Lyla sat in the comfy revolving chair and put her legs up on the table. She had been pleasantly surprised to see that this pack's den wasn't a pig-sty. Werewolves weren't always the most tidy and she knew this pack was full of guys anyway. She sat directly opposite the huge door and scanned the room. She could totally see a group of guys hanging out here. The loft was big but barely furnished, there were two chairs, one sofa and a huge table right in front of a glass window that took up almost the entire wall. In her informant had been correct, all she had to do now was wait until either Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Isaac or Peter Hale came through that door. And hope they listened to her, for all their sakes.

Peter Hale surpressed the urge to turn around rip Isaac and Scott's throats out just so he didn't have to hear their irritatingly mundane adolescent voices anymore. In any case, he would have to reach past his nephew to do it and Derek would relish any opportunity to rip his arm off. The four of them were on their way to the loft to decide how to tackle this new pack of alphas in town. On the climb up the stairs, Peter was the first, only because none of the guys wanted him at their back. He knew they didn't trust him but he didn't care. So long as they did what they were supposed to when they were supposed to.

When he pulled open the loft door and saw the girl, he should have automatically gone on the defensive. His hackles fell though when he realized she wasn't moving and that she had actually raised her hands in an "I surrender" type of motion. He tentatively stepped into the room, keeping as close to the door as he could while still letting the others through. As soon as Peter had seen her, he had felt something. A feeling he really didn't know how to describe. But he did know that the last time he had felt like that was before the fire, before he had lost his family and half his face.

As the guys came into the room and their eyes all turned to amber at the sight of her, the girl seemed to realize she was a perceived threat. That was when she got up, came to the side of the table and spoke in a calm, soft tone.

"I am not your enemy. I am not from Deucalion's pack nor am I the one apparently killing virgins. So weird. I am here on behalf of my own pack. They will be passing through here soon and I need to know if that will be a problem."

She looked at Derek for the majority of that little speech. My nephew being alpha over me still annoyed me but everything had its time and now was not it. No one spoke for a while. That was when I looked over at my colleages. Both Derek and Isaac had starstruck looks on their faces, like they had never seen a woman before. Scott just had a dumber expression on his face than usual. As embarrassed as I was by this display of male idiocy, I completely understood why they looked like that.

She wore black suede boots over dark blue jeans and a plain black baby tee. The outfit was simple but it displayed everything perfectly. Peter had never been one for thicker females but for her, he would make an exception. The jeans showed off her wide hips and round ass to perfection. The black shirt hugged her slender midsection and drew the eye to her not-too-big, not-too-small breasts. She didn't have a face you would call gorgeous but it was definitely one you could look at forever. Her lips were full, her brown eyes twinkled and her ebony hair tumbled off her head past rounded cheeks that looked made for smiling. Although Peter could think of a few other things they could have been made for.

Just then, Derek shook himself out of his reverie long enough to ask, "So who are you, how do you know us and why is your pack coming through here?"

She smiled at him and said, "My name is Lyla and I don't why why we're coming here. The Alpha makes decisions, we just follow. We aren't going to kill anyone or turn anyone or out any of you. We just wanted everything to be above board. As to how I know who you are, Derek, I have good informants. "

Peter was sure this girl was telling the truth and that she was completely worthy of trust. This girl was…hold on. Peter didn't trust anyone. Where did that come from? Scott and Isaac had somehow crossed the room and were almost touching this girl now, both looking like she was the best thing since sliced bread. Even Derek, who trusted even less people than he did, was now smiling back at this girl. Peter was disgusted. It was a sheepish, kind of shy smile. Not one he had ever seen on his nephew's face before nor one he ever wanted to see again. He looked back at Scott and Isaac and nearly rolled his eyes in disbelief.

Scott was behind the girl, nuzzling her neck and playing with her hair. Isaac had almost fully shifted to wolf form and was on his knees next to her with his face pressed into her thigh and his arms wrapped around her waist. The more disturbing part was that this Lyla girl took it all in stride, as if stuff like this happened to her all the time. She was actually stroking Isaac's head like how one would a pet, while Scott played with her fingers.

