Rebecca Hale ran as fast as she could to get away from the hunters. She couldn't believe her luck. Of course she was being sarcastic saying she actually had luck, because she didn't have any at all. She was running away from those stupid hunters. Being a werewolf had its ups and downs, but overall, she was happy for it. Of course she didn't get bitten, she was born with it and because of that, she learned to respect it. But what was even worse on what she was, did scare her, because she was bitten and had turned into something even worse...

Rebecca pushed back some branches that were in her way and kept running. She heard gunshots behind her and ran even faster. Faster to the destination she was headed to. The so called Alpha's house. Her father, before he got killed, had sent her to Beacon Hills, to look for the Alpha.

"Rebecca!" her father grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the dark room. "You have to be careful!" he hissed. "The hunters are here and if you get killed.." He shook his head sadly and looked down.

"Dad." Rebecca put her hand on his arm. "I'm not going to get killed. I promise." She watched her dad wiped a tear that formed his eye and then he said, "Listen, go to Beacon Hills-" BANG.

The both turned to look at the corner of the room where the hunters tried to break in through.

Her father began to speak faster.

"Go to Beacon Hills and look for the Alpha. He is sure to help you."

Rebecca jumped over the rocks and dodged the arrows as she remembered what she had said.

"What if he doesn't?"

"He will!" her father insisted. "Now go!"

There was a hissing sound and an arrow flew right into his leg. Her father's eyes glowed yellow as he yelled, "Rebecca GO!"

More arrows flew in the room and Rebecca quickly gave her father a hug and reluctantly ran off.

She has been running for quite a while now.

New hunters had chased her as she ran to Beacon Hills, but right when she got there, the new set of hunters were a lot smarter, quicker, and clever. She was pretty sure they had more experience than the rest of the hunters.

Rebecca willed her self to run like the animal she was and then she was finally out. She outran them. She ran behind a giant rock and crouched down, looking at the house that loomed over her.

It looked… broken.

Destroyed.

Burnt.

Somehow, she knew that this was the place where the fire had happened.

She looked at the windows and was sure she locked eyes with glowing red ones.

"He is sure to help you."

Her father's words rang in her head as she slowly got up.

Still locking eyes with the red ones, she slowly began to walk into the house and open the door.

Derek stared at outside the window. He could hear the girl's heartbeat as she walked in. He knew right from there she was a werewolf, but then.. there was something wrong about her too.

"Who is she?" a voice behind him asked.

Derek turned to face Scoot, whom he had momentarily forgotten was there along with his annoying friend, Stiles.

"She's a werewolf." He replied.

"No shit, 'course she is." Stiles butt in.

Derek ignored Stiles and stared at Scott.

"She doesn't smell like one though. Not entirely." he continued.

"Helloooo?" a new voice rang out. It was the girl. "I know you're here. My father said you could help me." she paused. "My name is Rebecca. Rebecca Hale."

Derek quickly looked up and glanced at Scott and Stiles.

"Woah wait did she just say-" Stiles glanced at Derek. "Are you two related?"

Derek shook his head. "Let's go find out."

Derek ran past the corridor and jumped, making a flip and landing perfectly. He fully shifted into a werewolf and he growled at the girl. Rebecca's eyes widened and Derek pounced on her.

Rebecca quickly rolled out of the way and shifted too. She roared at Derek and pushed him against the wall. He kicked her stomach and she struggled back. As Derek flipped over her, she grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him to the floor. The impact made a giant crack and Rebecca glared at him, shifting back to he normal self.

Her eyes… Scott thought. One was red like an Alpha, but the other was yellow like a werwolf…..

Derek quickly got back up to his feet and growled at her.

"Wait !" Scott yelled. "Stop!"

Derek ignored him and ran towards her again.

"STOP!" Scott jumped down and pushed him back.

"What Scott?!" Derek yelled.

"You don't even know who the hell she is! Stop trying to pick a fight with her!" He shook his head and looked at the girl. "What do you want?" Scott asked.

"My father said you could help me. The Alpha." she replied, glancing at Derek. "Sorry about slamming you against the floor. Self defense." she explained.

"Yeah, whatever. Why are you even here?"

She shrugged. "My father sent me out here. Didn't exactly say what, but the only thing he said was for protection."

"And why do we have to protect you?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, what makes you so special? You're just a werewolf like them." Stiles grumbled. Scott glared at Stiles hoping he won't say anything else. He didn't know what exactly she was. They just finished with the Jackson thing, now they have another problem? Great. Just great.

But Rebecca never responded. Derek got tired of her and jumped on her again. He ran towards her and put his hand on her throat.

"What. Do you. Want?" He asked more forcefully.

Rebecca let out a strangled laugh and grabbed his wrist. She twisted it and kicked him to the ground, putting her foot on his chest. Derek struggled to get up, but damn. This girl was stronger than him. But slowly, he somehow felt not so angry. Like he knew who she was.

"I already said what I want. I need help." She pushed him off and looked at Derek weirdly. She felt like there was some sort of connection with him. Not a love one, but something else…. She mentally shrugged it off and continued. "There is only a small amount- no, I'm the last of my kind left and my father said you can help me. He sent me here because… Well that's the thing, he just said protection."

Derek struggled to his feet and began to cough. "Who's your father?" he asked at the same time Stiles asked, "Lats of your kind?"

"Roberto Peterson. They adopted me. They're werewolves too, but they said my last name was Hale. Myth has it that my whole family died in some fire ten years ago here." She paused and looked at Stiles. "And yes. Last of my kind."

Scott walked a little closer to her as Stiles walked down the stairs. "That's because it's not a myth. It's true."

Derek nodded. "It really happened."

Rebecca looked at him again. She studied him. Green eyes like her, Black hair just like hers too. Only difference was the skin color. His was a kinda of oliveish color. Her's was more light.

"You can't send her there. She can't go back to him." her aunt had told her father.

"Yes I can and I will. Derek is the only one who can help her. They are related."

She remembered hearing her family saying this and then, she thought they were talking about someone else. Now she knew it was about her.

Rebecca immediately felt unsafe. She was sure to not get protected, she would have to go on her own from now on.

Being an Omega….

"You know what? I wasted my time." she waved bye and began to walk out the door.

"NO! WAIT!" Scott yelled. Rebecca ignored him and kept walking.

"Rebecca!" he yelled.

"Scott! Stop. Let her go!" Derek placed a hand on his shoulder.

"No. She is related to you. You know she is! We can help her! I know we can!" he pushed past Derek and ran outside towards Rebecca.

"Hey! Wait up!"

Rebecca slowly turned, looking annoyed, but a bit hopeful.

"What?" she asked.

"Did you say your last name was Hale?" Scott asked.

Rebecca nodded. "Yes, why?"

Scott looked at Derek who was watching quietly. "We can protect you. His last name is Hale too."

(To be continued)