Watching patiently. Waiting for a companion to come out of the raining darkness. Thoughts arising as the airport buzzed away with impatient passengers and arrivers.

A man ran to the black vehicle as he held his leather duster up over his head. He jumped into the passenger side and slammed the door. The driver watched as he shook off his coat and got comfortable.

"What did you find out?" The driver asked.

"The plane from Belgium is supposed to arrive in less than an hour," the man replied.

"Good we will wait till then," the driver nodded as he leaned back. The man gave a look.

"What are we doing here Chris? Why are we wasting our time here when we could spend our time looking for the alpha?" The man said. Chris rolled his eyes at his assistant, Tom's idiotic remark.

"Because Tom this is our way of looking for the Alpha," Chris said. Tom looked at him, confused. "A source tells us that Derek has called in for a reinforcement. A wolf."

"Wolf? I thought they were in extinction?"

"Not quite. There's about two hundred in the world and this one happens to be an extra rare one," Chris replied. Tom chewed at his lips as Chris handed him a file. "Her name is Mia Thompson. She is a white wolf."

"Meaning?"

"Wolves differ from werewolves. Werewolves, when turning, only turn half wolves. Wolves on the other hand, turn into a full wolf, a bit bigger than a horse. Now to turn into a white one, that's something special," Chris said, falling into his words, fascinated by the idea.

"Why would Derek call for her?"

"They have extra hard senses. She can help track him down. I'm worried that if Derek gets to him first, he will kill the alpha and replace him. That's the last thing we want," Chris said.

Tom continued to look through the file. A picture fell out from the side and he leaned down to pick it up. It was a woman with black hair, bright big blue-green eyes and a beautiful bone structure. Chris saw it and gulped back. His grip around the wheel tightened. He forgot he left it in there.

"Is this Mia?"

"No," Chris replied coldly. Tom gave his boss a look and examined the picture further.

"Who is it?" Tom asked. Chris didn't reply. "Chris?"

"Her name is Claire Davis," Chris paused not wanting to say much else.

"And who is she to you? Is she evolved in this?"

"No!" Chris quickly snapped. He looked at the confused and slightly startled Tom. Chris gulped back and began to calm down. He released a sigh. "I met her twenty six years ago. She was the first woman I loved and ... I found out she is in Beacon Hills. Hasn't aged a day."

"Is she a vampire?"

"No. I don't know what she is," Chris said, lost in thought once more. Tom sat there and looked at the photo again. The name spun through his head. She was familiar. His eyes widened.

"I think I've heard the name before. She's a PI," Tom began. Chris tuned in and turned to him. "A supernatural PI from what I hear."

"Supernatural PI? What does that mean?"

"Well from what I've heard, people go to her when the sheriffs can't seem to find out anything about suspicious and unexplained murders. Guess you can't even trust law enforcement," Tom joked dryly. Chris smirked.

"I guess that's something we all agree on," Chris mumbled.

"What is your plan than with her? Are you going to kill her?" Chris froze. He didn't have much of an answer.

"That all depends on what she is," Chris said turning to him. Tom gulped back. His eyes slowly went back to the picture. "Here she is," Chris said as he reached to his side pulling out a gun. Tom looked up to see a fair skinned teenage girl with platinum blonde hair.

"That's her? She's like sixteen years old," Tom said with confusion. Chris gave him a look.

"Read the file," Chris said. Tom went to turn down to flip through it. "Not now you idiot!" Chris snapped before getting out of the car. Tom followed him close by. "Ms. Thompson."

The girl turned. "Yes?"

"We were sent here by Derek to pick you up," Chris said. The girl gave a smirk as she sniffed the air. She could smell the gun.

"Yeah, I really don't think he did," Mia said. Chris stepped up and gripped her arm.

"Hey!" a man said. Chris turned to see a security guard run out. "Do you know this man?" Mia gave a look to Chris, still holding a smile.

"No I don't," she said, raising her eyebrow. The security guard watched as the two shared a firm and angered look.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Now," the security guard said. Mia gave him a look. Chris cringed his teeth and released her.

"For a werewolf hunter, you're not very smart," Mia whispered. Chris shook his head and him and Tom walked back to the vehicle. She watched as the car raced off down the road.

"You okay ma'am?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Mia replied. She turned and flagged down a cab. The cab came by her and the security guard placed her stuff in the back trunk.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yes. No need to worry about me, I'll be fine," Mia said before getting in the back.

"What the hell was that Chris?" Tom asked. Chris said nothing, speeding as fast as he could. "Slow down! You're gonna get us killed!"

"Shut up Tom!" Tom glared at him.

"This is cause of that girl? Jesus man," Tom said shaking his hand.

"Tomorrow night is a full moon. The alpha will be out and so will Derek and Mia. I have it planned out," Chris said.

"You mean re-planned cause you screwed up?" Tom said, aggressively. Tom bit his lip and slammed on the breaks. He put the car in park and gripped Tom by the collar.

"I said I have it planned out," He said firmly. Tom gulped back. "Claire remains between you and I, that's it! Nothing more! Now shut up before I place a bullet in your head!" Tom felt his heart beat faster. He nodded and Chris released him. Chris started the car again and drove off.

In the woods, and aggressively and aggravated Derek rushed through with two exhausted teenagers traveling behind him.

"So what now?" Scott asked, trying to keep up.

"We gonna kill this thing or let it run free?" Stiles jumped in.

"I don't know," Derek replied.

"Oh good, we are following a werewolf in the woods who is probably gonna lead us to our death. Not to mention we have some crazed alpha, as Derek so kindly describes as the murder who has killed more than enough people. All in all this has turned out to be just the best night," Stiles said sarcastically with a smile. Derek and Scott stopped dead in their tracks and turned to him.

"Shut up before I kill you," Derek said firmly. Stiles smirk went away and he gulped back.

It wasn't long before the three ended up at Derek's slice of heaven in the middle of the woods. The burnt house that he so abundantly decided to live in. Derek's eyes moved to the ground where an reburied hole where the two teens found Derek's dead sister. He shot them a look.

"N-nothing personal," Stiles said. Scott rolled his eyes and looked down. Derek ignored him and they headed up the steps. Derek soon froze and placed his arms out to stop the two.

"What is it?"

"I smell something," Derek replied.

Scott stopped and took a quick whiff of the air. His eyes suddenly turned yellow. Stiles gulped back as Derek slowly turned the knob and opened the door. The three walked in. Stiles stuck close to Scott. The three came to the living room, fallen beams and ashes covered the floor. In the middle was an old burnt chair. Derek's nails began to grow as the smell became stronger. A woman rose from the seat. She had platinum blonde hair. She wore black jeans, black leather boots with a pointed heel and she wore a black leather jacket. The woman turned to reveal herself. She grew a smile and crossed her arms. Her blue eyes glimmered. Derek's nails disappeared.

"Well hello there Derek," she said.

"Welcome home Mia."