AN~: All right here is chapter 2! Hope you like this one. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this haha Just giving the Teen Wolf Series my own spin.

Thanks for reading!

All night Callie dreamed of the Hale house burning and of strange shadowy figures with claws.
She woke up feeling exhausted and not in the best of moods.
Remembering why she was so sore, Callie covered her face in a pillow.
"Stiles you freakin' owe me big time." she growled.

The warm water from the shower helped with Callie's disposition greatly.
She played with the condensation in the air before stepping out and drying off.
Callie walked back into her room and threw on a pair of skinny jeans, a tank top, a flannel, and eyeliner.
After putting on her high top Converse, Callie held out her arm as her bag lowered itself onto her shoulder.
Callie smiled to herself. There were some benefits to being a psychic.

The school parking lot was already filling up as Callie entered the driveway.
Just as she was about to turn into a space a little Porshe cut her off and stole it.
Callie threw her hands up and let out a sound of disgust.
"Goddammit Jackson! Glad to know you were taught manners!" she yelled out the window.
Jackson flipped her off in the rearview mirror and his girlfriend, Lydia, gave her one of those self-righteous looks.
Callie sighed and drove off to find another space. Luckily there was one next to Stiles.

"Did you see what that asshole did to me?!" she ranted to Stiles as they both got out of their cars.

"Lydia has a pretty dress on today. Green really suits her."

Callie slapped the back of Stiles head. Of course all he saw was the oh-so-lovely Lydia Martin.

"Hey! That was uncalled for." he whined.

"Stiles you have a girl right in front of you. Pay attention."

Stiles stuck his tongue out at her and rubbed a hand against his buzz cut.

"What happened to Scott last night? He never texted me back." Callie continued.

"Dunno, but I guess we're about to find out."

As if on cue, Scott came up to his friends. Callie hugged him and scruffed up his hair.

"So the killer didn't get you! Thanks for not texting me back."

"I got caught by something else though." Scott said pulling up his shirt to reveal a large bandage.

Callie's purple eyes grew large at the sight of it, a hand flying to her mouth.

"Let's see this thing." Stiles pulled a corner of the bandage off.

On Scott's side was clearly a bite wound. Each individual tooth mark visible.

"Holy shit Scott! You need to get that checked out." Callie warned.

"No. Its ok. I know what bit me. I think it was a wolf."

Stiles and Callie looked at each other and then at the bite. Both of them started laughing.

"Dude, there aren't wolves in California. I read somewhere there haven't been wolves for like 60 years."

Scott looked at his friends with a confused expression. Callie patted his head and put her arms around their shoulders.

"Come on guys. Off to first period. I'm not letting you two start off the year bad."

The day passed by slowly until Callie's free period. She had it the same time as Scott and Stiles so she met up with them in the halls.
Callie was wiping off the paint still on her hands from her art class as she came up to them.
Scott was asking Stiles about a new girl. He seemed really into her and Callie laughed. She'd never seen Scott like this.

"Do you know who she is?" Stiles asked Callie shaking her from her thoughts.

"Nope, not a clue. But it looks like Lydia does."

All three of them turned to see the strawberry blonde and her jerk of a boyfriend talking to a pretty girl.

"This girls only been here for a day and Lydia already has her in her clutches." Callie shook her head.

"It's 'cuz she's hot. Hot people stick together." Stiles said.

"Great logic there Stiles." Sarcasm dripped from Callie's voice.

"Her name is Allison." Scott mumbled.

"What?"

"Her name's Allison." he repeated.

"How do you know that? They're across the hall. Are you psychic too?" Callie raised an eyebrow.

"No, I... I just heard Lydia say her name right now."

"You heard her? Scott, I can't even hear them and I am the master of eavesdropping." Stiles shot.

"Well whatever guys. Look I lost my inhaler in the forest so we gotta go back for it after practice today." Scott quickly changed the subject.

"No! There's a killer out there. Just buy a new one Scott." Callie's voice grew louder.

"Oh come on Callie. You're not afraid of the woods now?" Stiles teased.

"Shut up. Fine. I'm only going to make sure Scott doesn't die from an asthma attack."

She looked at Scott. He hadn't taken his eyes off of Allison the whole time.

"All right lover boy, get your mind focused. Go to Econ and I'll see you two at practice."

