They were not supposed to be there. I was informed of a new place, a new hideout. There I was with the key, with the papers, in my new hideout, but there were some kids there, too.

"Who are you?" one of them asked pointedly. A boy with many moles on his face and a comical sense of balance. He had tried to place his hand coolly on the table, but it slipped, allowing him to stumble a little.

I blinked and held up my papers. "It's my loft."

"It's Derek's loft, actually," another boy explained kindly. His brown eyes were warm and genuine. His jaw was a bit askew, but he still smiled.

I nodded. "Which he gave to me. So, if you don't mind, please, leave." I dropped my suitcase by the couch and unzipped it, already unpacking my things.

"You know Derek?" a feminine voice asked me, stepping closer. Her voice was soft and gentle. A bit playful, too.

I looked over my shoulder, immediately associating the voice with the redhead girl. "he's my best friend." Only friend, but I didn't want to specify. "Which is why he left the place with me when he went frolicking off with Braeden. And he never told me about some kids in my loft."

"Have you heard of Scott McCall?"

I froze. That name. I knew that name. Never met the guy, but Derek talked highly about him, the true alpha. i never believed him. In all of my life, I've learned the legends that rare, were just stories, words passed through generations that got misinterpreted.

Then, I analyzed the voice. Feminine. Calculating. Sharp.

I stood up and faced the newest voice. A girl with short hair and observant fingers were flexing and always moving. She had quick reflexes, no doubt. That and she definitely didn't trust me.

I looked around. I inhaled through my nose. Yes, there was an alpha. I stared at the boy with soft brown eyes His hand was gripping another girl's, a girl with long black hair and a hand on her belt. She had a weapon, of course. However, my eyes were not trained on the readied weapons and the defensive stances. they were paying close attention to the boy with kind eyes, the true alpha, Scott McCall.

I smiled and licked my lips. I laughed a little. "Sorry." I scanned the six teenagers. "I just didn't expect the McCall pack to be so… young." I tilted my head. I bowed from the waist. "Evangeline Rivera, at your service. But friends call me Leen." I opened my suitcase and grabbed a photo of Derek and me at graduation. "Derek and I were best friends in high school."

"Paige." The one with no sense of balance licked his lips and stared at me. He nodded his head at me.

I stared at the floor and gulped. "You know the story. Of how Derek… of his blue eyes." It was a tragic story. I was part of it. I was someone who Derek lied to, trying to not get me involved. However, he found out that I was a very nosy and stubborn best friend.

I showed them the graduation photo. "Is all this proof enough?"

The short-haired girl accused, "Photoshop and torture. Easily attainable."

I sighed. "All right then." I pulled out my phone and called Derek. I put it on speaker mode and held it out for the six teenagers. "Derek?"

"Leen, what do you need?"

"Your little… True Alpha pack is questioning me."

"Malia, Stiles, she's trustworthy."

The boy with no balance rushed forward, almost tripping a few times, before gabbing my phone. "What's the nickname I gave you?"

"Stiles," Derek growled.

"I won't believe you til you say it."

Derek grumbled. "Sourwolf."

I sputtered a laugh.

"Shut up, Leen."

I laughed even more. "And this guy lived to call you that?" I laughed a bit more. "That's great." I swiped my phone away from him. "Anyway, proof enough, Stiles? Malia?"

The two nodded.

"What are you anyway?" a new voice asked. Strong, but shy. The blonde boy who was younger than the rest.

I smirked. "Oh, right. You've never encountered me before." I flexed my claws and growled. My eyes glowed an iridescent green. I craned my neck and smiled. "I'm called the WereJaguar." I smiled at their shocked expressions. "And, we have alpha." I looked at Malia. "Werecoyote." The redhead. "Banshee." The blonde boy. "Beta." the girl with black hair. "Kitsune." Stiles. "Human."

He corrected me, "Temporarily possessed, actually."

"Nogitsune?" I tilted my head.

"Yep."

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, Allison tells me you need help with something in the woods."

"Allison?" the alpha asked. "You saw her?"

"Yeah. Met her family and some Isaac while chasing some witch. She told me that she missed you, but she's needed in France." I rolled my shoulders back, allowing my spots, stripes, and claws to disappear. "Now, we have work to do."

Scott smiled. "Well, welcome to the beginner pack."

I smirked. Maybe I'd stay here longer.