Teen Wolf

I ran as fast as I could, trying desperately to get away from the girl with the bow and arrow. She was shooting these arrows at me that flashed white with fire, burning anything it touched. I turned back for a moment to see her chasing me, arrow poised, an expression of hatred labeling the features of her face. I growled viciously at her, sprinting harder toward the opposite direction only to run head-first into a brick wall of muscled werewolf. I backed away, growling at my offender. He stopped, looking at me, and giving me a good amount of time to analyze him. His hair was black, his eyes golden and his nails were razor sharp. I glanced back to see that the girl had ceased fire. She stood, watching me, as I faced off with the werewolf in front of me. They obviously knew each other. "Who are you?" He finally said. I paused in my assessment of the situation. "We aren't gonna hurt you." I laughed, absent of any humor. "Really, do you expect me to believe that when you're girlfriend here nearly just killed me with flash flaming arrows?" I asked. He looked up at her, and she shrugged. "I thought she was with Derek." She explained. I looked back at the guy in front of me. "My name is Selene." I said after a moment of hesitation. "And no, I haven't killed anyone if you're wondering." I said.

"Scott." He said after a moment of hesitation. "And this is Allison." He said, looking at the huntress as she moved toward us. Finally out of courtesy, I stood up like a normal human being, and looked at the both of them, crossing my arms in deference. Scott stood as well, and I could feel his eyes on my face as he analyzed me. "Wait, you," I said, gesturing to Scott, "Are a werewolf. And you," I said, looking over at the girl named Allison, "Are a hunter?" I asked in confusion. They both nodded. "What the hell?" I said. They exchanged sidelong glances. "It's complicated." Scott said. I nodded skeptically. "Why are you here in Beacon Hills?" He asked. "I was on the run from some hunters. I lost them in Arizona and decided it would be better if I stayed on the move." I explained. I glanced at Allison. "I guess I was wrong." I said. "I'm, sorry about the flash arrows." She said. I shrugged. "How many other werewolves are there?" I asked. "Why do you assume there are other werewolves?" Allison said. "Because typically, hunters don't settle in one place unless there's more than one werewolf. I was running with a pack, but they were wiped out a while ago." I explained. "Now it's just me." Scott and Allison looked at each other. "Look, I doubt this is the kind of place you wanna be rite now. It's like-" "A warzone." Allison said, finishing Scott's sentence. "It's gonna get ugly. Maybe even worse than anything you've ever seen." She explained. I shrugged. "Bring it on. I'm up for a little fight." I said. Scott sighed in what seemed like frustration. "You don't understand. You could die here." He said. I nodded- as if this was supposed to be new information. "That's a bit of package deal when you're a werewolf." I said.

With a sigh, I turned away, walking back in the direction of my house. "Oh," I said, glancing over my shoulder. "You'll be seeing me in school. I guess then you can tell me all about what I've missed." I explained. Then I took off on all fours, moving through the woods before either of them had time to respond. Trees flew by as I easily made my way through the forest, pulling myself forward. I followed my own scent back to my house, given most of the forest looked nearly identical. While most teenagers lived with their parents or their "legal guardians", I lived with Louise. She was a human, but she knew much more than the general public about what really went on in towns like this. She stayed with me because she (put in her words), she believed I needed some sort of "parental figure" in my life, werewolf or not. And in truth, it was kind of nice not being alone all of the time. She was good company, plus it was slightly less suspicious for me to go to school if everyone at least thought I had a "mother". In reality though, Louise really was kind of like a mother to me.

I arrived home in what felt like under three minutes. I had told Louise that I had gone out to survey the area. Little had either of us known that I would run into a werewolf, werewolf- hunter duo in the process. I up-righted myself as I walked up the porch steps. Our house was just on the edge of the woods, leading into town, so it was somewhat convenient that while we were still posted near the city, we had some sort of cover from the forest as well. I pulled my keys from my pocket, and unlocked the front door, stepping inside. I had done most of my unpacking this morning, though Louise had left quite a few boxes laying around the house. "Louise, I'm home!" I called, maneuvering my way around the boxes in front of the stairs. "Okay honey." She called from the kitchen. I headed up the stairs to my room, making my way down the hall, zig zagging around more large boxes until I reached the door to my room. I opened it, quickly moving inside- thankful for some kind of order other than the hectic mess I'd just encountered.

