Authors note/disclaimer: Obviously I don't own anything related to Teen Wolf, so there's that.

FIRSTLY. This story was inspired from the song Youth by Daughter. Every chapter will have every line from the song. BUT, listen to it if you want. It's a very deep song that I feel strongly for, and I think it relates to my main character A LOT.

NOTE, Derek does not show up for the first couple chapters. You actually won't hear anything about Derek until the next chapter. And after that he's still not going to be in the chapter. Just mentioned. The reason being, well, read and find out :) it's worth the wait.

I'm like SUPER excited about this story. I hope you guys love it as much as I love the main character. This all came to me in a rush, and I just am in love with the OC. She's destructive, strong, and crazy. I love crazy characters. But there's a lot more to her than you think.

Next important thang, this story is a few years after season 4. My form of Derek isn't going to be the dark brooding Derek from season 1 & 2. I'm branching more on his personality from season 4, where you see him open up and let himself be happy.

This first chapter also might be confusing... because Derek's not in it and you are meeting all these characters from her current pack. Just to clarify, the main OC Leora is in a different pack. She is a werewolf already. No. She won't overpower the main characters, she won't be a true alpha, she's just a beta. BUT it will all make sense by the end of this chapter, and the next chapter will further it. I'm character developing hahaha. Anyway, getting on with the story. Hope you enjoy :)

Chapitre Un

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.

The familiar scent of fresh rain filled my nostrils. Inhaling the rich air, I let myself snuggle deeply into the cotton linens. The soft pitter patter of the tiny droplets hitting the glass window was enough to draw me back to sleep. However, the increasing volume of my alarm prevented that. With a grunt, I slid my thumb up on the thin cell to snooze the racket. If only I could snooze life along with it.

Rolling out of bed, I sauntered over to my closet. I slid jean shorts onto my bare legs along, tossing on a light blue tee-shirt. Hopping on either foot I slid on knee high gray socks as I made my way to the bathroom. Quickly I brushed my teeth, making odd faces at myself in the mirror, boredom got the best of me these days. The long loose curly hair was a hot mess, but I didn't have the time to brush it. I ran a hand through the amber strands in attempt to smooth them out, but when they ceased to sit I shrugged a shoulder uncaringly.

I slipped on a pair of brown ankle combat boots and finished with a baseball cap, which would hide my hair at least. Grabbing the keys to my beat up car, I ventured out into the stormy weather. By the time I reached my beat up Chevy, I realized I left my purse on the kitchen counter. I sat in my car for a full minute, scowling at the water dripping down the windshield. I had to go back inside and get it. Not to mention, I forgot to put on a bra.

How did I forget my bra?

Sprinting back up the stairs of my two story apartment complex at superhuman speed, praying that no one had seen it, I shakily jiggled my keys in the door. Today I would be late for work. Again. Like the last three weeks in a row, and honestly, more like the last five years of my life.

Heading into my bedroom, I took off the tee-shirt and grabbed a solid black bra that was lying on the floor. Making sure to grab my purse, I headed back outside.

The wipers brushed angrily at the rushing waves pouring down around me. I should have called off. But it would let up eventually. Not to mention, depending on how bad of a wreck I could get into with my reckless driving, I'd most likely heal anyway. Fingers crossed!

Also, Father would probably hunt me down and stuff my body on display. Sucks to work for your family.

Parking in front of the average sized diner, I took a few calming breaths. Today I would be leaving my shift frustrated beyond repair, like every other day. Glaring at the cabin themed exterior, its stupid fake wolf perched outside like some goddamn symbol of unity, as if the building itself was the cause of all my problems. In reality, it wasn't. The employees were the real issue.

With an unnecessary amount of confidence, I strolled into work as if I wasn't forty-seven minutes late to work. The hostess, Charlotte, perched in front of an oak podium carved into the shape of a bear, she rolled her eyes at my lateness; the look comforting me. Her eyes reminding me of the color of the faded out denim jeans I used to wear back home while playing with Cassandra. Sadness washed over me momentarily, shaking my core. The young woman's eyes reminded me of happier times, but also of a more overpowering emotion: loss.

