Never in my life did I expect the path I was made to follow. My father is all I have left. He's a Hunter, killing as many supernatural creatures as possible, except for Werewolves. The reason: I was bitten and morphed into a rare kind of Werewolf. My name is Alice. I'm a senior and I just moved to Beacon Hills with my father. I was to go to the school and when I found any Werewolves, I was to tell my father who they are. Neither of us knew the danger my father put me in.

I got up early to prepare for school. My father was sat at the table, cleaning his guns.

'Dad, are you sure about this?' I asked.

'Alice, we have no other choices. We have to stop others from killing them. Beacon Hills is quite a magnet for it all quite recently.' My father explained.

'Don't forget you have your job interview at the station to be a cop this morning.'

'How could I forget that?'

'You have before, many times.'

My father laughed at my joke.

'Shall I drive you to school for your first day?'

'Is that ok?'

'Alice, you're my daughter. I care a lot. I would be honoured to take you.'

My father and I made sure we had everything and we left to school together in his big car.

We pulled up by school and my father looked at me funny.

'What is it?' I asked.

'I'll let you get out here, not to embarrass you in front of your new class mates.' My father sighed deeply.

'You never were good at that.'

My father laughed as I got out the car. I shouldered my backpack and walked to reception to be told the information I needed. I found my locker and checked I had everything I needed. I heard laughter coming from other students, but I felt confident enough to move on my own. I felt glad I'd found the layout of the school before I'd come so I could find my classroom. Before I could walk any further I was yanked back by a beefy looking guy. I didn't know him from anywhere, but I knew I could take him.

'Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?' He laughed.

'How about to my class that you're too dumb to enter?' I jeered back.

I was knocked into lockers, but I got back up. He moved to punch me, but I ducked under his swing and jabbed him in the throat, making him stumble back into his friends.

'Perhaps next time you'll know not to cross me.' I looked right at him.

I walked off and tried to gather myself. I heard feet running behind me, but I didn't look.

'Hey, are you alright?' The guy that appeared on my right asked.

'Yeah. New kid testing, huh?' I sighed deeply.

'Are you sure? That push you took looked like it hurt.' The guy on my left asked.

'I'm stronger than I look, trust me.' I said.

'I don't think we're going to challenge that.' The guy on my left laughed nervously.

'Alice.' I tried to introduce myself.

'I'm Scott and this is Stiles.' The guy on my right, Scott, said.

'Hi. I'm guessing you're seniors.' I looked at them both, now we'd stopped.

'Yeah. You too?' Stiles smirked.

'Yeah. First day and already getting in trouble. Sounds like me.' I laughed nervously.

'How come?' Stiles asked.

'My father's job. He keeps working in police departments, starting in the UK and then moving to America. It seems to be I get moved to a new area every school year. It's a bit mad, but I'm fine with it. I get used to it after a while.' I shrugged.

'Wow. So would he be working here now?' Scott asked.

'Yeah, he's got an interview this morning.' I said.

'We'd better get to class.' Stiles looked at Scott.

'Right. Math.' Scott remembered.

'I have Math now.' I shrugged.

'Then let's go.' Stiles seemed a little eager.

We walked together towards the classroom. I took my seat and the class progressed as well as it could. I struggled now and again, but I wasn't doing too badly. The class finished and I found myself leading my way through the corridors alone. My senses were picking up danger from all around me, but the strongest smell I picked up was Wolf, like other Werewolf stink.

'Alice!' I heard Stiles call from behind me.

I turned round and let him catch up.

'You walk fast.' Stiles remarked.

'I can walk quicker if you prefer.' I joked.

'No thanks. Let me walk you to class, since it's the same one.' Stiles suggested.

'Oh ok.' I shrugged.

We walked together and I could see there were looks our way. I found myself scowling at them and they looked away. We found our way to class and took our seats. I was joined by a girl I didn't know, but she seemed friendly enough.

'You're Alice, right? I'm Lydia.' She asked.

'Hi. Let me guess, friends with Scott and Stiles?' I smirked.

'Good guess.' Lydia smiled.

The class of English began. I found myself writing more notes than I thought I would. The bell rang for the end of class. I put my things away and before I could leave, Lydia smiled at me.

'Do you want to sit with me for lunch?' Lydia asked.

'Yeah, thanks.' I smiled weakly.

We walked together and got our food. We sat at a table and were joined by Scott, Stiles, a guy I didn't recognise and two other girls I didn't know.

'Who's this?' One of the girls asked.

'Malia, this is Alice. She's new.' Lydia explained.

I looked at Malia and I was certain her eyes changed colour and then changed back.

'I don't trust her.' Malia was blunt.

'Malia.' Scott looked at Malia funny.

'What? Something about her bothers me.' Malia wasn't giving in.

I looked round at the group and the strongest stench I got was wolf. I looked at the other girl I didn't know and she seemed to be something else. Now and again when she moved I could see a flicker of electricity round her, like an aura.

'Alice, this is Kira and Liam.' Scott introduced me to the girl I didn't know and the guy I didn't know.

'Hi.' Kira was a bit shy towards me too.

I smiled weakly. My phone started to go off and I found it was my Dad.

'I'll be right back.' I was a little distant.

I still had my bag with me when I left to answer the phone. I got outside and answered it.

'Dad, what's going on?' I asked.

'I thought I should call to let you know I got the job.' He laughed.

'Well done, Dad. I knew you would.'

'Have you found them yet?'

'Yeah. I can smell Wolf on three of them. I've kinda made friends with them and two of them are something else. Do you think we need to find him?'

'Find who?'

'Peter Hale.'

'We may need to. I've traced him to Eichen House. We'll go after school. He may know what our next move will be.'

'I hope you're wrong.'

'Why?'

'Last time we trusted Peter Hale, he killed Mum.'

'He won't do it again.'

'I got to go. I have school to get back to.'

I hung up on my Dad, only to look up and see I was being watched.