Chap 1: Beacon Hills and werecoyotes

Skylar Paredes, that's my name and I know… Strange combination but after a couple years my foster family adopted me and I took their name. I guess it helped changing names, it was a way to make sure I'd lose the hunters that were after me and a pretty obvious hint of the fact I knew how to speak spanish fluently. The change of last name helped for sometime at least, I was found out again right after I graduated; I might have slightly growled at this guy at a party and flashed my golden eyes at him. Scared the shit out of him… But he totally had it coming, I mean he wouldn't stop hitting on me and telling me I'd fall for him by the end of the night because "no one can resist this, baby" as he signalled his body. What a cocky bastard right? Ugh.. cockiness is such a turnoff.

Anyway, my foster brother told me I'd have to find some lost place to live in for a while ( and yes, my brother knows, I had to tell him because I needed help to get my foster parents off my back once a month) maybe just a couple years. This is when I decided Beacon Hills would be a nice little town to settle down in. Boy, was I wrong…

Turns out the smaller the town the harder it is to hide and the crazier shit gets. I mean, hunters, yeah I can deal with that. An amazingly hot alpha who happens to be a Hale, doesn't hurt too bad. But his uncle Peter? The alpha pack? The slimy green thing controlled by a psychopath? The crazy bitch that was obsessed with sacrificing half the town? The nogitzune *Don't know how to spell it , sorry*? Nope, nope, nope. I was born a werewolf, I was born into this crazy turmoil that is the supernatural world, but this? This is a whole new level. And I wasn't ready for it. I actually fled beacon hills for about a year. Yeah, I know wasn't exactly the bravest thing to do, but I'm not like Scott or Derek, I'm not really attached to this town or its people and I couldn't have grandpa Argent on my tail. So I left, and in my absence arrived the alpha pack, the "witch" and the Japanese spirit that I know of. I also left behind the one wolf I brought myself to care about. The previously mentioned Hale; this is also part of the reason I left, I suppose.

You see, Derek Hale turned out to be my mate, this fact actually affected my first decision to go to Beacon Hills. Werewolves are all born with a mate, actually everyone in the world has a soul theirs is attached to but for supernatural creatures the pull and the need to find our "second half" is much, much stronger. Sadly, it doesn't always happen, some people don't find their mate or they have a rather rocky relationship, such as two alpha mates. That must be hard, I mean can you imagine having a couple constantly in need to show the other they are superior and dominant. Sounds exhausting! Some people aren't too eager about having a mate, they can't accept that they are attached to one person for the rest of their lives. I myself have a bit of a problem concerning this, you see I'm a Sagittarius, which means the basic traits of my zodiac sign affect me more than it would a human. This means I hate, and I mean HATE the feeling of being trapped and I mean it in an emotional and mental way more than physical, though I do not necessarily enjoy small spaces… So telling me I'm tied to one person for the rest of my life… Is no joke, especially since I found my mate at the age of 18. How do I know Derek is my mate.. well… we are born with our mate's initials carved on our skin, unless of course our mate isn't born yet, in which case the initials will appear the day they are born. And I, for as long as I can remember have had the letters DH carved across my wrist. Oh and these initials are only visible to werewolves. But enough of mates let me get back to what I was originally telling you. My return to Beacon Hills.

I've currently been back for two weeks and I found a part time job in a cafe called Dear Prudence's Coffee. It's not so bad, the pay is all right and I work with the owner who strangely is not called Prudence, but Lucy. I guess her parents were big Beatle fans. But you gotta understand, their music is gold, to me anyway. I got myself a small apartment with a roommate who isn't all that bad, luckily the only thing we share is the kitchen and the small living room; another one of my personality traits, I need my space. Her name is Natasha and she's Australian, which makes me crazy jealous, because I am dying to go there. I travelled a lot with the Paredes family though, I saw a lot of Asia and Europe and I wouldn't change those experiences for anything. I love travelling and I can't see myself settling down anytime soon.

The bell rang as someone walked in the cafe putting a stop to my wandering thoughts, I looked up to see Stiles with a girl I didn't know. I smiled at Stiles who was part of the group of people I met before I ran and he smiled back. We weren't really that close honestly, I got closer to Derek's pack which consisted of Isaac, Erica an d Boyd when I left. Isaac kind of became like a second brother to me, and considering I was fostered for a couple years and I visited quite a number of families; I do not take family relationships lightly.