I shut the door, my room pleasantly cooler than the rest of the house. I sat down on my bed and stretched out with my legs lining the length of the bed. Scott's words played through my head on repeat. While more hunters was the last thing I wanted to deal with, I wasn't sure where else to go. It seemed like this was the only place where they hadn't tracked me down. Besides, there were other werewolves here, which means they'd be less likely to try and take us all on, knowing that I wouldn't be alone. If my clock was correct, it was nearly three in the morning. I'd spent most of the day unpacking and organizing, getting accustomed to my new room. I'd also taken time to visit the school's website and catch up on the work I had missed in the last week or so. It all seemed like repeat information to me, which is what pretty much guaranteed me an "A". I had finished it about an hour ago, and I was thankful that I had. Maybe now I could get some sleep. I decided I would wait till the morning to tell Louise about Scott and Allison and the "imminent danger" here in Beacon Hills. I'm sure the world could wait one more night to end. After shutting my bedroom light off, I fell into an all consuming sleep.

I woke up groggy, the light shining through my window. The room smelled of coffee, eggs, bacon, and French toast. It seemed like a lot for someone like Louise, who wasn't big on… well, big breakfasts. I stretched, swinging my legs over the side of my bed only to catch a whiff of something other than breakfast food. I spun around, my nails having automatically shifted into razor sharp claws. A tall man stood next to my window, which had obviously been his entrance point. I could tell, not only because of his demeanor, but because of his scent, that he was another werewolf. "Who the hell are you?" I growled at him. He looked at me for a long time, before answering. "I'm Derek. Derek Hale." He said, stepping forward. The bed stood between us, but he reached out his hand as a sign of a truce. After re-shifting my nails, I shook his hand hesitantly. "I remember you." I said, recognition falling over me. He seemed shocked. "I've been searching around on the internet. You're the one who's family died in the house fire." He looked down, his fists clenching even tighter. "I'm guessing the rest of the town doesn't know that the hunters were the ones responsible for it either." I said. He looked up at me. "How long have you been here." I sighed. "since yesterday morning."

"You know a lot for someone who's only been here for a day. How'd you know what the hunters did to my family?" He asked. I laughed humorlessly. "I've learned to read a hunter's markings. And that fire had hunter's markings all over it." I explained. I dared not give away too much information. While Derek was another werewolf, I didn't know him all that well. I had to take everything he said at face value. "You're observant. I could use someone like you in my pack." He explained, his eyes cold and calculating. So he was an alpha. I crossed my arms and looked at him with just as cold of an expression. "How do you know I'm staying in Beacon Hills?" I asked. He laughed. "Because I saw the moving boxes in your windows." He said matter-o-factly. I looked down for a moment, feeling somewhat idiotic for even asking. "Okay, whose to say I wanna be your pack?" I asked.

