\N: the timeline of this story is pretty fudge, sorry about that, it's placed after the 3b of Teen Wolf and season 5 of the vampire diaries, though Damon and Bonnie didn't get stuck on the other side and the whole Original plot is out the window Klaus left for another reason.

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"A company of wolves,

Is better than a company of wolves in sheep's clothing."

-Anthony Liccione

Caroline laughed as Bonnie and Elena sang horribly off key along with the radio.

Matt shook his head but he was smiling just like the rest of them. Even Damon couldn't hide his smirk.

It felt... Freeing. Leaving Mystic Falls, if only for the school year. And sitting in the old van Stefan had managed to find them for the trip Caroline felt, light, for once the world wasn't sitting on their shoulders.

This was going to be their year off from the supernatural, just her, her friends and her cousin they were staying with.

"There it is," Bonnie pointed out the window at the town sign.

"We are officially in Beacon Hills, California!"

•••

Stiles sat at his computer scrolling through yet another useless website.

His phone started ringing, he would've ignored it but lately someone not answering the phone meant the person was dead.

"Hey?" He said, clicking on another link.

"Stiles, where are you?" Lydia demanded.

Oh shit! Was it already...? He looked at the clock. "On my way."

"No, you are sitting in your room on the internet or reading dusty old books."

"I'm about to be on my way-"

"Stiles! Get in your junk heap of a car and get over here."

"Hey, no need to insult the Jeep," he said, grabbing his jacket and heading downstairs.

"Sorry," she said in her unapologetic way. "I haven't seen her in years and she's bringing all her friends and I want you to meet her," she finished with a huff.

"I told you I'm on my way, I'm practically there." He got into his Jeep and turned the key. A strange rattling noise came from the engine.

"Stiles," she almost seethed. "Please tell me that is not what I think."

"I'll be there on time, I promise," Stiles was hoping that wasn't a complete a lie.

"You better," the line went dead.

He popped the hood and looked at the engine that was more duct tape than machinery.

"Okay..." He said. "Let's see what's falling apart today."

•••

They pulled up in front of the beach house they were staying at for the year.

Caroline got out and knocked on the door. It swung open and her cousin Lydia grinned at her. "Hey, Care."

"Hey!" Caroline threw her arms around her.

"We're all in the living room, come on in." She smiled and fell right into the role of hostess.

Matts eyes lingered on the red head. That was interesting, Caroline smiled, better than the Original Bitch any way.

Two guys and two girls sat in the room. All of them turned towards her as she and the rest of her friends walked in.

Lydia nodded towards a tall boy with dark hair and dark eyes. "This is Scott, and,' she gestured to the boy sitting next to him with lighter brown hair and green eyes. "That's Isaac," she nodded towards the Asian girl with the sparkly blue top. "Kira," she nodded towards the girl with the messy brown hair and suspicious eyes. "Malia-"

A scrawny boy came skidding around the corner, almost falling. "Sorry I'm late, are they-" he paused when he saw them finishing awkwardly. "Here?"

Lydia nodded to him. "And that's Stiles."

He gave a half wave, finding a seat near the brown haired girl, Malia.

"Anyway, guys," her cousin said to the group in the living room. "This is my cousin Caroline," she gestured to Matt. "That's Matt," she nodded at Elena and Bonnie. "Bonnie and Elena," she looked around. "Wheres Jeremy?"

Elena rolled her eyes. "He'll be here in a couple days."

Lydia didn't inquire further instead turned to the Salvatore's. "Drawing a blank here, these the new guys?"

Caroline nodded. "Stefan and," she gave Damon a distasteful look. "Damon."

Lydia nodded with a polite smile though Caroline could see the suspicion in her eyes from Caroline's tone.

Stefan looked on edge for a reason Caroline couldn't place. She decided to ignore it, looking around the room. 'You know when you said we were having a party I expected a keg and beer pong, you've lost your touch, cuz."

The doorbell rang and Lydia arched a brow. "You sure about that?"

•••

Lydia glared in disgust at the boy who fell in front of her, passed out.

Idiot, she rolled her eyes, stepping over him.

Stiles was sitting next to Isaac, that was weird. They usually avoided each other at all cost.

She dropped down next to them, glaring at the idiocy of the people crowding the room. "What are you guys whispering about?"

Stiles looked at her. "Why did you even through this party if you were going to be miserable the whole time?"

She frowned at him.

"And angry apparently," Isaac said.

She nodded towards the other room. "Care and her friends are having fun, that's why."

Stiles shook his head. "Well you can sit here and be an awkward loner with us."

"Speak for yourself," Isaac said standing and heading towards the blonde he'd been hanging around with at school.

"Okay... You can be an awkward loner with me," Stiles corrected.

"Sorry, I promised Caroline a round of beer pong, she apparently thinks she's the champion and I have to prove her wrong." Lydia stood grabbing a bottle of wine from some guys hand as he walked by. "This is expensive."

Stiles was giving her a look.

"Don't even start, Stiles, don't even start," she stalked away towards the living room.

•••

Stiles ran off to find Scott as soon as Lydia left.

He was talking to Kira in the kitchen, it was almost empty, good.

He nodded slightly at Kira before turning to Scott. "Isaac said there was something off about the new kids, did you get that at all or is he being a paranoid idiot?"

"No, he's right," Scott said. "We were just talking about it."

"Well? Do you want to explain to the person without super wolfy senses?" Stiles said.

"I don't know how," Scott said. "It's almost like they're werewolves but..." He shrugged.

"So you aren't sure there's anything actually wrong with them?" Stiles said hopefully.

"Are you saying you aren't immediately assuming they're all serial killers?" Scott said.

"Lydia really trusts them," Stiles said.

"Oh, that makes sense, you're trusting them for Lydia, I thought you were on drugs or something," Scott said.

"Scott! Are they werewolves or not?" Stiles tried to get the conversation back on subject.

Scott shrugged. "Not, I guess. I don't really know though..."

"But there's a chance there is nothing supernatural about them?"

"Yeah," Scott said. "They might be completely harmless."

A bloodcurdling scream came from the boathouse.

Scott and Stiles shared a look before rushing out of the house towards the boathouse, a girl stood over a body screaming well a boy lost the contents of his stomach into the lake.

"She's- she's dead!" The girl screeched.