"Hey Stiles" I said with a smile.

"Skylar! When did you get back? Weren't you in Canada or something?" he asked me with his usual grin, he looked different though. More serious maybe? Tired even.

"I just got back, I was in Alaska actually" I answered as the girl next to him coughed a bit as if to remind us of her presence.

"Oh! Right, sorry. Skylar this is my friend Malia, Malia this is Skylar." Stiles waved his hand between us as he presented us. As I focused more on her, I noticed something strange. Her smell. It was different, it wasn't like Stiles but it wasn't a werewolf smell either. All I could tell was that the girl definitely belonged to the supernatural world. This made me wary as I looked at her with a frown.

"Nice to meet you Malia" I extended my hand to shake hers. And the second our hands touched, her eyes flashed a dark color of blue and her expression was a surprised one as my golden eyes flashed back at her.

Stiles awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he said "So… Malia's a werecoyote. Cool huh?" He sounded as if he were telling me where she was from and not the fact she was a very rare kind of supernatural being.

I looked at him with a bewildered expression "I.. I thought that.. um" I stuttered "I mean, I thought they were all hunted down decades ago."

"Wait, you knew they existed?" both teenagers asked me.

"Well I've personally never met one before but yes I've read about were-coyotes and were-jackals but I thought they'd all been hunted down in the 1970's. This is amazing and no offence to you Stiles but… Aren't coyotes independent? They mostly live alone don't they?" I asked Malia.

"Alone or in pairs I guess. But I don't really like being on my own, I have been for too long I guess." She told me in a sad voice. Stiles smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder supportively.

"Scott's teaching her control and stuff, she's kinda new at this… So, not to interrupt the conversation or anything but um… do you have coffee?" said Stiles, clearly trying to stir the conversation another direction.

"Yeah of course, I'm sorry, what can I give you guys?" I hurriedly asked.

"Two almond macchiato's. To go please."

After getting their coffees and paying for it, I half yelled at Stiles not to tell Derek, as he was on his way out, the teenager gave me a thumbs up and closed the door behind him. The rest of the day wasn't too busy and I kept myself occupied by drawing. I wasn't too bad, the best thing I could draw though were wolves, I actually had a tattoo on my left hip of a running wolf that I drew myself. By the time I got bored it was time to go, so I packed up and headed for my car. I had an olive coloured Toyota Fortuner that had been a gift from my foster family when I turned 17 and I loved it. I fished for my keys inside my purse and as I sat myself inside and closed the door I saw a pair of blue eyes flash at me from the corner of the parking lot. It was dark and just as suddenly as they had appeared, they disappeared. I didn't want to go investigate considering I was tired and had work to do at home and I specially didn't have time for a fight, nor did I want to get into one. I took a deep breath and drove back home thinking about Derek and how I should let him know I'm back. Would he be happy? Would he get mad? Was he alright, had he gotten weaker over the year I was gone? I knew, I had. I also felt a constant ache when I was away and it only got worse on full moons.

When I got there Tasha was sitting on the couch watching a movie on her laptop, I said hi and looked over to find out she was watching "Across the universe". My favorite movie, well musical, I'm really not that into them usually but this is a Beatles musical with Jim Strugess. I mean who wouldn't like it right? I showed it to her and I'm pretty sure this is the second time this week she's watching it.

"How was work?" she asked me as she kept her eyes on the movie.

"Slow, but I got to draw for about an hour which was nice and I saw an old… friend." I answered.

"Hmm.. That's nice." She answered clearly no longer paying attention to me.

I smiled and went to my room, I took a quick shower and started reviewing my notes from my last class. I was actually getting a degree in animal psychology online, I'm probably gonna specialise in canines but nothing is certain just yet. After reviewing for a couple hours I warmed yesterday's left overs which consisted of fried fish and fries and ate as I watched an episode of Castle. I am in love with Richard Caste, the character and his relationship with Beckett is priceless! After I finished I did the dishes and headed on to bed. I was mentally exhausted and tried not to think too much about the wolf in the parking lot from earlier. Or about Derek.