A smile played across his lips. "You knew there were hunters here. Which means you also knew there would be other werewolves. And you're still here. I don't take you for the kind of person to go running from a fight." He said, avoiding my question. Something about the fact that he knew me so well pissed me off. I barely knew this guy, and he was reading me like a book. "Why do you know so much about me?" I asked. He shrugged. "Maybe I'm just as observant as you are." He said. "Selene!" Louise called. "I'm up Louise!" I called back, turning to see Derek standing next to me. My nails shifted back into talons at his close proximity. I backed up, nearly into my bed side table. "Meet me after you get out of school at the edge of the woods." He said. I narrowed my eyes at him, going for an at least somewhat menacing approach. "Why should I?" I asked. "Because, I can tell you what it is you wanna know." He said. He reached forward, making me flinch in the process, but he simply toyed with a strand of my hair for a moment, before moving back toward the window. "Oh," He said, turning back to look at me with a smile. "Work on your glare. It'll work on humans. But I'm still having a bit of a tough time believing you." Then he was gone.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I quickly changed out of my pajamas into a pair of jean shorts and my favorite T shirt: It was designed to look like something with large talons had clawed holes into the fabric. I guess it was somewhat of an inside joke. The thought of telling Louise about last night wasn't comforting. It spelled trouble, on numerous levels. So I grabbed the papers from the assignments I had made up yesterday, shoving them in a folder, and quickly putting the folder in my backpack before slinging it over one shoulder and heading downstairs. I made my way around the dwindling number of boxes near the front entrance. "Bye Louise!" I called. "You're not gonna eat breakfast?" She asked from in the kitchen. "Not hungry. Um, I might be a little late coming home today, just to catch up on some of the assignments I might have missed." I lied, grabbing my keys and heading out the front door. I drove to school at nearly 30 miles an hour, getting there in under a minute.

I climbed out of my car, heading for the school's front entrance with the rest of the crowd. I got stares from a lot of the people around me, but I didn't care. I headed right for the front office. The secretary had never seen me before, but it seemed as if she lacked any interest in me either. Her hair was short and red, a contrast to her green eyes. Her mouth seemed set in a permanently painted on scowl. "High, I'm looking for Scott…" I trailed off, cursing myself for not asking for his last name. "Mcaul?" She asked, seeming perplexed. I nodded. "I'm new, and we met each other at a party last night. He let me borrow one of his texts books to catch up on some of the work I missed." I lied, something that was of second nature to me. She nodded, seeming somewhat skeptical of what I told her. "Locker 134, house C." She said in a bored manner. I nodded, heading toward what I hoped was the right area. Exactly two minutes later, I was standing ten feet away from Scott. I moved in behind him, silent enough to startle him when he turned around. "Damn it, what the hell!" He said angrily. "Derek Hale; he's a werewolf?" I asked, anger about what happened this morning welling in my chest. "How did you-" "He visited me in my house this morning. He told me to meet him at the edge of the woods after school." I said in a rush. "What? How did he know you were-" "Scott, we can smell it on each other as werewolves." I said, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"He wants me to be apart of his pack." I said, watching as his eyes became labeled with worry. "You didn't say yes did you?" He asked, obviously on edge. "No! I don't know anything about him. Why would I?" I said. He nodded. "Good. Look, Derek is bad news, okay. Very bad news. Stay away from him." He said. "Like I was gonna waltz, completely blind, into this mess?" He sighed, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "What do you have first period?" He asked. I pulled my schedule out of my bag. "English." I said. "Then you're with me." He said. I followed him to what my best guess would've been the English room. As he took his seat in the back of the room, I noticed he was sitting with Allison. I walked up to the English teacher, waiting for him to get off the phone. After a moment, he hung up. "What can I do for you?" He asked. I pulled out the essay from the night before for English; it was about the political stereo types found in "Romeo and Juliet" and while it was due two days ago, I doubted the teacher would mind my extra effort. "Yes, I am the new student, Selene Watson. And I found the essay criteria on the school's website for the Romeo and Juliet paper. So I figured it be best if I did the essay to catch up on some of the work I missed." I said, handing him the five page essay. "I was also wondering if you by chance had an extra copy of the English text book?" I asked kindly. He looked up at me with what seemed like awe in his eyes. "Yes, of course." He said, grabbing a text book from the drawer of his desk. He handed it to me and shook my hand. "Thank you, Mr. Harris." I said, taking a seat near Scott and Allison.

