AN: This is my real shot at writing a Teen Wolf fic but I really hope you guys like it. Please review and let me know what you think!

The house was almost entirely silent as I got ready for my first day of school. The only sounds were the ice maker turning on in the kitchen, the soft breathing of the sleeping cat on my bed, the head splitting screaming of the couple next door, and their daughter's sobs. I didn't want to hear them but I could. I could always hear them. I blocked out the sound and continued rifling through my closet to find my favorite pair of white converse.

Once I had located them and slid my feet into them, I grabbed my backpack from my desk and slung it over my shoulder. I made my way into the kitchen and added some more food and water to the cat's bowl before stepping out into the garage and getting into my car. I had considered not driving to school since it was only a mile and a half from my house and I didn't want the unnecessary attention that a car like mine attracted. It was a Rolls Royce with a matte black custom paint job and the last gift I'd received from my father.

After some consideration, I determined that it was California and plenty of students were sure to have flashy, expensive cars that their parents had provided for them. I could not have been more wrong and I realized that after pulling into the school parking lot and finding a spot between a Dodge Avenger that was almost my age and a rather beat up, blue Jeep.

I noticed more than a few pairs of eyes glued to me as I locked my car and walked towards Beacon Hills High School. The closer I got to the building, the more I could smell them. I couldn't tell what they were but there were more supernatural creatures than I could have imagined. There was a group of students sitting together on the steps and talking in hushed tones.

One boy I noticed right away because he looked so similar to a boy I'd dated back home. Tan skin, warm brown eyes, and thick, dark hair. He looked almost exactly like Max and I tried not to notice the small ache in my chest that this boy caused. His eyes were trained on me and I could smell him so I was positive he could smell me.

There was another boy sitting to his left with pale skin and amber eyes. He was human, for the most part. He smacked the first boy on the shoulder and whispered "Dude, what is she?"

I resisted the urge to laugh as I approached them. "Hi, I'm Logan Blackwood. I just moved here from North Carolina."

The Max doppelgänger smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Scott McCall. Welcome to Beacon Hills."

I shook his hand firmly. "Thanks. It's so nice to meet you."

Scott began introducing the rest of his group, or perhaps they were his pack? The human was named Stiles Stilinski. The girl sitting next to him with somewhat short, brown hair and killer legs was Malia Tate and she smelled like a werecoyote. The girl sitting on the step in front of Scott was Asian with gorgeous, long, dark hair and a sweet smile. Her name was Kira Yukimura and I had no doubt in my mind that she was a kitsune. Next to her was a girl with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes, Lydia Martin. She wasn't human but I couldn't tell what she was. Beside Lydia was a boy who a bit younger than the rest with blond hair and amazingly blue eyes. He was a werewolf by the name of Liam Dunbar.

After the introductions, I glanced down at the gold watch on my wrist and realized I needed to get to the office and retrieve my class schedule. "So, I've got a few last minute, new student things to take care of before class but I'm sure I'll you guys around!"

I waved to them and made my way up the rest of the steps. The administration office wasn't hard to find and I walked in confidently. The woman sitting at the desk smiled brightly at me. "Hi, how can I help you?"

I smiled in return. "I'm a new student here. My name is Logan Blackwood. I called to register about a week ago when I was moving into town."

She rifled through some papers on her desk to find a file with my name at the top. "Oh here you are."

She pulled a few papers from the file. The first one she handed me was my class schedule, the second was a map of the school, and the third was a transfer slip that I would need all of my teachers to sign and then return at the end of the day.

When I walked out of the office, I was immediately aware of the fact that I was being watched. My eyes flickered along the hall until they landed on a familiar face. Stiles was leaned against the wall just across from the office, arms folded across his chest, and his eyes, which had previously been trained on me, were focused on the ground. I walked towards him quickly, not giving him the chance to take off down the hall.

"Is there a reason you're staring?" I asked, more confused than rude.

"Yeah, there is." He nodded.

"Would you mind elaborating?"

He smirked. "Would you mind telling me what you are?"

"It's a bit complicated." I admitted.

He cocked an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"I'm not exactly just one thing. I'm… I don't know what to call me." I sighed.

"How do you not know? How are you more than one thing?" He asked.

I bit my lip. "As I said, it's complicated. How much time do you have?"

"Class doesn't start for fifteen minutes. I have about that much time." He said.

