She was pissed. No scratch that. She was beyond pissed. She was furious. Her hands were shaking, her pace was very quick and she was growling under her breath - those were symptoms of her fury. If she was any supernatural being, she would be in flames and the air around her would be creating a whirlwind. She needed a smoke.

She bought a package of cigarettes and a lighter. Standing beside the bus stop she lit a cigarette. The pungent taste of the cigarette and burning feeling inside her lungs was what she needed. She started relaxing. She wasn't a regular smoker. Hell, she even hated other smokers. But there were moments in her life, when a cigarette was her only rescue. And this… this was one of those moments.
The bus arrived. She looked at the number: 101. Well… it wasn't her bus, but she got inside nonetheless. She didn't want to be back home yet.

She got out. It was dark, temperature below zero and she was almost in the middle of the forest. Good, she needed to be alone and in the dark. She needed to sort things in her head and in her heart. She lit the cigarette again and started walking. Slowly, this time.
She hasn't been here since early years of her studies… With Him… No, not now. Don't think about Him right now. You have to think about someone else… Although this 'someone else' is also not a pleasant thing/person to think about.

- This is all so fucked up… - she murmured.

Today she realized she feels two totally opposite emotions towards her longtime friend: anger and desire. She wanted to punch him in the face for what he did and didn't do to her and also at the same time she wanted to kiss him hard, pull at his hair, nip him on the neck and make him hard… Oh, how she wanted to make him hard… For her own satisfaction and to prove him he's wrong…

- My, my, what a surprise - she heard a menace voice - A little red riding hood…

Agnes looked up at the owner of that voice. Tall, brown haired woman stood on her right side. When did she get here? The woman had a dangerous smirk on her lips… Which of course hadn't stopped her from bursting out:

- I'm not little, don't have red hood and grandmother anymore. Go annoy someone else!

The woman was in front of her within seconds.

- What did you just say? - she was leaning.
- Fuck off! But in a nicer way! - she shouted at the woman. Now she was furious again.

Brunette had her pinned to a tree by a hand at her throat. It was forceful. It hurt. She always thought that feeling pain was overwhelming her. But mix that with anger and you get something completely different: a will to fight back. So she fought back.
Bracing her back against the tree, she kicked the woman in her stomach. The grip on her throat loosened. She swung her fist at woman's shoulder. Both cried in pain. The fuck?! Her opponent's bones were from iron? But at the same time she heard those bones cracking. She hurt her. Good. She smiled.

- Hurts, heh? Bitch! - she was eyeing the brunette.
- I will kill you…

Well Agnes must admit, that this statement frightened her a bit. Especially when woman's eyes turned red, nails became claws and her canines visible and threatening. This creature lunged at her with a roar.

She tried to escape, but was showed on the ground and punched hard. Not once. She felt her skin being ripped by those claws. She roared her discomfort. She never heard herself making noise like that, but she knew it was her. Her anger rose. She grabbed one of hands that beat her and squeezed. She saw blood drew by her own claws. The fuck?! She had long nails not claws! She punched the woman in the face with her other hand.

- Time to use my legs…

She kicked distracted woman in the head with her foot and scrambled to her feet. Her whole body ached and it pissed her off. She felt something weird inside her body, but she didn't know what it was. The woman looked at her.

- What are you? - there was disbelieve in her voice.
- What the fuck are you talking about? - she heard herself growl.
- Interesting… but still. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You.

She lunged at her again. With her canines. This time her attack was precise. She aimed for her throat. Like animal, she really want to kill me - Agnes thought. She did what brunette wasn't expecting her to do. She also lunged, with canines, at the throat. They clashed, snarling, biting and ripping at each other.

She felt the attacks were less and less powerful. The woman was weakening. It boosted her. She somehow found strength inside her, to move her muscles the way she wanted. And how she knew how to fight? How to punch to inflict damage? She didn't know, but she liked that she was able to do it.

She haven't paid attention to the surroundings. She haven't heard, smelled or just felt another person near them, opposite to her enemy. The moment the woman had fled she noticed a man standing nearby. He was breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling. His fists clenching and unclenching. His face angered. Lips thin line. His eyes… Oh my God! She was mesmerized by his eyes.

He started approaching her while watching closely. Her eyes also never leaving his. She felt the adrenaline dropping and tiredness and pain appearing in her. But despite that she was going to fight him if he attacks her. He must have felt it somehow, because he said quietly:

- I'm not going to hurt you - he was still looking her directly in the eye.

She knew he wasn't lying. She didn't know how she knew that, but she believed him.
Tiredness overpowered her. Last thing she saw was him getting closer to her. Last thing she smelled was mixture of forest and a man. Last thing she felt was strong hands picking her up.