The teacher turned to the chalk board and began writing some sort of assignment, while I turned to Scott and passed him a note reading: "You and Allison meet me at lunch. We'll talk then." I watched as he read the note, before he looked up at me and nodded. I turned back around in my seat to find a note on my desk. I opened it to read a note that said: "So you're the new werewolf in town?" I looked around the room to see a boy two seats over from me staring in my direction. I narrowed my eyes at him, as if to ask "You?" He nodded. I decided to respond, scribbling on the piece of paper. "How did you know?" I sent it back to him, and he quickly responded, tossing the note back to me. I opened it, reading what he had written. "I'm Scott's best friend, Stiles. And yeah, I know about the werewolves." I took a deep breath, a small amount of relief washing over me. It was better than the alternative: another hunter. I crumpled up the paper and stuffed it into my bag, only to find another note on my desk when I turned back around. I unfolded it and recognized the handwriting. It was Stiles again. "So what's your name?" He asked. I looked over at him. He urged me to respond before the teacher turned back around. "Selene." I wrote, tossing him back the note. He read it, scribbling on the paper again before tossing it back to me. "Cool. So look, just my warning to ya- when you're dealing with Derek, be careful. He basically spells out trouble for anyone who comes into contact with him." I thought for a moment about this. Then I wrote: "You're probably right. Look, wait until lunch and then we'll talk. I don't wanna get you in trouble with the teacher." I tossed the note back to him and he read it, nodding at me before attempting to shove the note into his bag. But it slipped from his grasp, landing by my foot. I picked it up, just as Mr. Harris turned around.

"What's this?" He asked us. The room went quite. "Oh, I was just helping Stiles here with one of his papers. It fell out of his bag." I lied, knowing I was the perfect picture of calm. I handed Stiles our note, nodding respectfully. "Oh. Okay then." Mr. Harris murmured suspiciously. Class continued then, as he drew our attention to the front board. "Now, can anyone tell me what these symbols are?" He asked, having drawn twenty or so symbols on the board. I raised my hand, recognizing them immediately. "Yes Ms. Watson?" He said. "They're said to be the scripture of the ancient Sumerian language. Scientists have been trying to decode them for years but the origins of the language have been untraceable." I explained. He nodded, smiling down at me. "Very good." He said. I nodded in return. "Thank you." I said simply. "Now, if I may ask, how did you know about the scripture?" He asked. "I've visited museums before that had copies of the scripture in their exhibits. The real scripture is obviously under lock and key somewhere." He nodded. "You could all use a lesson from your new peer-" "No, disrespect, Mr. Harris. Honestly, you are obviously an intelligent mind. But in today's society, everyone processes information differently. I have, a… habit of vocalizing what it is I have prior knowledge about. But not everyone is that forward. Many people are intrapersonal, and focus in on the information in their own minds, dissecting it on their own." He looked down at me. "You are right." He said after a moment. Then he quickly returned to the black board, continuing to right something else.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Stiles trying to get my attention. I looked over at him as he whispered "I think I love you." I rolled my eyes, pulling out a fresh notebook and copying down the notes and symbols on the board. After that, English went on without a hitch. After class, I headed out into the hall, Stiles quickly catching up to me. "Okay, you may be one of the coolest werewolves I know." He said with a laugh. "Except maybe Scott." I smiled. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Chemistry." He said. I nodded. "Well then I guess we'll be sharing two classes." I said. I looked up at me, eyebrows raised. "Lead the way." I said. He nodded, walking just slightly ahead of me. Behind us, I heard a bunch of jocks laughing and messing around; suddenly, one of them sent a football flying through the air; it spiraled by, heading straight for Stiles' head. "Stiles!" I yelled, quickly moving forward and pulling him around the corner of the hallway just in time for the football to miss the back of his head. The wind was partially knocked out of me as I landed with a thud with my back against the wall. Having yanked him around the corner, he stood with each hand on either of my sides against the wall, his face inches from mine. I sucked in a breath through my nose, hoping to regain myself. Instead, I was engulfed in his scent. Suddenly, I could hear his heart hammering in his chest, ringing in my ears. It made me dizzy due to his "too close" proximity. "Whoa." He murmured, blinking momentarily. I looked at him, waiting for him to back up. But it seemed I wasn't the only one working to get my bearings back in order. "Thanks." He said. I nodded slowly, my lips nearly touching his in the small gesture. "Could you back up a little? It's just… I can smell your blood." I said hesitantly. He stood up straight, adding just enough space between us to dilute the smell of his blood in the air. "Thanks." I said softly.