"Hey Char," I greeted, my own eyes avoiding hers. I couldn't look into them longer than a quick glance, picturing those mud covered jeans from running through the dewy fields in a forest clearing. The hot sun shinning down on my once tanned skin, warming me exterior like the girl that had been beside me warmed my heart.

"Morning Leora, nice of you to finally join us," she drawled in her natural husky voice. "Your daddy is pissed."

I scoffed at her patronizing tone, but didn't make further comment. There was always some higher expectation for being me. As if I was supposed to be some perfect child, following my father's rules. Blindly into any battle, situation, and nightmare he decided to cook up.

Muttering, "Whatever…" to myself, I pushed the swinging door that led to the kitchen, awaiting the upcoming slaughter of my father's lashing tongue. Marty, lead chief, shot me a welcoming grimace. He nudged his head in the direction of the back hallway, where my father's office was.

My small feet quickly maneuvered there way across the tiled floor, the soles of my boots clicking irritatingly. The noise sharp in my eardrums as I focused on trying to hear my father's movements from down the hall. He was shifting through papers, heartbeat thumping quite angrily. I winced.

"Daughter," was how he addressed me as I closed the wooden door behind me. He hadn't bothered to look up, typing away at the laptop before him. Our matching eyes every shade of brown imaginable, mixed in with the never-ending sky on a sunny day that shined on a lush meadow. If only his actually held the same amount of warmth as my own.

With a heavy sigh, I flopped into the seat in the office. Everything was hand made by our pack into a cabin forested theme. The chairs and tables were all thick wooden sticks that were banded together by a sturdy black rope. Carvings of bears were all over, along with a stupid real stuffed bear that was in one of the corners at the front of the building. Anything wolf related was fake, for obvious reasons. I hated it. I hated it all, it was a sad representation of our real home that was stolen from us many years ago.

"Father."

He raised a thick brow at the sarcastic mutter that had released from my lips. Pausing his typing, he closed his laptop and crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair. His analytical eyes darted over me, the immediate, familiar, look of obvious frustration crossed his chiseled features. The one thing about my father that every soul noticed upon meeting was that he was a highly attractive, yet dangerous appearing man.

"What the hell are you wearing?" His thick voice growled.

Scrunching up my nose, I stared down at the wrinkled shirt. He was lucky I remembered to grab a bra. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Do you not remember our conversation, that happened literally ten hours ago?" When I blinked my doe eyes up at him confusedly, he pinched the bridge of his nose at his problem child. Woe is him, brain scoff. "The pack?" I stuck out my tongue, and looked up towards the wooden beams of the ceiling. His words were starting to draw some recognition. "Leora…"

Snapping my thumb across the soft ivory skin of my middle finger, I gave him a dazzling crooked grin. "The pack that's going to be joining us!" Then I looked down at myself once more and a pained expression crossed my features, definitely not proper attire. "Right…"

The hazel eyes flashed red, my father leaping to his feet faster than the human eye, even I could manage. "Not to mention, you are over an hour late for your shift, leaving Margret and Stefan to pick up your slack. The new pack will be here in an hour, and my youngest daughter looks like she works on the corner."

"Dad, these shorts are a lot longer than that…"

Eyes aflame, he shouted, "Not the point! The point is, we have grown so accustomed to your disgusting behavior, your sister was smart enough to bring a spare outfit. I told her that we wouldn't need it, blindly putting faith that you would remember something this important." He scoffed, jaw tightening as he ground out between his teeth, "Once again, you are nothing more than a disappointment."

Narrowing in on my father's heartbeat, I knew the words were true. No blip, just the steady beat of his thunderously enraged heart.

Swallowing, I avoided his gaze as I whispered, "Where is the outfit?"

Going over to the closet in the corner of the room, he pulled out a stark white dress, copper buttons placed down the right side. He also took out a pair of suede beige pumps and thick colored skin tights. Sneering, "And make sure you brush your damn hair. Your sister said she has some supplies in her locker." Handing everything to me, silently I stood from my seat and left to the employee break room.

