A/N: Alright so this is my very first Teen Wolf fic. Oddly enough it's about Liam, not Isaac, who starred in my previous attempts. Anyway, hopefully this story works out. I have quite a bit of it planned. Obviously it is only canon as far as the show is now which is S4 EP6. Also I have no idea if Liam's parents last names are Dunbar or if his step dad and mom have a different last name.

Disclaimer: Pay close attention, I will only say this once. I do not own Teen Wolf or anything related to it. Any similarities between my story and anyone else's is pure coincidence. If you have a problem with something, politely message me and we can work it out. Also, my grammar is terrible. I know.

Chapter One
New In Town

"It's hot." The two year old in the backseat whined, straining against the straps of his car seat. He was a bit too big for the seat and the plastic creaked threateningly, but held as the boy gave up and pouted. The dark haired girl next to him smirked.

"How hot is it, Ronan?" she asked, glancing at the boy.

"Hot as balls!" He declared, looking to her for laughter and approval. He was rewarded as the girl busted out laughing.

"I'm going to kill you for teaching him that." the woman in the passenger seat turned around and punched her sister's leg. Liana Redfern laughed harder and pushed her sister's hand back.

"What kind of aunt would I be if I didn't teach him important sayings?" She asked. Ronan giggled and looked back out the window, watching the trees as they zoomed past. The air conditioning in their car had gone out a couple months ago and getting it fixed wasn't a priority for the Redfern Women. Things like food and running water had come first. So until then, the women pulled their hair back and rolled down the windows, letting the hot wind blow wildly through the little car.

"Mama, I hungry." Ronan complained. Morgana sighed and checked the diaper bag.

"Sorry Ro, we're all out of cheese puffs, you'll have to wait until we get there."

"I might have melted M&M's in my purse." Their mother offered. Anastasia Redfern hadn't planned on the drive taking this long. She knew it was a long way, but usually her mother paid to fly them out. Unfortunately she wasn't around to pay for anything anymore. And after inheriting her home, they had to drive the car from Louisiana to California.

"I'm not giving him a clump of melted candy, mom." Morgana replied, wrinkling her nose. Ronan whined, pouting again.

"It's okay Pumpkin, We'll stop and Gigi will get you a happy meal." Anastasia promised, glancing back at the little boy.

"Mom, eyes on the road, please."

"Liana, there is no one on this road, there hasn't been for a while." She still turned back to the front, the drive had been uneventful, very hot, but uneventful and they were all getting a little crabby.

"Really regretting not getting the AC fixed sooner." Morgana muttered, tugging on the front of her shirt to let a little air in. Liana groaned.

"Me too, my stomach is started to hurt." she shifted uncomfortably, the rumble had started a few miles back and was getting worse as they got closer to Beacon Hills. She wrinkled her nose and leaned back, keeping her eyes on the horizon, she figured it was probably some kind of motion sickness from being in the hot car for so long. Her eyes flicked up to focus on a black spot in the distance. She frowned and sat up a little bit.

The spot was getting closer, at a rapid pace. When it registered in her mind what it was she shot up.

"Mom!" She exclaimed, just in time for the bird to fly headfirst into the windshield. Ronan screamed as the car swerved, the back end spinning fully around, Liana's arm flung out to the car seat, to keep the boy from flying out of the seat and the window. Anastasia regained control, keeping the car on the road, just facing the wrong direction.

"Ronan?" Morgana asked in a panic. The little boy was sobbing, but unhurt.

"He's okay." Liana swallowed hard and pulled her arm back, She'd scrapped her arm on the hard plastic of the car seat, but was okay. She knew she'd probably have a bruise on her collarbone from the seat belt, but so would the rest of them.

"What the hell was that?" Anastasia opened the car door, unbuckling her seat belt and got out. Liana and Morgana scrambled to do the same, the older sister going to the back to check on her son, while Liana followed her mom, the black bundle of feathers sat motionless on it's side on the pavement.

"It's definitely a crow." Liana commented, stepping around her mom to get closer to the bird.

"Liana, don't touch it." Anastasia hissed as her daughter squatted down next to the dead bird. Liana reached out towards it. Her fingertips barely brushing the soft, oily feathers before the bird shuddered. Liana let out a cry and fell back on her ass, the bird, jumping up and flying off. Liana watched, her blue eyes wide as it flew off as if nothing happened. She turned back to her mom, who seemed just as surprised.

Ten minutes later they were back on the road, the windshield partially shattered. Ronan was silently sucking his thumb in his car seat while Liana poked at the scrape on her arm.

"Stop touching it." Morgana reached back, grabbing her sister's hand forcing her to drop it. Liana made a face, but dropped her hand to her lap. It wasn't long before they were pulling the car into the driveway of their new home, the Estate of their late grandmother Juliana. Liana got out of the car, stretching her legs. Ronan squirmed as soon as his mom got him out of the seat and Anastasia took him, carrying him into the house to cool down. Liana stood next to her older sister, looking up at the house.

"She's actually gone. This is ours now."

"Technically it's mom's." Morgana corrected. "You don't get it until mom dies. And trust me, I won't fight you for it." The house was large, imposing. Both girls were sure that at some point there were rumors it was haunted, or that their grandmother was some old witch. In her later years, Juliana didn't leave the house much. That always led to talk.

"Why not? It's a beautiful house. With memories."

"Memories for you. Grandmother always liked you more. And once I got pregnant, that was it." Morgana was only eighteen, she'd had Ronan when she was still in high school.