He nodded, and we continued on our way to chemistry class. "Thanks, for back there." He said once we were a ways down the hall. "If you hadn't pulled me out of the way I probably would have ended up with a brain aneurism." He said with a small laugh. I smiled. "Yeah, well, jocks like those can be serious asses." I said. It wasn't the first time I had dealt with people like them. I could easily see what kind of people they were. I saw him watching me out of the corner of my eye, and while his heartbeat had somewhat returned to normal, I could hear it begin to pick back up again. I couldn't help the small smirk that played involuntarily on my lips. "What?" He asked. I shook my head, looking down with a small laugh. "Let's just get to chemistry." I said. He seemed confused but remained silent as we headed down the hallway to our next class.

The day went by fast, leaving me with no homework, and almost nothing to do. Almost. I had decided that while it may or may not have been in my best interest to do so, I was going to meet with Derek. Scott, Allison, and even Stiles hadn't told me much information at lunch. Just that Derek had his own pack, consisting of Erica, Isaac, and Boyd, all of which I had met in my other classes and all of which they told me to be careful of. They hadn't seemed to notice the scent difference between me and the rest of the class though, which means that my identity remains unknown to them. In fact they hadn't even thrown me a second glance. The only other thing they had told me was that Allison's entire family were hunters, something I wasn't surprised by. But I got the sense Derek could tell me a lot more than what they had led me to believe was it.

I exited the school through the back doors, moving across the field toward the edge of the woods. As I neared the tree line, I saw him. Derek leaned lazily against a tree, watching me move toward him. Once we were in speaking distance, he called over to me. "You came." He said simply. I nodded. "So, what did Scott and his little crew tell you?" He asked, watching me with an expression that could only be described as intrigued. I made my way closer, until I was about five feet away from him. I made my movements slow and steady, still untrusting of him. He read me too easily when I knew so little about him. So I kept my expression blank, making sure he couldn't pull anything off of me. And it seemed to work, because he was watching me extra closely. "Not much. They told me Allison's family was a hunting party for our kind. They told me who was apart of your pack, all of which I met today." He seemed to stiffen at my mention of his other pack members. In my mind, I smiled, knowing I had struck a nerve. "Erica seems a little… sure of herself." I said, watching his expression return to unreadable stone. "Boyd, he seems, conflicted. The way he moves in his own body is too… harsh. Cold." I said. While his face seemed still on the surface, I could tell he was seething underneath. He didn't like the fact that I knew so much about him and his pack. "Isaac seems pretty relaxed. But he shouldn't be, should he?" I asked daringly. Derek wouldn't meet my eyes with his own, averting my gaze as much he could. "What don't I know?" I asked, taking a step closer.

Suddenly he was behind me, holding me against him by my hips. It vexed me that he felt so entitled to my personal space, but I couldn't let it show. I couldn't let him intimidate me. Not if I wanted him to tell me the truth. His lips were by my ear, and he talked very carefully to me. "What I tell you could very well get you killed. Are you sure you wanna know?" He asked. I tilted my head toward the sound of his voice, his lips never moving an inch away from my ear. "Yes." I said finally, knowing that while this was truly dangerous, it was probably better that I know now what I was getting into. There would be no backing out. His hands slid from my hips, up my arms, resting on my shoulders. Even in the cool air, his hands were warm on my bare skin. He pulled me against his chest, and I knew he was trying to intimidate me. "So," I said, my voice coming out much more breathy than I had intended. "Is that what you do? Use your sexuality to intimidate people?" I asked, adding a challenging note to my voice and hoping it gave me some sort of depth. I could feel the ruble in his chest from his laughter. "Yeah, something like that." He said; I could hear the smile in his voice. His lips brushed against the side of my neck, right where my pulse was. It made me nervous, and yet sent pleasant shivers down my spine all at once. "Hmmm." He purred, more to himself than to me I was sure.