Peter wondered if he was the only one in the room a little disturbed at their behavior. At least now Derek wasn't smiling anymore. He was glaring at the betas like he would rip them apart right there. He opened his mouth to tell them to stop but Lyla put a hand up and paused him.

"I don't mind it," she said, "I will be back at the same time tomorrow to hear what you have to say."

Again, she looked directly at Derek. I thought at first she was addressing him only as Alpha but now I saw something else. A flicker of interest, maybe. She disengaged herself gently from Isaac and Scott, with difficulty. They did not want to let her go at all. Peter could hear her whispering to them, "I'll be back tomorrow. Don't worry. I'm coming back." It seemed it was only this assurance that made them release her. They watched her leave with longing gazes. Peter half-expected one of them to howl morosely. As soon as she left, that feeling Peter had when he entered the room disappeared. Now he could place it. It had been warmth, peace, tranquility or at least more of it than he had felt in a long time, and much less anger.

It was almost as if a trance had been lifted. Isaac and Scott looked dumbfounded and Derek just looked confused. Peter spoke first.

"Can any of you tell me exactly what in the hell made you act like lovesick puppies in front of a total stranger?" He poured as much superciliousness as he could into the question. He did not want them to know that he had felt the same way. As an older werewolf, he was just a little better at suppressing some urges.

It was Scott who quickly said, "No, it wasn't like that. It…I didn't feel that way about her, It was more like…"

He wavered off then continued haltingly. "You know like when you're 5 and you run into your mom's room because a thunderstorm scares you? It's like nothing can get to you because your mom's there and your mom can protect you from anything. You're safe and happy, cuddled up with your mom. It was like that feeling but way stronger."

Isaac chipped in, "Yeah, that was exactly it but I still don't know why I was all over her like that. It was so bizarre. Like I couldn't stop myself. Like I didn't want to stop myself. Almost like when I couldn't stop myself from shifting on a full moon.

It should have been strange to hear someone describe such a feeling for a complete and potentially dangerous stranger but since Peter had felt the same, he wasn't really surprised. Peter realized Derek was conspicuously silent on the issue. He had no doubt that Derek had felt the warm, cuddly feeling they all had but there was something he wasn't saying.

"If we're quite through discussing you two's mommy issues, I don't suppose either of you got her scent while you were all over her." Peter had noticed something odd about her scent.

Isaac had not gotten it and neither had Scott but Scott said, "I just remember that she smelled wrong, like not like a regular wolf."

For the first time in minutes, Derek contributed, "That's because she smelled like two."

We all looked at him. What could he possibly mean, like two? Derek stared at the floor and continued, "I could smell her, yeah but her actual scent was kind of…obscured, like it was underneath another one. The other one, the stronger one, was definitely wolf."

Peter tentatively asked, "How is that even possible?"

Derek shook his head, then abruptly asked, "What do you guys think about her proposal for her pack? Should we listen?"

The answers were incomprehensible because they all responded quickly and simultaneously but amidst the cacophony, Derek heard that they all felt she was being straight with them and that they should hear her out tomorrow. Although he felt the same way, he was a little uneasy about letting her back in with the strange effect she seemed to have them. But he felt so strongly that she would never hurt them. Not her.

Lyla walked down the street and remembered her meeting with the pack of Beacon Hills. She smiled. Scott and Isaac were too cute and sweet, especially Isaac. She had heard enough about Peter Hale to be glad he was nowhere near her. And Derek Hale, ooooohhh Derek Hale, was so much cuter than she had expected. She blushed to recall how she stared at him from the time he entered the room until the time she left. She couldn't help in though. Those eyes of his were so captivating. That body wasn't bad either. No. She mentally shook herself. She couldn't think that way about anyone, not anymore. Back to reviewing. She hadn't known the boys would be so susceptible to her charms but it couldn't hurt. She felt hopeful now that her part would go smoothly. This was the best she could do for Beacon Hills. Only God knew what Dominic was really up to.