"Grandmother didn't hate you for getting pregnant. She was just so sure you were having a girl and when you didn't... I don't know. It's like she didn't know what to do." Liana had always been confused by her grandmother's reaction to Ronan's birth. 'The first boy born to the Redfern family in generations' Juliana had said more than once over the phone. They hadn't come by to see the woman in the two years since Ronan's birth, so she'd never actually met her great grandson.

"Let's get this over with." Morgana sighed and led the way into the house. It was like heaven, walking into the air conditioned home after so long on the road.

"I need a shower and a- Mom?" Liana stopped as she started past the living room, her mom stood there, reading a piece of paper, Ronan asleep on her shoulder. Anastasia had tears in her eyes.

"Your grandmother left something for us." She answered. "She requested that Liana take the bedroom in the turret."

"Of course she did. Do I have a rooming assignment? Because I imagine it's probably in the basement or the backyard." Morgana walked in the room to look at the letter.

Most of their boxes had already arrived and been moved into the house by the movers, so there were mountains of junk all over the place, ready to be put away. However, moving was made especially difficult with a two year old running around. After his nap, Ronan was especially energetic. So Liana was volunteered to take him out to play, mostly because she got as energetic as the boy and was in the way just as much.

They headed outside for a round of tag, which mostly meant Liana chased the shrieking boy around the yard. It was about noon at that point, the sun was high in the sky and both of them were sweating pretty quickly. But they ignored it and continued running, Ronan giggling and shrieking the whole time.

Something about the full moon always left Liam feeling like he had a hang over the next day. His body ached, his head felt like a thousand tiny prisoner were using tiny spoons to dig their way out. It was miserable. He always slept in after that. However his sleep was interrupted by the sound of childish shrieking outside, the kind of shriek that pierced his ear drums and made him want to scurry into the closet. He growled, standing up and slamming his window up. Before he'd been bitten by Scott, that window had been impossible to open, painted shut, but with his wolf strength, paint chips fell from the window pane and into his hair as he stuck his head out the window.

"Shut up!" He shouted. The culprits froze, looking up at him. One was a little boy with dark curls, the other was a blonde girl, about his age. She stared at him for a moment before speaking.

"No." She answered and turned back to the boy, growling playfully, jumping at him and sending him running, the shrieks continued. Liam growled and slammed the window shut again, starting for the door, but he stopped on the way there, taking deep breaths, counting, using the techniques he had recently been taught for keeping his anger under control. They didn't work as well as the medication had, but at least they didn't leave him feeling sluggish.

By the time he counted to ten for the third time, he was calm enough to get back into bed. He placed the pillow over his head to muffle the shrieks and managed to drift back to sleep.

"Alright, the kitchen is fully unpacked!" Anastasia declared.

"Huzzah, let the people rejoice." Liana replied from her spot on the floor, reading a beat up paperback of her favorite book 'A Picture of Dorian Grey'. She turned a page in the book, not even looking up when the doorbell rang, She simply stood, walking through the living room to the door. Her mom was cleaning in the kitchen, her sister was feeding Ronan, she wasn't even going to pretend like either of them would answer the door. She twisted the knob and glanced up as it opened, coming face to face with the psycho who had yelled at them. She quirked a single eyebrow and went to swing the door shut in his face.

But before it could get very far, another hand shot out and caught it.

"Liana, what in the world is wrong with you?" Morgana asked.

"Remember the guy I told you about?" Liana gestured to the boy in front of her. It was only then that she realized there were two people with him.

"Yes, we heard the incident this morning, and Liam is very sorry, aren't you?" His mother prompted him.

"Very sorry." Liam answered, obviously not that sorry. Liana stared at him, then tried to slam the door shut, only to have it stopped again.

"Liana, stop touching the door. Come in. The place is a bit of a mess." Morgana apologized, stepping back and forcibly pulling her sister out of the way. Liana snapped her book closed and went to the kitchen. The Geyer's and Morgana followed.

"Mom, this is Dr. and Mrs. Geyer, and their son Liam." Morgana introduced.

"Nice to meet you." Mrs Geyer smiled and held out a pan. "We brought you some macaroni and cheese. We just moved in recently and know how difficult it can be to cook something decent the first night. And your mother brought us a casserole, it's only right we return the favor..." She trailed off seeing the looks on the women's faces.

"Juliana Redfern brought you a casserole?" Anastasia asked. Dr. Geyer nodded.

"She was very pleasant. Why do you look shocked?"

"I don't think anyone has ever described her as pleasant, and this is coming from someone who really liked her." Liana placed her book on the counter and walked over to take the baking dish from the woman, moving it over to the stove. It was already warm so it didn't need to be reheated.

"Well, this was very kind of you. I was getting ready to suggest Morgana go get us dinner- Oh! I'm Anastasia, these are my daughters, Morgana and Liana and my grandson, Ronan." She hurriedly introduced.

"It's nice to meet you. We should get going, I'm needed at the hospital. I just wanted to stop by and say hello." Doctor Geyer nodded and started to back out of the room.

"I'll walk you to the door." Liana offered, she walked past Liam, heading for the door, when he caught the scent, it was an odd scent, and not a human one. His hand shot out, grabbing her arm. She stopped and turned back to him. "What?

"I- I don't know." Liam answered. Liana pulled her arm back and turned again, opening the door for the Geyers, taking an extra step back as Liam walked through. She closed the door and sighed.

"What a freak."

Outside, Liam pulled his phone from his pocket, hurriedly texting Scott

'I need to talk to you, new neighbor isn't normal'. He hit send and glanced back at the house, jumping down off the porch, feeling as if the house itself wanted him out of there.