He moved a piece of my wavy, vanilla colored hair to the side, before finally stepping back and reclaiming his earlier position against the tree in front of me. He leaned there casually, and while my legs threatened to give out on me, I stood my ground, letting the muscles in my body relax enough so that I didn't seem too rigid. "Have you ever heard, of a creature called a Kanima?" He asked. It sounded familiar, and I thought for a moment; then I remembered. "You mean the legend? Someone is bitten by an alpha, and they turn into a, scaly, life-sized reptile, searching for some sort of a leader- all the while equipped with a tale and claws and venom and whatnot?" I asked. I was a legend I had heard from my alpha, when the rest of my pack was still alive. "It's not an urban legend." He said matter-o-factly. I narrowed my eyes at him in disbelief. But by the expression on his face, I knew he was one hundred percent serious. "You're kidding, right?" I asked. He looked up at me. "Sure you wanna stay in Beacon Hills?" He asked. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Do you know who it is?" I asked. He shook his head. "That 's what we've been trying to find out." He explained. I nodded. "What happens when you find it?" I asked hesitantly. He looked up at me. "It depends on who it is." He said after a moment. "But once we find out who it is, we need to find it's leader." I nodded. "Do you have suspects?" I asked. "Actually, I have two: Lydia Martin, and Jackson Whittemore." He said. I had seen them both earlier in the day, remembering their faces from when the teacher took attendance. "The thing is, I wasn't the one who bit Lydia. That was anther alpha; my uncle, Peter Hale. But after I uh… after I killed him, I took his place as the alpha." "Wait, you killed your uncle?" I asked. He looked at me for a moment. "It was a lot more complicated than you might think." He said solemnly. I nodded skeptically.

"Okay, what about Jackson? Did you bite him?" I asked, crossing my arms. He nodded. "That's the thing though. If the bite doesn't turn you, it kills you. Scott told me that Lydia's been having these weird, hallucinations, and she ended up roaming the woods for two days straight, but she isn't dead, or a werewolf." He said, suddenly seeming to remember something important. "And Jackson?" I asked. He looked up at me. "That's the weird thing. He isn't a werewolf. But I found him in the bathroom about a week ago. He was bleeding out of his ears and his nose; but the blood, it was black." He said. I thought for a moment, weighing each situation against one another. "Okay, Lydia's situation makes more sense. I mean, it could just be post traumatic stress disorder. But it isn't… human for someone to… bleed black." His eyebrows came together in a scowl. "But there's no way to be sure." He muttered angrily. I stepped closer to him, watching as his eyes turned red. "Derek," I said. He looked up at me, and I gestured to his eyes. He took a deep breath, blinking a few times before his eyes returned back to normal.

"You're frustrated." I said quietly, noticing the sound of his heart beat getting louder- faster. I stared at his chest, as if on some level I would be able to see the movement of his heart inside him. "This thing is going around, killing people. It's a threat to everyone. And I have a feeling that whoever or whatever is controlling it is just as bad as the Kanima itself, if not worse." He said. I thought for a moment. "Who would be the last person in the world you'd think would be behind this?" I asked. He paused. "Gerard Argent; he's Allison's grandfather. He just recently joined the Argent's group here in Beacon Hills after Peter killed his daughter, Kate." I heard his pulse beat out of it's typical rhythm when he said her name. "Wait;" I said after a moment, realization dawning on me about why his heartbeat changed it's pattern. "You and Kate…" I said, my remark left open at the implication of Kate's and his relationship. For a moment he was silent, his expression turning serious. Suddenly, his arm wrapped around my waist pulling me toward him. "What-" He pulled me behind a tree and mimed for me to be quiet, pushing me against the bark of the tree; his face a mere inch or so away from mine, and his body pressed against my own. I tried to ignore the sudden smell of his cologne wrapping around me in spicy, enticing waves. We both glanced around the corner of the tree, and I noticed that a mere twenty feet away, stood two men in long black coats, both holding riffles. "Hunters." He whispered. 'How had I missed them?' I thought. 'Because you were too busy staring at Mr. Buff over here.' A condescending voice said in the back of my mind. I let out a small growl at my own stupidity. Damn me. Damn him. Damn those fricken hunters.

