Chapter 1

Northern California. Why here? I've never even heard if this town, Beacon Hills. It is still much too warm for snow, even as it reaches mid-November. I doubt there will be any snow here, it's California. I look at the land as I drive along the road. Coniferous trees are without their leaves, leaving an eerie atmosphere, almost like death is all that will come with me moving here.

I shake off the sensation and look for the school now. I have been to school many times before and grew weary of its repetition, but I am forced to go as part of my sentence. I had to keep a low profile, not raise any eyes or cause any whispers. Still there will be whispers of me moving here as an emancipated teenager.

It always did.

The longer I drive through Beacon Hills I start to notice how close knit everyone is. Passing one another in the street, people smile and stop to chat about their lives. I drive my red truck through, and turn down a road, heading to the high school. I groan as it comes into view. There are cars in the parking lot. I was hoping there wouldn't be anyone here on a Friday afternoon. I drive into the parking lot and park beside a jeep. I look to my right at my cat.

"Well Cala," I say to my cat sleeping. "Guess I'll be getting looks before I even start school." I scratch behind her ears and smile as she purrs at my touch. I miss her.

I step out of my truck and shut the door. I start for the front doors when sudden voices capture my ear. I frown and walk toward the voices.

I wrap my arms around my body, it is chilly one out. The wind has brought crispness to the air, almost as a warning that winter is on her way. I knew it would be chilly today, being one of my gifts the council couldn't take from me. There were some things they could take and some that they couldn't. They couldn't take my knowledge away from me. Thankfully I wore my black jeans today with wool socks and boots. I was in no mood to catch a chill upon my arrival. I had on a loose grey top and my old black leather jacket and black sweater underneath. Travelling was a pain, but being warm and comfy sure made it a lot easier. The rest of my clothing was in my old black trunk.

I enchanted ever so slightly. The council could do nothing about it, I have to travel under their orders and this is the safest way to be undetected.

I round the corner and come to the sports field. A bunch of rowdy boys in white and burgundy pinnies are in line, facing the net. I stand and watch for a second.

"McCall! Stilinski! You're long crosses. Let's go!"

The coach blows his whistle and a boy picks up the ball. He cradles it in his pouch, than he runs at the two long crosses. Number 24 goes at him, but the guy easily maneuvers around him. He runs into number 11 and falls with a thud. I smile at the intensity of the sport. I walk over to the group of boys.

"Is that the best you got?" Coach yells. "Keep going!"

He blows his whistle and the next player runs at the two long crosses. As I walk on the field, the frosty grass crunches under my weight. The sound arouses two of the players, numbers 11 and 14. I smile and wave at them.

"Hi." I say.

The coach looks over at me above the lacrosse boys. One of the boys beside McCall stares at me with a slightly confused expression.

"Can I help you?" asks the coach.

I stop.

"Yes actually. Could you point me toward the office? I just moved here from Tofino." He frowns.

"It's inside. Go through the front doors and you'll find it easily."

I stare at him in disbelief. That was it, all I could get. I smile and turn around, letting my golden hair fly in the wind. I knew they would be watching me, all the guys did. I relished in their stares, being desirable was something I had become good at.

I hear the coach start yelling at the team to pay attention, a smile crosses my lips. I make my way to the front of the school and suddenly I smell something. A stench. I groan as I pass the jeep.

A wet dog smell. Only one thing had this stench; Lupin.

"Just once I would like to go somewhere quiet."

I walk through the front doors and smile at the normality of the school. The walls are lined with lockers with stairs leading to the second floor or to the west or east end. Ultimately, it was nice. I make my way down the hall and wouldn't you know it, the lacrosse coach was right. There was the office past the girls' bathroom. I walk through the glass door and freeze.

I didn't know the Argents were stationed here. The old man is Gerrard Argent. He wouldn't recognize me, not because I can alter my features, but because he never met me those decades ago. He wasn't allowed at the trial. No mortals are. I shake my head as I remember the screams, now is not the time. I open the door and smile.

"Oh, hello there Miss…"

"Miss Lark. Aiden Lark."

"Lark…ah, yes. Now about your classes," He leads me into his office and I sit down. He sorts through a small pile of papers on his desk. "Ah, here we are," he pulls out a pink coloured one and looks down at it.

"I must ask," He stares down at me. "How are you going to catch up to the rest of your classmates?" He hands me the paper, I look down at it. The usual. I smile over at him.

"I've already done the start of these classes at my old school, I got ahead." It was true. I focused on school most of the time. I didn't have any friends so that meant no real distractions. I didn't really want any either. No one ever appealed to me, unless I wanted them. I shake the memories away and they leave in a snap of my fingers. I grasp the piece of paper and smile as I stand up.

"Thank you, ah?"

"Principal Argent."

I smile and leave the office, trying not to laugh. I head down the hallway and out the doors.

All I hear are cars starting up, so practise must be over. I glance at my truck and spot the two boys putting away their gear in the back of the parked jeep. McCall and Stilinski I'm assuming. McCall looks of Native American decent, while the other one looks of English decent.

A sudden wind, I did not conjure, whips the paper out of my fingers. I roll my eyes as it falls right beside the boys. I rush to pick it up but the boy named Stilinski picks it up before I can.

"Oh, thank you."

He smiles awkwardly and glances at it.

"No problem." He hands it to me. It wasn't him, the Wolf. He smells clean and mortal. It must be McCall. "I'm Stiles and this is Scott." I smile over at him. I can hear Cala hissing at him. I rush over to the back and tap on the window, she quiets down immediately.

"Sorry about that. She doesn't really like people, in fact," I stare at her. "I have trouble with her too." Stiles smiles, while Scott stares at me, no doubt also trying to figure my scent out. I open up my car door. "I'm Aiden Lark, see you boys, Monday." Cala hisses as we drive away, and off to our home.