Callie covered Scott's eyes with her hand and pushed him in the direction of his next class. Stiles waved at her and she smiled back.

She sighed and rummaged through her locker. Only Scott would lose an expensive inhaler in the middle of a forest.

Callie walked out onto the field once the last bell rang. A slight breeze was in the air making the trees sway.
As she got closer to the bleachers she saw Stiles. They high-fived each other and Stiles jerked his head towards the top of the seats.
Lydia was sitting there with Allison.

"So would you mind making me look good to Lydia?" he elbowed Callie.

"You know Stiles you have a better chance getting with Ashley - the one who still has braces."

Callie made her way up the stairs until she was a row in front the the two girls.
Unfortunately Callie made eye contact with Lydia bringing on an unwanted conversation.

"Oh look who it is. Goth Girl."

"Hello to you too Lydia."

Lydia had taken to calling Callie, Goth Girl, ever since the eighth grade when her abilities really started to kick in and she started to get in touch with darker styles.

"You know wearing those colored contacts is bad for your eyes. Could make them irritated and sensitive."

"Lydia, I thought you knew. Purple is my actual eye color. Like Elizabeth Taylor, ever hear of her?"

Lydia just pouted and flipped her hair. Callie tried to keep her dislike for the girl from erupting out in her words.

"Your eyes are purple? That's amazing."

Callie looked at Allison. This was the first time they had ever spoken. Maybe she could help out Scott.

"Oh yeah. It's a rare genetic thing. I haven't seen you before you must be new. I'm Callie Ficarro."

"I'm Allison Argent. Nice to meet you."

Allison smiled and her eyes twinkled. Callie could definitely see why Scott liked her so much.
A loud yell averted their attention to the field.

"All right McCall! That's how it's done! Keep it comin' guys McCall is on a roll!" Coach screamed at his team.
The other players kept launching balls at Scott in the goal. Each one he expertly blocked.
Callie stood in awe at his sudden talent. Sure Scott had been playing lacrosse for a while but he was never that good.
There was a different air to him and Callie felt uneasy about it.

"Who is that?" Allison wondered aloud.

"That's Scott. He's my best friend. Great guy." Callie mumbled absentmindedly to her.

Callie shoved her hands into her jacket pockets as she followed Stiles and Scott through the trees.
Her thoughts whirled around the events of the night she ran through the forest and the strange changes in her friend.
Stiles was going on about some theory on how the bite Scott got could have given him super powers.

"What like some infection or something?" Scott asked, frustration in his voice.

"Yeah why not? You said you can hear better, see better, smell better. You even play lacrosse better! I know you practiced all summer but there's no way you got that good."

"Stiles, you're making it seem like Scott is a werewolf or something." Callie joked.

"Exactly! You got bit by a wolf right Scott?" Stiles started to howl and claw at the air.

"Urgh! Stop you guys this is serious. Just focus on finding my inhaler."

"Ok, ok. Sorry Scott dont get your tail in a bunch." Callie teased.

She hopped over a couple rocks and skipped a little ahead of them.

"It should be somewhere around here. I know we're close." Scott grumbled.

Callie felt a presence and her mind went on alert. Someone was there.
She looked back over her shoulder to see a man in a leather jacket glaring at them.
Behind him was the Hale house. Callie's feet stopped in their tracks as the same feelings from the other night crept up her back.

"Guys. Guys!"

The man stomped closer to them, continuing to stare them down like they were prey.

"What are you doing here? This is private property!" he snarled.

"We were just looking for something... Forget it." Scott muttered.

In a flash, the man tossed Scott's inhaler at him.

"You found it. Now go away."

The man's piercing blue eyes met Callie's for a second. But in that second a urge to be near him filled her.
She couldn't look away or move or even think. There was something about him that was drawing her in.
The man's strong jaw set relaxed and his glare lessened to a soft gaze. He looked just a lost as she did for a moment.
But just as quickly as he appeared, he left. Scott and Stiles began to walk off back to the edge of the forest.
Not noticing that Callie went after the mysterious man.

"Hey! Hey, let me ask you something." Callie's heart pounded more and more.

The man turned around to face her and she nearly ran into his chest.

"Are you Derek Hale?"

His entire face changed from a scowl to a look of surprise.

"How do you know my name?" he demanded.

Callie was silent, not sure how to answer. Derek's blue eyes smoldered with mixed emotions.