After a moment they left, and he backed up enough to give me breathing room. "Thanks." I murmured. He nodded. "See what I mean? These hunters are all over the place." He said. I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. I tipped my head back against the tree, tired and sleep deprived. "So, how much do you know?" A voice said. I turned around to see Stiles moving toward us. I laughed. "Well as far as I know: everything now." I said. He glared past me at Derek. "Look, Scott wanted me to come find you. He had a… sneaking suspicion that you would be here." Stiles explained. I nodded. "Uh-huh…" I said. He rolled his eyes. "I'll be over here." He said, giving Derek one last glare before moving back toward the tree line. I turned back to Derek. I glanced around the tree at Stiles before turning back to look at Derek. Suddenly, he was less than an inch from me. He leaned down and whispered into my ear. "Be careful." He murmured. Before I had a chance to respond though, he pulled away, gave me one last look, and then took off into the woods. I stood silent for a moment. Slowly, I moved around to the other side of the tree, coming up beside Stiles. There was a slight look of confusion on his face. "What was that about?" He asked "I don't know." I murmured. With a sigh, he started forward, and I tagged along behind him. "Where are we going?" I asked after a long moment of silence. "Scott's waiting at the front entrance of the school." He said flatly.

We reached the school's front doors, and we found Scott standing there, looking nervously around. "Found her." Stiles said, bringing Scott's attention to us. "What's up?" I asked, trying to forget the awkward moment with Derek back at the tree line. "What were you doing with Derek?" He asked. "Talking. We were just talking" I said defensively. "Why did you call me out here?" I asked, wondering what it was that was so important. "To get you away from him. Look you just got here, and getting involved with Derek in any way is a bad idea." I laughed humorlessly. "Right, because you guys have shown such an enormous amount of honesty with me." I said sarcastically.

"And yes, I know what the Kanima is. If you had just told me, maybe I'd have been able to help you." I said. "Wait, you know what the Kanima is?" Stiles asked. I crossed my arms in deference. "Yes, I know what it is." I said. "I also know that it's either Lydia, or Jackson." I said. "Jesus, you know more about what's going on here than Lydia's figured out in a month." Stiles muttered. I rolled my eyes. "Look, I have things to do, so if you don't mind?" I said, adjusting the strap of my bag and heading in the opposite direction. "Selene!" Scott called. I turned and looked back at him. "Stay away from Derek." He said. After a moment, I turned and walked back toward the parking lot. I got in my car, setting my bag in the passenger's seat. I took a breath, trying to get my very confused bearings in order. I leaned back against the seat for a moment, before starting the car and heading home.

I backed into the driveway, careful of the trees shading my house. Getting out of my car, I grabbed my bag, pulled out my keys and let myself into the house. The boxes that had once littered the house had been cleared, leaving a decent looking home before me. I could smell Louise's homemade Chinese noodles coming from the kitchen. The soft melodies of classical music drifted out as well. "Louise?" I called, setting my bag on the couch in the living room and returning my keys to my back pocket. I walked into the kitchen to see that not only clean, but was it fully operational, as Louise moved around the kitchen at lightning speed, picking up ingredients from all over the place and adding them to the pan. I sat down at the granite kitchen island, watching her move around, vigorously mixing in the soy sauce and whatever else it was she used in the concoction. "Hey pup." She said. "Pup" was her nickname for me; it was kind of an inside joke. "Hope you're hungry." She said, turning off the stove and putting the noodles into one large bowl before putting it on the island counter in front of me. "I see you spent the day cleaning." I said, glancing around the unfamiliar kitchen. She shrugged. "I don't have to go to work until tomorrow, so I figured it would be a good time to get most of the unpacking done." She said, pulling two bowls from the kitchen cabinet. Smiling, she handed me my bowl, and while my appetite wasn't too present, I decided to take some of the noodles out of common courtesy. Besides, she had decent cooking skills. Dinner was quiet for the most part though, and I did the dishes when we were both finished.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided not to tell Louise about what happened today. I didn't want to drag her into this if I didn't have too. She'd been put through quite a bit because of me, and if there was some way to protect her from this mayhem, then that was exactly what I was gonna do. I headed upstairs, walking into my room and shutting the door. With a sigh, I glanced at my radio alarm to see that it was nine o'clock. But my body was telling me my only option was sleep. I changed into a tank top and a pair of cotton pajama bottoms, lighting one of my favorite candles and laying on my bed. But my mind began to race with all of the information that I had found out today. To think something as outrageous as the Kanima even existed was insane. It was like a bad horror movie… gone wrong. It made me wonder just what else existed. But after a while, sleep won out over my thoughts about the truth behind Beacon Hills.