She was in pain. She wondered why? Then realization came to her: the forest, brown haired woman, red eyes, claws, pain, green eyed man. She wanted to open her eyes, but decided to focus on her surroundings first. She smelled burned wood and something else… something very unpleasant. She felt plush under her fingers. A couch, she assumed. Then she started listening…

- What do you mean she's not human?! - a frightened, boyish voice loudly asked.
- Shhh, Scott. You'll wake her up - second voice said, also boyish.
- I mean what it means. She is not human - an irritated, low voice answered. It was that man's voice… - I saw her fought an alpha. And she's still alive - he said that like it means something.
- How do you know she's still alive? She was covered in blood. Man, when I saw her I thought I puke…
- Shut up Stiles - the other boy interrupted - She's alive…

She couldn't hear any words then, because the conversation died. Instead she heard footsteps.

- Don't pretend you're sleeping - the man said. She smirked and opened her eyes.

He was standing at the end of the couch, near her feet. Watching. He wasn't so angered, like last time. On her left she noticed panicked brown hair- and eyed boy. He looked like a disoriented puppy. She felt commotion behind her on her right. She turned her head to see another boy. He was rummaging through her bag. She didn't like that.

- Hey! Stop that! Find your own bag and ransack it! - the boy immediately looked at her, his cheeks flushed. She raised her eyebrow at him.
- Sorry… - he got up and handed something to the green eyed man.
- Agnes… - the man read - You're not from here… What were you doing in those woods? - little fucker that kid! He gave him my ID.
- I may be not from here, but I work here and live here. And what I was doing in those woods is not your concern - I answered roughly.
- You're wrong. It is my concern - he was getting angry and I thought I saw red flashing his eyes. So what? I was getting angry too.
- Derek! - the boy on my left spoke.
- O, right. So since you already know who I am, maybe you would deign to introduce yourselves? Because you know, I'm all hurt and can't get to your pockets to read your ID's myself - I was mean, very mean.
- She's quite like you Stiles - said the boy on my left, with a goofy smile. The man in front of me huffed.
- Derek - he pointed at himself, then at the boy on my left - Scott…
- And Stiles - interjected the third and almost waved his hand at me. I rolled my eyes.
- I'll ask you again and it's the last time I ask politely - he threatened - What were you doing in those woods? - this time I huffed.
- Just walking, why is it so important?
- You were trespassing my property.
- No! No one has been living here for years! That burned house stood here abandoned all along… - again! Those red eyes flashed before me.
- This abandoned, burned house is my property! - he shouted in my face. I was dumbfounded.
- Derek! Stop! Come on… - Scott was beside him. I gritted my teeth.
- Sorry - I said quite loud. He looked at me. His eyes green again - Look, I would gladly leave your property, but I hurt like a bitch and I appreciate if I could get some Ibuprom and lay here for a while…
- This… You won't heal - he stated - Scott, Stiles go home - he ordered them.
- You sure? 'Cos minutes ago you looked like you wanted to rip her throat out… - this Stiles has weird sense of humor… Derek growled.
- C'mon Stiles, let's go - Scott pulled at his sleeve - Bye Agnes - they both said and were gone.

I looked at him again. He was calmer. Except for that and that I found him handsome I couldn't see more. It was night outside and the only light available was from a camping lamp set on the floor. There was silence between us. I don't like silence. I wanted to ask him a lot of things, but couldn't decided what to ask first, so I stayed quiet. I don't like to babble like most girls. I closed my eyes. I started listening. I always had good hearing, but now it was different somehow… I think I also smell things more precisely… It was weird. Very weird. But what struck me the most was that I could feel emotions… Emotions?! Me?! For everyone I was quite emotionless so now feeling empathy was completely insane! But I felt that hurt, anger and disorientation coming from him. Coming from Derek.

- Derek? - I started hesitantly.
- I'm going to heal you, not hurt you - he stated as he moved closer to me.
- How? - he was beside me.
- By taking your pain - he parted my coat and put his warm hand on my stomach. I froze.
- You're not human - I said his words at him.
- Neither are you - he whispered to my ear and I felt overwhelming pain. I screamed.

Derek put his left hand on my mouth, right still on my stomach. Instinctively I put my right hand on his left and my left on that hand on my belly. I clenched my fingers and drew blood. Derek hissed, but didn't stop. I knew he meant good, but fuck! It hurt! After some time it ended. He stopped touching me and got up.

- Come, I'll drive you home - he helped me to my feet and led to his car.

I almost squealed when I saw his car! It was black Chevrolet Camaro. That bastard… I envied him so much for a moment.