"I... I don't really know. Something is just telling me that I know you. Or at least I'm supposed to know you. Sorry that doesn't make sense. It's complicated."

Callie couldn't tell if this was her abilities kicking in or something else. Usually to read someone's mind she had to purposely focus on them. She wasn't just given information about people.

Derek kept looking at her with an intense curiosity. Callie didn't know how long they stood there just waiting for the other to say something until Stiles gripped her hand and dragged her away.

"What are you doing! Do you know who that is?"

"Yeah he's Derek Hale."

"Wait. You know?"

"Don't ask me how but I do."

"Well whatever he's bad news so stay away from him."

Callie nodded but in her heart she knew she couldn't do that.

Over the next few days Callie couldn't get Derek Hale out of her mind. He was in her thoughts and walked in her dreams.
She didn't understand why he would leave such an impact on her. She hadn't known him very well.
Could really only put a face to the name. Why did he make her feel so many emotions. Why did he make her feel at all?
Scott was acting weird which also bothered Callie. He was more aggressive and harsh. His temper seemed to wear thinner and thinner.
Callie wasn't the only one worried though. Lately Stiles had her looking up weird information on werewolves.

"I thought we were just joking about Scott being a werewolf?"

"I was. But it never hurts to do some investigating."

"Stiles you seriously don't believe Scott is a werewolf right?"

"I dunno ok! Just humor me and look up some of the causes for a werewolf to transform."

"You mean shift. Werewolves are more like shape-shifters not transformers."

"See you already know more than me! Now get on it!"

The art room was Callie's only escape. Well at school at least. There also was the dance studio in town where she worked.
But in art class Callie could do whatever she wanted. Doodle, sculpt, paint, sketch, or nothing at all.
Mr. Finch, the art teacher, liked her that much.
Luckily today was one of those do whatever days. So Callie sat in front of the wide windows and twirled her maroon hair in her fingers.
The fall leaves twisted in the wind and created little cyclones across the sidewalk. It was calming. Good for her chaotic mind.
She didn't want to think about Scott's weird late onset of puberty or of Stile's conviction of Scott being a werewolf, or of Derek Hale especially.
Callie sighed and brushed her hair back. There she went again, thinking about Derek.
She let her eyes wander the classroom and randomly decided to pick up on the quiet kid's thoughts. They were always the most entertaining.
She tilted her eyes down to make sure no one would be able to see them glowing.

Who is that guy in the parking lot. Looks like a tool. Eh probably another drug dealer. Bet its steroids...

Callie's head jolted up. An image of Derek just zipped through the student's mind.
She looked out the window again. A strange panic coursing through her.
Derek Hale was standing by a tree. Icy blue eyes locked on her's.
Callie didn't know what to do but as if she wasn't in control of herself she asked to go to the restroom and left the class room.
Her feet took her to a gate on the edge of the school by one of the parking lots. Callie knew Derek was just around the corner.
As she got closer, he came out. Callie was holding her breath up until she was face to face with him. Only the gate kept them apart.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

Derek was quiet. Just looking over her soft face, light eyes, flowing hair.

"I don't know."

He was lying. Callie could have sworn she heard his thoughts and they said "To see you."

"That's not true. Don't lie to a psychic."

Callie clapped her hands over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that. She had been keeping that a secret from everyone but her best friends.
Why did she feel comfortable enough to let Derek, a total stranger, know.

"That makes a lot of sense. Now I know why you knew my name." he whispered.

"Is that all you came here for?"

"I guess..."

Callie was confused. She didn't find it weird at all that Derek would come to school to see her. She didn't find it weird that she was talking to him to intimately. She didn't find it weird at all that he was stroking her hair through the iron gate.

"Be careful. Things are going to get a dangerous on the full moon."

With that Derek looked deeply into her eyes and left.
Callie blinked in disbelief. What just happened? She held onto the bars of the gate. The wind twisted through her hair, tickling her cheeks.
Callie bit her lip, the way she always did when she was dealing with strong thoughts and emotions. The bell rang for classes to change and
a flood of students took over her quiet moment.

