A boy approached Beacon Hills in the dead of night. He was very tall, towering at 5'12. His pale skin blended with the moon and his long hair flowed in the wind. His eyes were a bright shade of red and He stood looking over the city. He pulled a phone out and looked at it. Malia made up his lock screen.

"Malia. I've finally found you at last."

"Ricardo. Hey wake up. We're here." Says a man to the sleeping individual in the back of the car. When he received no response the woman next to him leaned back and shook them awake.

Ricardo Anderson awoke. He wiped the drowsiness from his eyes and sat up. Ricardo was an ebony skinned boy about five foot seven. He had no hair on his face despite being 17 years old and his hair was cut short. "Finally. That car ride took forever." His gaze moved out the windshield and at his new house. He opened his door and stepped outside. Taking in his surroundings he wasn't impressed. It wasn't very much pleasing to the eyes. This quaint town was very different from the city life he was used to. But something about this place seemed to be very familiar to him. It even called out to him somewhat. "Not much of a town. Least our house is new looking."

"Yep. It was new costing too." Said their father Thomas while rubbing a hand through his beard. He turns to his wife Alexis. "Me and Ricardo will get the bags. You go check out the house and pick out the rooms."

"Okay."

"So. What do you think of the house?" Says Thomas while opening the trunk.

"It's alright. Why are we here dad?"

"It's a good place."

"There are better places. Why here?"

"You have to admit. There is a certain allure of this place." Thomas rubbed the back of his head nervously. Ricardo picked up on this but didn't say anything. Instead he grabs a couple bags and takes them inside. They didn't say anything for the hours it took to set everything up. Once done Ricardo went up to his room. Soon after his mother comes in.

"Hey can you to take out the trash."

"Alright." He flings away his phone on the bed and heads downstairs. He grabs the trash and heads outside. As he puts the trash into the trashcan he sees three people two guys and a girl. The first guy looked tough. He could make out his muscles through his shirt. His was rugged but handsome. He walked with a certain stride that indicated leadership. The other one was smaller and not as muscled. His eyes looked around at his surroundings every now and again. And when they didn't his eyes rested on the girl. Ricardo took particular notice of the girl. She had short hair. She moved with alertness. But even so she had a presence of forcefulness and sadness at the same time. She more than caught his attention. She looked up at him and he quickly turned his head to avoid her eyes. When he was sure she wasn't looking anymore he turned back. Even though they were across the street, he heard them clearly. He always had good hearing.

"So now things should be pretty normal. The super ultra badass mega wolf is finally gone. We're good again."

"Yeah. We're good for now. I just hope Kira comes back soon."

"She will man. I'm sure Fox Boot camp is almost over by now. And she'll be all foxed up when she returns to her Scottikins."

"Yeah. So what're you and Malia doing?"

He finally hears her speak. "Stiles is going to help me study for this stupid midterm."

"Alright well I'll see you guys later."

"Yeah." The tall one known as Scott leaves the trio. Stiles and Malia continue to walk, to his surprise, into the house right next to his.

"Malia." He quietly says to himself as he walks into the house.

During his first day he was assigned a student escort. Someone to show him around. A strawberry blonde girl approached him and smiled.

"Hey. I'm Lydia Martin."

"Ricardo."

She turns and beckons for him to follow. "So what's your first class?"

"Physics."

"Cool. I know where that is. Come on. Meet me at the locker by the gym

when class is done."

"Alright."

"So in conclusion the amount of force required to move an object according to the law of motion-"

The teacher is interrupted by the door opening. He turns to see Ricardo walking in.

"Who're you?"

"I'm new here."

"Oh yeah. Ricardo. I got an email about you. Sit anywhere."

He takes his seat and he continues his lecture. But Ricardo paid no attention. He was too focused on Malia. The girl he'd seen earlier was in his class. He found himself drawn to her. She had a certain air about her that brought out a weird sensation in him. Before he knew it class was over and everyone was filing out. When he was at his locker he listened in to her conversation with the small boy from earlier.