I nodded. "Right. That's all fine and well but where exactly can we go and not have people listening in? This is going to be a bit more of a private conversation and I'd rather not have a handful of random, human teenagers listening to everything. Quite frankly, I'm not entirely sure they would want to hear it either."

"The library's usually empty now. We can go there." Stiles immediately began guiding me towards the library.

When we got there we found a table in a back corner, as far away as we could be from the librarian and any students that would come in. We sat down facing each other and before I could even get my chair scooted in he was prodding. "Alright, let's hear it."

"Do you think I could have two seconds to figure out exactly how to address this situation? I've never exactly come out and told anyone what I am. This is a new thing for me." I snapped.

"The clock's ticking."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm a werecat, Stiles."

"What the hell is that?" He asked.

I didn't speak for a moment. "It should be fairly self-explanatory… Did you not hear the name?"

"I heard it but I don't know what it means."

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. "I'm just like Scott, for the most part. The only difference is that, instead of a wolf, I turn into a big cat. Technically I can turn into any big cat that I want but it's typically a snow leopard. My mother said we usually turn into the cat we identify the most with."

"You mother is a werecat as well?"

"Was." I corrected. "She was murdered when I was 14."

"And your father?" He asked.

"Human. Also dead. Also murdered." I explained, leaving out the part about who murdered my father.

His expression softened considerably. "Shit. That's… I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. I do okay on my own."

Stiles nodded once. "Right. So, uh, you said you were more than one thing?"

"Yeah, this is where it gets more complicated. I was kidnapped when I was 14, the people who took me were the ones who killed my mother. When they took me they… Did something. I don't know what it was, exactly. It was like surgery. They turned me into something else, they gave me powers I shouldn't have had. I've had to kind of figure it out on my own but, from what I've put together, I'm a mermaid and a fairy." He looked incredibly confused at my words but I continued. "I don't know why or how but that's what it is."

"The people who took you… Who were they?" He asked.

"I don't know their real names. I doubt they even have names anymore, I don't even think they're human. But I know what they're called." I said. "They're called the Dread Doctors."

Stiles's face flushed. "The Dread Doctors? They're the ones who took you?"

"I swear I'm not crazy." I said somewhat defensively.

He shook his head. "I know you're not. They're here. The Dread Doctors are in Beacon Hills. They're taking kids, teenagers, and changing them the same way they did to you."

"How many successes?" I asked.

"We have no idea. There have been quite a few failures though. The bodies are starting to pile up. Although we can't seem to find the bodies because someone keeps stealing them."

I let my head fall to the table and groaned. "It's happening all over again. I knew they were here, that's the sole reason I moved here. I wanted to find out who exactly did this and why they chose me. I wanted to see who else they would change. More importantly, I want to help stop them."

The look on Stiles's face confused me. He didn't believe me entirely and he certainly didn't trust me, he felt bad for me but he was almost scared. I listened to his heart and it was steady.

"Do you know how?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I have no idea. Regardless, you're going to need as much help as you can get. They're too strong."

"Why do you want to kill them? You'd think that you'd be thankful that they made you stronger."

"They killed my mother and turned me into more of a monster than I already was. I would've ripped their throats out already but I'm not strong enough to do it myself."

"Just how strong are you?"

I almost smirked. "Stronger than your friend Scott, stronger than Malia, stronger than Liam."

He rolled his eyes.

"There was a man that I went to New York to meet. He knows about the Dread Doctors to an extent. He said that when they changed me they were trying to create the perfect weapon. I have powers, abilities that make me virtually unbeatable." I explained. "As a werecat, I'm just like Scott, just as strong. But after being taken, I could do so many other things, dangerous things."

"Elaborate."

"I have the typical enhanced strength and senses. I have the ability to not only take pain from others, I can heal them as well as myself. I can put people into a trance and control them. I can fly. I can control and draw strength from nature. There's something else too but I don't know what it's called but I can make you see things that aren't there, things that aren't happening."

"What does that mean?" He asked.

I tapped my nails on the tabletop. "Can I show you? Just for a second?"

He hesitated but agreed after a few moments.

I thought of the street that I lived on at home in Bryson City. I thought about the perfectly formed pavement and perfectly built houses. I imagined standing on the sidewalk and staring at my house. I imagined the soft, yellow siding and the strong, wooden door and the porch swing that I spent so many hours sitting on with my mother.

There was no library, no tabletop, no Beacon Hills. It was as if I were standing in front of the place I used to call home and Stiles was standing right beside me.

"What is this place?" He asked.

"Home." I responded. "This is home."