I stripped out of my clothes, trying to form a cold exterior as my insides were bursting with my own rage. So what, I wasn't perfect. I didn't bend to his rules, I forgot a lot of his dumb requests, and maybe I turned up for work later than necessary. But I didn't ask for any of this, I never wanted any of this.

The dress came up a little above my knee, managing to cover some of the inked patterns on my thigh. I'm sure the tights were also provided as an extra effort to hide them, being so thick you couldn't see the real color of my skin. I rolled my eyes when I looked in the mirror that hung near one of the mocha leather couches. The neckline was high and the sleeves coming down to my elbows, effortlessly covering the intricate black wolf engraved into my right shoulder.

Gliding over to the silver lockers, I found my sisters labeled in her perfect cursive, Melanie, right above mine. Yanking it open, I cringed as I pulled the metal from it's hinges. Frustrated, I just tossed it to the ground. I would fix it later. If I remembered.

A brush was laid out with a little sticky note attached. I peeled off he note and read over my sisters soothing words carefully:

For my beautiful sister, live long and prosper.

We both know Dad can be a tad hard on you.

Please don't take off the door again. I'm getting sick of having to ask Stefan to fix it for me.

Love Mel.

Glancing at the door on the floor, I sighed. A long lonely sigh. Why me?

Running the brush through my tangles as slowly as possible, I squeaked very time I hit a knot. It was useless to try and avoid them. My hair was so long and would just get caught up every time I went to sleep at night, resulting in an evil nest atop my head.

I placed the brush back in the locker when I indulged in enough self torture. My eyes glided to the door and I snatched it up, carefully sliding it in the locker so it leaned on the wall. Stefan would just have to fix that later.

Heading back to the mirror I took in my stony appearance. The false perfection stared back at me. Tattoos covered, the mistakes my father said would never fade. Because with my kind, you couldn't get tattoo removal. Dolled in presentable clothes, that made me feel stiff and uncomfortable. My amber curls that faded into a natural ashy color was like fine satin as it fell to my waist. I blinked my distant eyes, more bronzed than anything at the moment; maybe due to the light, or possibly from the immense pain I was masking.

Falling on the couch, I slipped on my heels. Did he really expect me to serve food in these? Without spilling something on this dress? Or "accidentally" dropping a tray of water on a rude customer?

The door opened breaking me from the buzzing of the lights. A familiar chestnut head popped in the room, flashing me a crooked grin. I smiled brightly at the sharp features of one of my greatest friends, and maybe a few nights we shared as past lovers. His broad shoulders were hunched as he slipped into the room and closed the door softly behind him.

He was adorned a lot better than I had been previously. Dressed in a navy button down, the sleeves rolled up to expose the hard muscles of his arms. The bottom of the shirt tucked into black dress pants, an exquisite belt made of snake skin wrapped around his waist. He looked as handsome as ever, and if my dad wasn't so pissed, I might've suggested we have another round of loving after our shift. However, not the case.

"You look beautiful," Stefan stated, cerulean eyes sparkling as they stared at my curved body. "Although, I do prefer that, 'I don't give a fuck' look you've always have going on. You know that's my favorite."

I winked. "Hmm. Can't say you look too bad yourself, Stud."

"Richard-" my father's name. "-closed down early. Marty is slaving in the kitchen to get all the food prepped for all of us as well as the new pack." He slid alongside me, thick arms brushing against my own toned arms. "Isn't this crazy?" Those eyes met mine, wide with astonishment. "Another pack coming to join our own?"

"I suppose so."

Stefan bumped his shoulder with mine. "How does it feeling knowing that Melanie-"

I cut him off, "I don't want to talk about that, yet. She hasn't really discussed it with me."

He nodded, face suddenly tense.

"I would never…" I trailed off, fingers digging into my palm.

"I never thought you would," Stefan snorted. "But, you've always been a bit wild. I don't think Richard expects that you ever would, either."

"I bet you he'd do it, just to spite me."