"Hurry up. Your going to be late to Lacrosse practice."

"What are you doing?" Says Lydia snapping him out of his eavesdropping.

"Nothing." He says quickly.

She followed his previous gaze to Malia and smiles. "She's out of your league."

"Shut up."

"Poor boy. So delusional. Well that boy she's talking to is her boyfriend. Stiles."

"What kind of name is Stiles?"

"Nobody knows. So yeah sorry but she's kind of taken. You don't look that bad though. Maybe you could date someone else."

"I don't want someone else, I want her."

"Trust me there are plenty girls here. How about you come to a party tonight."

"You sure? I just got here. I don't think a party would be best."

"Oh just come to the party. God."

"Fine."

"Good. Phone."

He hesitantly pulls out his phone.

"Password?" She says taking it.

He reaches out his hand but she pulls the phone back.

"I'm your new best friend here. You can trust me with a password."

"Fine. 9978."

"Cool." She puts in the password and adds her number to his phone. She calls her own cell phone and saves his number. "There. I'll text you the time and address." She walks away from him, leaving him there to stare at Malia.

"Guys! I'm home!" He calls to his parents when he gets in the house.

"Hey. How was school?"

"Boring. I made a friend though. Her name's Lydia."

"Oh. She sounds cute." Says April teasing.

"She's alright. Anyway, so I got invited to a party tonight. Can I go?"

"That was quick. Ask your father." She returns to the kitchen and Ricardo goes upstairs. He sees his father in his room staring out the window. He looked serious and he turned as Ricardo approached.

"Hey dad. Everything alright?"

"Yeah. What's up man?"

"I was wondering if I could go to a party tonight."

"Not tonight."

"What? Why not?"

"Tonight isn't a good night. Stay home."

"Alright then." His voice displayed his discontent with the situation despite his passive response. He walked to his room and plopped on his bed. He laid down and went to sleep. After about a couple hours he got a text message. He opened his phone.

Lydia: Party's starting. 2340 Beacon Road.

Ricardo- can't go.

Lydia- Sneak out. U R a teenager for Christ's sake.

He put his phone in his pocket. He opened his door to see where everyone was. His father and mother were both downstairs on the couch. He quietly closed his door and opened his window. He climbed down the tree and headed of towards the party. Unaware that his scent was followed by an Alpha. He finally reached the party and found Lydia.

"You made it. Cool."

"Yeah. I guess."

"So." She waves her hand over the crowd of people. "These are the high school girls you can choose from."

Ricardo gazed over the multitude of girls at the party. Most were drunk or making out, or both. He didn't really find them appealing. But this was soon changed when he saw Malia dancing with Stiles. Lydia noticed this.

"Here we go again. Focus on the girls. Not the girl. You're a single male with an average build. You can get some girls." Lydia was about to continue but suddenly a scream is heard. Broken glass lines the floor. Ricardo, Stiles, Lydia, Malia and Scott all look towards the source. A girl was on the floor with claw marks in her throat. Her assailant, a werewolf who growled at the crowd of now running people. Lydia grabs Ricardo by his shoulders.

"Time to go!" She screams at him. He follows her as Scott and Malia go after the wolf. Soon however Berserkers appear. They step in front of him.

"Damn it." Says Lydia. Before she has a chance to say anything the Berserker rushes at him. Suddenly it falls.

"You okay?" Says a familiar voice. Ricardo looks up to see his father standing over the defeated Berserker. His eyes glowed bright red as he looked at him. His sharp teeth pointed out.

"Dad? What's going on? What happened to you?!"

"Not now. You need to get outta here. Let's g." He is interrupted by a claw through his heart.

"DAD!" He screams at the top of his lungs.

"Lydia Martin. Take my son to Deaton." He says with his final breath.

Ricardo blacks out.