Once again Callie found herself walking onto the field to watch the lacrosse team practice. Stiles asked her specifically to pay attention to Scott.
She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important Stiles wasn't telling her. But everything seemed normal.
Well as normal as things could be since the first night in the woods. Callie sat on the bottom bleacher and set down her bag.
Stiles walked over to her, his eyes darting frantically. Callie gave him a puzzled expression and he rubbed his hand over his buzzed hair.

"Dude, morgue report came back. Guess what they found on the body?"

"Stiles just spit it out. You look like you're about to jump out of your skin!"

"Wolf hairs."

"Wait. There really was a wolf in the woods then? Then that really does mean Scott got bit."

"And that he's a werewolf..."

Callie felt like the air in her lungs had been knocked out. She slowly turned her head to stare at Scott as he weaved in and out of his team mates.
A new speed and agility came over him as he jumped over a player trying to block him from making the goal.

"Stiles. The full moon is Friday. And if all that research you made me do taught me anything its that werewolves shift with the full moon."

"Scott going to the party biggest party of the year with Allison! What if he kills people?!"

"We have to stop him. Make him cancel or something!"

Stiles shook his head and put his hands behind his neck. A look of worry covered his face. Callie put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
Both of them watched the rest of Scott's scrimmage, each wondering how does one go about telling a werewolf that he can't go out with
the girl of his dreams and is a ticking time bomb just waiting to kill people.

Friday rolled around and anxiety ate away at Callie's insides. Scott had seemed ok at school but when she tried to talk to him about his "condition"
he brushed her off saying how Stiles was saying the same thing. He was going to go out with Allison no matter what.

"Why are you trying to ruin the only good thing that's happened to me? I'm going out with a pretty girl that actually likes me back.
I don't care about this werewolf stuff! I was bit and nothing is different. Let me live a semi-freaking-normal life!" he snapped at her.

"Scott don't be like that. Just listen! We're only trying to look out for you. Being a werewolf isn't going to be easy, especially with your first full moon.
You're not going to be able to control yourself! Scott get back here! Scott!"

The boy stormed off down the hall as she called out to him. Callie groaned and punched her locker. Boys were so much work.
They thought girls were touchy. Well try dealing with a teen wolf and see how much you like it.
Stiles ran up to her a second later.

"What was that? Did you talk to him?"

"I tried to. He doesn't want to hear any of it. It probably doesn't help that tonight is the full moon!"

"I guess since we can't stop... Callie would like to go to possibly either the best or most horrifying party of the year with me?"

"Fine but only because you asked me politely."

Later that night, Stiles knocked on Callie's door to pick her up.

"Callie get the damn door! If it's for me say I don't have the money yet and to get the hell off my property!"

Callie winced at her dad's response. What kind of crap had he gotten himself into this time.
Throwing on her jacket and flicking her finger towards the window to close it, she dashed down the stairs.
Stiles was leaning in her door way and gave her a wink.

"Shall we go m'lady?"

"Bye Dad!" she shouted halfheartedly.

"Don't come back pregnant or I'll beat you to next week!"

Callie's demeanor dropped. She always gave her parents the benefit of a doubt to show that they loved her but it never ceased to fail.
Stiles put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. Callie hopped into the Jeep and rolled down the window.

"Is Scott already there?"

"Yup which means we need to hurry."

Stiles drove quickly through the streets to Mary Velasco's house. Cars lined the sidewalks and the sound of partying teenagers buzzed in the night air.
Callie waitied for a bit by the car. She hardly went to parties. It was either stay at home and draw or stay late at the dance studio because home didn't seem too good of an option. Heading to the front door, Callie pushed her way through dancing bodies and crowded rooms. The only thing in her mind was to find Scott. A wave of cool air washed over her as she found herself in the house's backyard. A now familiar tingle rose on her skin and she turned toward the gate leading out to the street. Derek stood there, staring at her with his blue eyes. Callie walked up to him and tilted her head.

"Aren't you a little old to be at high school parties?"

"There isn't an age limit to crashing parties."

"What are you doing here? You seem to be showing up a lot lately."

"Can't you just read my mind?"

Callie shook her head and laughed. "That takes a lot of effort and I happen to be very lazy."

Derek took her by the arm and led her to another corner of the yard.

"Dance with me."

"Uh why? I'm not much of a normal dancer. Ballet only."

"Ballet? Funny you don't look like a girly girl to me." Derek smirked.

"There's a lot you don't know about me so shut up."