"I doubt it. He'd probably be scared you'd do something to screw it up."

My jaw clenched. "You're right."

Stefan's eyes enlarged, they always projected everything like a BluRay on an HD television screen. Seriously, freaking crystal clear, and right now, he was regretful. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean it like-"

"Like my father things I'm a total fuck up? Yeah, well, you wouldn't be wrong."

"If it counts, I don't think you're a total fuck up."

Standing, I stretched my legs out in an effort to get used to the higher shoes. I smirked down at him and pointedly stated, "That's because you like how fucked up I am."

"I'm pretty fucked up, too."

I bit my bottom lip. "Yeah, we're both pretty fucked up. But Dad loves you, you're his strongest beta."

"I am the strongest," Stefan agreed, jumping to his feet. He still towered over me, staring down into my soul. His large hand reached for the curve of my waist, tugging me closer. "I'm also the most charming."

Cocking a brow at his egotistical tone, I questioned sardonically, "Is that so?"

"You don't agree?"

"I agree that you might have a really huge head."

He snickered. "You would know."

I rolled my eyes. "Keep that head in your pants, you perv."

Laughing loudly at my comment, Stefan's eyes crinkled amusedly. I pushed him away so he stumbled backwards, causing his cackles to grow exponentially. There was a gentle knock on the door, alerting us of another presence. I zoned in to a familiar scent of sweet pea and lemon.

Melanie slid into the room. If this was how we both dressed every day, we'd be matching in our classic beauty. With similar plump cheeks that we received from our late mother, in addition to the similar hair colors. The amber that grew atop our head from the colder months that would transform into the ashy blonde when the summer sun made its presence.

Our contrasting smiles and eyes were really the only vital differences. Her eyes were narrow, more serious and hard, a forested green that sparkled in any light. They were from our mother. While she had our father's wide shaped lips, that if were given the chance, held such a beautiful smile. While mines were our mothers, bow-shaped and pouty, where the dimples in my cheeks sunk in deeply at my typical saucy smirk. Other than that… our skin was the same ivory tone, mine scarred with tattoos and spotted freckles across my skin, while hers was perfectly scarce of any imperfections. Melanie: the perfect one.

"Stefan," Melanie's strong voice filled the room. "Can my sister and I have a moment?"

He stuck his hands in his pockets. "Sure." With one last smug look in my direction, which caused another eye roll from myself, he disappeared shutting the door behind him.

Melanie crept into the room, hands smoothing down the elegant black dress she wore. It was a similar style to mine, however there were gray buttons down the left side and was sleeveless, because she was allowed to get away with exposing more skin. Since she didn't disgrace the family by going to that eccentric Native American that had great focus while burning intricate designs into my skin, all while smoking herbs from a pipe. Whatever, it's not like it isn't my body or anything.

She stopped in front of me, eye level. Her hand reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, and cupped the soft skin of my cheek. She grinned at me. "I agree with Stefan, I like the real you much better. No matter how beautiful you do look in this dress."

I half-heartedly smiled, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Her eyes moved to her locker. "And thanks for breaking the door, again."

Shrugging, I informed lowly, "I saw the note after I broke the door."

She just nodded knowingly, having predicted what I'd have done already. "I was listening on Stefan and your conversation."

"Doesn't surprise me. Our kind has a habit of hearing things they aren't meant to hear."

"About James… and this pack. Did you wish to speak to me about it?"

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes cautiously. This was a sensitive topic. Mostly because it was sacrificial, partially because I knew what my reaction would have been if our father approached me on the subject.

"How do you feel… about everything?"

"Honestly?" She said more than asked. "I am willing to make sacrifices for our pack. If this helps strengthen us, then I shall take this with pride. More in numbers, correct?"

"But you don't love him."

"I think we both know love is a little overrated, don't you agree?" She hushed, eyes boring into mine.