Then I stopped the vision when I felt like I wanted to cry.

"Why did you pick that to show me?"

I shook my head. "I'm not sure. It's just the first place I thought of."

"Do you miss it?"

"No." I almost snapped. "Sorry, it's just… There are a lot of memories there and not all of them are good. Unfortunately, it seems that the negative ones are at the forefront of my mind right now."

"You can control other people's minds but not your own?" He teased.

I chuckled and my bright green eyes met his amber ones. "Yeah, total bullshit, isn't it?"

The bell rang and we both jumped at the sound.

"Shit, we've gotta get to class. And you probably have no idea where you're going so I should probably help you with that. What's your first class?" He said in one long rush of air.

I pulled my schedule out and glanced over it. "AP Biology."

He nodded. "Okay, come on."

Stiles was basically dragging me down hallways and past various classrooms at a near run before he spotted someone further down the hall and skidded to a stop. "Theo!"

Since I was only about five feet tall, I couldn't see over anyone's heads but due to the look on Stiles's face, I assumed that this Theo person had started approaching us. I stretched onto my toes to look but still had no luck.

A boy stopped a few feet in front of us and I almost choked on air when I saw just how good looking he was. The way his muscles strained against the fabric of his hoodie made me slightly weak in the knees.

"Theo, this is Logan. She's new. You have biology together. I need you to walk her there so I can get to English on time. Logan, this is Theo. He's going to walk you to biology."

Stiles turned to walk away but swiftly turned back and muttered something in my ear so low that I almost couldn't hear him. "Don't trust him."

I gave a small nod and faced Theo which was almost painful, like looking at the sun. I desperately wanted to reach out and feel his biceps but social norms dictate that it would be inappropriate to do so after having known him for an entirety of forty-five seconds. Had I even said hi? I didn't want to say hi again if I'd already said hi but I also didn't want to not say hi. Wait, was he talking to me? How long had he been talking?

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked.

He smirked. "I asked where you moved here from."

"North Carolina."

"You look familiar." He stated.

How was I supposed to respond? Was that a positive or negative thing? Did I look familiar like the hot girl he had a crush on before she moved away? Or did I look familiar like the crazy ex that egged his car and murdered his dog?

"Maybe I just have a very common face." I said.

A common face? What the fuck does that even mean?

Theo looked a bit puzzled. "I should get you to class."

He turned on his heel and I followed him.

He thinks I'm a fucking idiot, a mess of a human being. Theo and his perfect face and bulging muscles knows that I am a 98 pound ball of awkwardness and stupidity.

"You seem nervous." He said.

I almost snorted. Jesus christ, that would've been awful. "You could say that. New town, new state, new school, new people, new everything. It's a lot to take in. I'm just trying to adjust."

"You and Stiles seem to have taken a liking towards each other."

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

He shrugged and I watched his muscles ripple beneath his hoodie. "Could be the fact that he was holding your hand."

"He was just showing me around."

Theo glanced back at me. "He has to hold your hand to do it? I'm showing you around and I don't have to hold your hand."

I rolled my eyes. "He's the only one to talk to me since I've been here."

"It's because he doesn't trust you."

"Whatever the case may be, he's the only person I've got right now." I said.

He stopped and turned to face me so quickly that I nearly slammed into him. My quick reflexes stopped me just in time and I glared up at him.

"I'm trying to warn you, Logan. Stilinski's bad news."

"Funny." I said. "He warned me not to trust you as well. And seeing as he didn't look like he wanted to rip my throat out, I'm going to opt to trust him instead."

He smirked. "What? You afraid I'm actually going to rip your throat out?"

I laughed. "If you're trying to scare me, it's not going to work."

"You seemed pretty scared of me at first." He said, cocking his head to the side and raising one eyebrow.

"I got a little nervous because I thought you were good looking. Then I dug a little deeper and realized your head is a bit too inflated for my taste. It sucks when a shitty attitude ruins a perfect face, doesn't it? I'm sure your used to it at this point though."

I heard a growl resonate in the back of his throat and I was surprised seeing as he didn't smell like a werewolf. "Oh, christ, put the claws away, Napoleon. We're in public."

I moved to walk past him and he growled in my ear again.

The sound didn't even make me cringe. "God, I hate dogs like you. You're just a chihuahua that wants to play with the pitbulls."

"And your just a kitten that wants to join in."

I spun around, my eyes glowing bright green and dark spots popping up on the sides of my throat. "I'm not just a kitten, Theo. I'm a leopard."