Callie jumped slightly when Derek took her hands and put them on his neck and put his hands on her waist. Luckily for Callie he was scanning
the area so intently that he didn't see her blush. They swayed with the music for a while and Callie couldn't take her eyes off him.
Yes he was attractive. His jet black hair, rebellious scruff, stern expression, broad shoulders. Everything felt like it was carved out just for her.

"Where's Scott?" he said breaking the silence.

When he turned his head to look at her, Derek was surprised to see she was still looking at him. A certain curiosity and warmth was swimming in her
eyes. He wasn't used to this kind of attention. But he liked that it was coming from her.
Suddenly Callie pressed her face into his chest. Derek's heart sped up a little bit and his hands left their position for a moment.

"It's too crowded in here to look. Let me search it'll be easier." she mumbled against him.

Derek held her closer, using the chance to take her in. She was almost the perfect height, just tall enough to let him rest his chin on her head comfortably. Her dark hair was tinted maroon and it shown in the moonlight. The longer he rested his head on hers the more her scent intoxicated him.
How could she possibly be making him feel this way. Happy, content just to have her around, mad that he didn't get to be with her all the time, and like he had a purpose. He wanted to be close to her. He wanted to protect her. But Derek never felt that way about anyone, except his family.

Breaking the embrace Callie pushed Derek off of her. Her eyes were dimming from the glow of her abilities. Derek hadn't noticed them before
even though he was always staring at her eyes. She rubbed her temples for a bit and straightened up her hair.

"He's out front with Allison. Something's wrong though."

Derek grabbed Callie's hand in his and quickly went out to where she said Scott was. Stiles caught sight of them and chased after them, swimming against the current of bodies.

"Callie! Callie wait up!"

Stiles stumbled next to her and looked dumbfounded at Derek holding her hand. His mouth opened and closed like he was going to say something.
Derek glared at him and then all three of them looked at Scott. He was holding his sides and pained expression written all over his face.
Allison was trying to get near him but he kept his distance. Then all of the sudden he took off to his car and sped away.

"Oh no. Oh no! Callie he's shifting. I gotta go help him or at least keep him from killing someone. You stay here with Allison ok.
Stall her or I dont know!"

Stiles ran off to his Jeep before Callie could even think about what he just said to her.

"Stiles wait! How am I gonna get home?"

Callie scuffed her foot against the ground in annoyance. Allison stood just near her with look of utter confusion and disappointment.

"Allison, hey it's Callie. Um sorry Scott took off on you. He's uh having some stomach issues. Real bad cramps and stuff. It happens to him a lot
because he doesn't eat enough uh fiber. Too much junk food." Callie laughed nervously.

Callie concentrated on Allison's thoughts, hoping she would buy the excuse. Allison wasn't totally set on it but it would work for now.
Derek came up to the two girls and put on one of his most charming smiles.

"Hi, I'm a friend of Scott's. He asked me to take you two home."

Allison nodded and Callie just stared at him. She could sense there was some other motive for taking them home.
But she had used her abilities too much to search Derek's mind. His was more difficult than anyone else's.

The car ride home was quiet. Allison was dropped off first. She gave Callie her number and asked her to call her the next day.

"Sure thing. Good night." Callie smiled out the window.

Derek revved the engine and pulled out of the Argent's driveway. Neither of them said anything the rest of the way to Callie's house.
Callie was too busy worrying about Scott and Stiles. Was shifting always that painful? Is that why werewolves seem so angry and vicious
because of the pain?

A hand shook her shoulder and Callie realized they were outside her house. It took her a few seconds to move and unbuckle her seatbelt.
Just as she opened the door, Derek grabbed her hand.

"What you said back at the party. I don't know anything about you. But... I'd like to."

They stared into each other's eyes. Callie lost herself in his emotions. He was feeling so many things; happiness, curiosity, nervousness.
Callie swallowed and nodded.

"Alright. Come by the dance studio whenever. I work there and stay late a lot. Um thanks for the ride."

Derek rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb, savoring the last few moments he had with her.
Callie got out of the car and walked up to her front door. The same tingle she always felt when Derek was around her crept up her spine.
It hit her. The first night in the forest she felt the tingle. The first time she met Derek she had felt it again. The other time at school when Derek was at school looking for her the same tingle.

Derek was the one in the house. Derek was in the woods when the body was found. Derek could be the killer.