I winced. When we met Stefan, he'd been wild and reckless as myself. The perfect bad boy that would put others to shame, but he was strong and brave. An attribute my father sought. Also, intensely loyal to the pack. If my father said jump, he'd be reaching for the moon. But, he'd also been into bad girls, like me. We'd become instant friends, leaving destruction in our path. If I wasn't my father's daughter and Stefan being so useful, both of us would be omega's.

There was one problem with our kind. With our heightened hearing, most of us learned to control our breathing and heartbeats. Steady ourselves and be presentable, not to give away our emotions. Most times it was easy, until something really sparked a fire within us; wether it be love, anger, or sadness. That is why I hadn't known Melanie was in love with Stefan, until we broke her heart.

Being a few years older than the two of us, and being Melanie, she'd learned control young. Always striving to be the best of what we were. There was hardly a crack in her serious exterior, always a steady beating heart. Stefan and I had many nights of passion that were kept well hidden, for the most part. Other than our mixed scents, that would be occasionally stronger some days, others didn't really expect much. We were always around one another, so it was to be expected.

Then Melanie caught us, my back pressed against the oak tree in our backyard. His hands were gliding over the creamy skin on my hips, knee separating my legs as he balanced me up with it. Our lips pressed together, hungrily devouring each other. I heard her heartbeat over ours, thumping so loudly I thought it would burst. I had pushed him away long enough to see the world shatter around her, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. She stormed away before either of us could say anything. If I had known…

"I am happy to be doing this, Leora." She clutched my hand, seeing the memory flash across my guilt ridden face. "Maybe one day it will be love."

"And maybe one day it won't. Maybe you'll hate him."

"Trust me," she whispered. "I believe in this."

"That's a stupid reason."

And that was my honest opinion. Maybe not a valued one for a growing pack, but it was mine.

"Being mated to someone for any reason other than love…" I frowned. "This isn't the medieval times. You have the right to be mated for love, not for politics."

"One day, you will have that choice, dear sister." The wide smile grew knowingly. Because even she knew it would not be Stefan. "And I can't wait to meet the man you love."

The door swung open. Our father stared at us, giving away no emotion to such colorful eyes that should be filled with expression. There was nothing but the coldness that was left after such harsh loss. His eyes roamed over his pups, nodding his head in approval.

"Come greet our pack. The others shall be arriving shortly, we must have everything in place," he ordered.

Melanie and I made our way to the front. Stefan, Margret, Marty, Charlotte, and our six remaining pack members emerged: Emanuel, Debra, Matthew, Garrett, Dennis, and Frank. One of the reasons my father was so insistent that we were to expand the pack was our lack of women, and well, me. Margret was too old to bare anymore children, being over eighty-six in human years. While Melanie was a clear candidate, and would be expected to provide offspring being the dominant female in our pack, Debra and Charlotte were equal candidates, but then there was me. The unpredictable spawn that very much implied I would never be having any demon offspring, because I wasn't nearly responsible enough to raise them. Not only was it our duty to expand the pack, but our species was dwindling away alarmingly due to hunters.

Our pack had a somewhat unorthodox setup. Most had an alpha male and an alpha female, which would be a mated pair for life. My father, Richard, was alpha male. However, since my mother was deceased, Melanie had taken the rank as alpha female. This is why the other pack was so interested in us. Whoever was mated to her would be mated to an alpha, raising their status from just an average beta, which was something to be praised. The lead Beta happened to be Stefan, considering his strength in protecting our pack. He would be the one sent out on risky missions.

Then there were your average beta's. This included me. Our only omega was Dennis, because he was weak and whiny. Always complaining about something and everything, all at once. How he managed? I have no idea. He was lucky our alpha had patience, because I'm sure if he could exchange a majority of us, he would.

Ritually, a pack greeting was a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Most times in front of humans we would disregard the greeting until private. That way, in case of a hunter watching us, they might not be able to catch on other members of our pack. However, in private settings such as these, we would smother each other with love. Or as much love as tense awkward situations would promote.

