It started off small, a whiff of scent as the wind changed directions that vanished too fast or a quick sighting of frizzy hair that disappeared around a corner before anyone could catch up. Little things that added up toward something stranger then the Argent families new take on wolves since Victoria had killed herself instead of becoming a wolf. A warning from one of Peter's old contacts about a pack of alphas coming there way while Allison went away with her grandfather.
"You don't have to follow me." Stiles stated turning his back on Peter as they wondered through downtown, "Just because Scott's trying to track Allison again. It's not like Derek would know."
Peter smiled, saccharine and pointed, "My alpha has made an order and I must follow that command."
"I feel like you're trolling me, like your entire existence is one massive troll movement." Stiles replied throwing open the door to the coffee shop and stepping inside.
The shop was small, used more by the hipsters then anyone else since the Starbucks was put in closer to the library. Formica and wood tables mingled together with chairs that didn't match and large oak bookshelves lining one wall. Three tables where occupied, a group of hipsters with their cameras by the bay windows, one of the teachers with their papers spread across the table and ceramic mug of something steaming beside their hand, the final was a girl close to his age, fizzy hair pulled back in a ponytail, with a brownie.
"Who's that?" Stiles asked Mildred after placing his order, "I've never seen her around before."
Mildred smiled, "She came in with her this other woman, the one that Peter there use to spend all his time with."
He felt Peter freeze behind him, "What?"
"That's right, you remember her don't you Peter?"
"Stiles," Peter pressed his hand against Stiles' shoulder for a brief moment, "I have to go, it's more important then this, if Derek asks it was an emergency. Don't do anything stupid."
He turned on his heel before Stiles could say anything, taking off running after her cleared the door and vanishing in the direction of the park. Stiles blinked confused, accepting his mug from Mildred and walking over to the girl curiously.
"Mind if I sit here?"
She blinked up at him from behind square-framed glasses rimmed in purple, "Alright, I'm not expecting anyone anyway."
"I'm Stiles, Stiles Stilinski." Stiles offered holding out his hand.
"Stephanie," She smiled, "I can't shake your hand."
He nodded knowingly, "Afraid of germs?"
"Basically." Stephanie agreed enigmatically.
"So you're new in town aren't you? At least I've never met you and I know almost everyone in passing. Have we met and you decided to let me make a fool of myself?"
She laughed, "No, we've never met. My sister just moved back into town and I'm staying with her for a while. What about you?"
"Sheriff's son," Stiles agreed, "So how're you liking it so far?"
"Could be worse, she had us living out in Nevada last year, the middle of the desert and she kept turning off the air. I thought I was gonna die and she just told me that I couldn't die if I was already dead." Stephanie shrugged, "Want my brownie? I've gotta get going in a minute if I wanna make it home in time to make my curfew."
"Thanks," Stiles pulled it across the table by it's napkin, "I'll see you in school?"
She shook her head, "Nah, already graduated. Valedictorian and all that. I got bored of going to school. See you around Stiles."
The door was still open from one of the hipsters rushing off to their car to grab something as Stephanie dashed out, Stiles shook his head when he thought he saw her arm pass right through the door, his imagination was more overactive then normal.
Derek called a pack meeting several hours later at the remains of the Hale house, piling them into the remains of the living room and over moldy furniture.
"Stiles," Derek looked like he was tired of everything, "Where is Peter?"
"I have no idea. We went to the coffee shop and there was this girl, Stephanie, who apparently came in with a woman that Peter used to know and he took of trying to find her. I assume the woman is Stephanie's sister because that's the only person that she mentioned the entire time we were there." Stiles answered with a shrug.
Erica snorted, "Nice detective work Batman."
"Thank you Cat-woman, but you wouldn't have done better. It was Peter level Sass the whole time."
Derek growled, "So you have no idea where my Uncle has gone?"
Peter, always one for dramatics, swirled into the house like a hurricane of motion. Pulling things that the pack had added off the walls and into the box he had brought with him.
"This is such a hobo house." He sighed finally turning to face them, "Nephew, I'm having the house knocked down."
"What?" Derek asked surprised.
"I have arranged for the house to be demolished and then rebuilt. It'll take too months, we will have to relocate to the hobo station." Peter elaborated tugging books that Boyd had supplied from earlier in the week, "Until the house is rebuilt of course."
"Uncle, I do have an apartment." Derek corrected.
Peter sighed, "And yet you persist in using the hobo station and hobo house to hold your scary wolf meetings. Now help me clear the house, the wrecker will be here to start tomorrow."
"That's pretty quick isn't it?" Issac asked curiously, "Usually it takes longer, right?"
"There were people who owed my people a favor." Peter waved them off with that, taking off up the stairs to start there.
Scott looked confused, "He has people?"
Peter peered down the staircase at him, "Of course I have people, why would I not have people?"
"Maybe because you died? Or because you were in a coma?" Stiles answered, "It's not like coma patients need favors, or the dead, ya know."
"Actually the person who pulled it through is dead, never underestimate the dead." Peter replied casually, "You have no idea when or where you're going to meet a ghost."
Boyd snorted, "Yes because you meet them at school."
"Sometimes, most times they prefer coffee shops, much easier to pretend to be human."
Stiles spent two minutes staring at the new chemistry teacher before Scott smacked him on the back of the head.
"Dude." Stiles hissed furiously whipping his head back to stare at his friend, "The hell?"
Scott shrugged, "I don't like watching you stare at the new teacher."
Danny snorted from behind them, "I can't tell if the teacher's male or female, but they look hot with the vest and the tie."
"I know right?" Stiles whispered eyes wide as their teacher turned away from the board.
"Hello everyone, you can call me Hale. If you desire to put a suffix it's up to you to choose or if you're daring just Hale." A smile bright and happy, "So I'm going to give you a little test to see were you are. The one with the most answers correct gets a food related prize. Child, yes you, there, pass these out for me please."
Greenburg stumbled to obey before Hale asked for someone else, shoving papers at people. Lydia flipped her's over, starting just as Stiles got his, smiling when he realized that Harris hadn't taught any of this but it had been in the book, Lydia's pen slowing down as she reached the halfway point. Twisting his pencil around in his hand, Stiles grinned, filling in the answers as accurately as he could.