I woke up coming out of some sort of dream I couldn't remember. I sat up slowly, noticing a smell in my room other than my French vanilla candle. My senses kicked into overdrive as I suspected the possible threat of an intruder. I immediately stood, surveying the room and noticing the familiar build of a dark figure sitting in my desk chair. I glanced over at my clock; five minutes after twelve. I looked back over at Derek. "You shouldn't sleep with a burning candle." He muttered. I sighed, sitting back down. "Damn it." I said. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I asked. He chuckled quietly to himself. "Why are you here?" I asked annoyed. "Because, you still didn't give me an answer." He said. The grogginess clouding my thoughts made me question what it was it was he was referring too. "I'm sorry you're gonna have to be a bit more specific." I said, crossing my legs underneath me. "I want you in my pack." He said simply. For a moment I was quiet. "You know, a lot of people have been telling me to stay away from you. They say you're bad news." I muttered, standing and crossing my arms. He glanced down for a moment before looking back up at me. "And how many of those people have told you the entire truth about Beacon Hills?" He asked. I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing that the point he made was valid.

"I don't know, anything, about you." I said. "I've been here, two days." "You're less likely to get killed if you're in my pack." He said. Suddenly he was less than an inch in front of me. "I've seen what happens to lone wolves. The hunters will slaughter you without a second glance!" He said angrily. I looked up into his red eyes, noticing not only my heartbeat rising but his as well. "Why do you care so much? You don't even know me." I murmured. His brow furrowed together. "You think I wanna see you die because of the hunters?" He asked.

I blinked for a moment, not sure how to process the information. After a moment, his eyes returned to a much more humanly hazel color. His hand caressed the side of my face, moving a piece of my hair away from my eye. "I never said that. I just don't know why you care so much." I murmured. Suddenly it was like there wasn't enough room in my skull for my brain. I was pleasantly dizzy, noticing that while he seemed to lack the typical smell of cologne, the scent radiating off his skin was so much better. My eyelids threatened to fall shut, and my lips threatened to close in on his. They were less than a mere inch away; it would be so easy. But the though of not knowing him, not knowing what I could be getting into… it was dark and dangerous and threatening in ways the general populace had no clue of. "It's simple; you and I, come from the same kind of place. We both know the truth. We've both lived the same kind of life- the kind of life spent running from monsters much worse than us.

I watched his eyes for some kind of lie. Some kind of false advertisement I didn't find. His words were honest. True. I knew he meant what he said. He stepped closer, caressing the side of my neck. I could feel my pulse jump at his touch. Something in my chest became tight; constricted. It was hard to breathe with him so close to me. I was silent. "So what's it gonna be?" He asked. Slowly, his lips moved down to my neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along my skin. He coaxed the answer from me with his mouth, leaving a trail down to my shoulder and back up again. "Yes." I breathed after a pulse pounding moment. And while I knew that what I was getting into was both life threatening and dangerous, I had no other options. I knew what I knew, and there was no going back.