Mostly, our pack was close. We ate together, hung out together every day, and we all worked together. This cabin based restaurant was everyones means of income. We built this life together in a small little town in Iowa. Hardly any questions were asked, the townsfolk being so welcoming. Although, distant enough where it didn't cause suspicion that we really didn't communicate with others. The need for protection also caused most of us to live in different homes, much to everyones grief. It was home to live with your pack all together. It felt right. But again, because of hunters, we all spread out in the town. Less suspicion.

Stefan sifted a chuckle as I let Dennis babble in my ear about this new pack. He earned a hard glare. No matter how much the elder omega irritated me, I listened to him. 'Cause deep down he was a sweetheart with too many emotions.

"I wonder how many females they have," Dennis mused, thick blonde brows scrunching in thought. "I'd love to have mate."

There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Dennis would find a mate someday, he was handsome; mid-twenties, shaggy golden locks, with deep set sky blue eyes. His smile was to die for. But, he was an omega. Not many female's would let themselves settle for someone so low on the food chain, literally, being the last to eat and all. I didn't doubt that someone human would love him, which wasn't opposed to. As long as they weren't a psychopathic hunter. Especially for omega's, humans were common mates.

"I'm sure you would."

His eyes shined, glinting with childlike wonder. "Do you think they will like me?"

"Everyone likes you Dennis."

A bashful smile slid on his cheeks, the soft dimple in his naturally bronzed skin exposing itself. "Thanks Leora, everyones like you too."

That caused an eye roll. "I'd say more like, everyone tolerates me."

Charlotte snorted.

I hissed, but held my tongue.

"They are here," Richard informed. His flamed eyes flashed at us and we obediently fell in order of rank. Even if Stefan was a higher rank than myself, I placed myself before him being one of my father's two offspring.

Melanie's hands were tucked nicely before her, and I attempted to copy her poster, but I felt stiff and awkward. It's not like this pack wouldn't figure out what a handful I was anyway. Especially if they were here to stay.

Richard unlocked the front door and stepped outside. A wide toothed grin appeared, one I hadn't seen since I was a child. Nervously, I fiddled with my hands behind my back, twisting them in knots. Stefan's hand reached for my lower back, rubbing circles to calm me. He could hear my heart pick up speed. Melanie shot me a stern side glance, before her eyes drifted to Stefan's tender touch on my back, and quickly she snapped those sad eyes forward, heart never faltering. So put together.

"Greetings, it's wonderful to finally meet you all," address Richard. I could scent them, musky and mossy smelling, probably lived in the forest. Most of our kind camped out in forested areas instead of mingling with humans. Which was riskier, in a way, hunters would seek them out. Catching rumors of animals bodies being slaughtered or whatever. That's why my father wanted us to live with them, to blend. Just like Talia had. Even if our original pack ended with demise.

They strolled inside slowly, under dressed compared to us. I rolled my eyes, seriously? All this insistence that I looked nice and they were in teeshirts and jeans.

Their alpha was a tall man, gigantic really. He had a bald head, gentle metallic eyes, and an award winning smile. Definitely younger than my father by many years, but older than myself; probably mid-thirties. He grabbed my father in a hug and placed a kiss to his cheek, typical greeting.

Starting with the alpha, he made his way highest to lowest rank with greeting each of us. Bending down significantly to kiss Melanie and my cheeks. The next in line was another male, which indicated there was no alpha female. I assumed he was James. Roughly around our age, strikingly handsome with high cheeks bones, curly ginger hair that reached below his ear in a mess. The smile he bore when his chocolate eyes met my sisters was breathtaking, I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. Because maybe I didn't have to be worried about my sister being in love after all.

A strong woman approached after that. She was tall too, but slender and muscled. Her body reminded me that of a ballet dancers. Wide set eyes, mousey nose, and pixie styled auburn hair.

Last of their small group was a teenaged girl. A tad bit taller than myself, dark chestnut hair with a single golden highlight. She had these cold familiar eyes, the coldness being the only unfamiliar thing about her. Instead of waiting for her to approach me, I launched myself at her. There were noises of confusion at my outburst, and more so because of the scent of salty tears filling the air.

I breathed out the girls name, a name I never thought I'd say in a million years.

"Cora."

SO... what do you think? :)