Somehow I knew. Sixteen and walking in the woods on my own? It was bound to happen. What I didn't expect was to see more.

Seven of them. I could tell thier scent from a mile away. I didn't expect to find a pack this far north. Then again rumors had been flying like crazy about the small town.

Beacon Hills. And the mysterious new True Alpha.

I inhaled the scent. Power radiated off him but something darker too. No not dark as in hungry and vicious but soft and opening. Worse I recognized a scent I knew too well. Grief.

I blinked summoning my own powerful eyes and gazed upon the gathering.

The True Alpha- brooding and full of sorrow.

His Beta not by blood but by choice also drowning in pain.

Another Beta not of his who had collapsed on the ground near a memorial. He didn't even bother to hide his grief sobbing openly.

An older werewolf who barely masked his pain with anger as he shook with rage.

Two girls who's scents I didn't recognize also holding onto eachother bracing against thier powerful emotions.

Another boy stood vigil apart from the collective oddly not as much sorrow but more guilt radiated off him in powerful waves. Even stranger he smelled human where the rest of the pack did not.

I blinked again knowing that whatever had called them out to this spot and the small memorial that was set up was powerful. I couldn't disrupt that. It wasn't my place. I would wait till tomorrow to discover who had become the True Alpha.


As much as I despised it, I enrolled in the high school. The rumors had said he was young, only a teenager, so I figured it was the best way to find him. I walked through, taking in the familiar scents of anxiety, stress and playful banter. I sensed his power and walked down a hall, stopping in surpise.

No, it couldn't be.

Scott McCall.

The dorky asthmatic who tripped over a lacrosse stick more then swinging it?

The boy with the awkward looking chin and big brown eyes?

The boy who I had crushed on in middle school?

He was the True Alpha?

I looked on him with my own eyes, confirming his powerful scent and aura. It was true, Scott was the True Alpha!

I turned away quickly as others joined him at his locker. I recognized Stiles in all his spastic glory and Lydia in her perfectly cut outfit. Keeping my back to them and sensing them, I confirmed Stiles was human, but Lydia was one of the girls I hadn't recognized. I cocked my ear to them, eavesdropping.

"I don't know, you think he came back for Aiden?" Stiles asked.

"No, we left Ducaelion go. he wouldn't risk it," Scott countered.

Ducaelion? I wondered, I had heard he disappeared after his humiliating defeat in Beacon Hills. There wasn't much known to how or why, but this solved one issue and brought up another. Scott hadn't killed him, he couldn't have been a True Alpha then. But how had Scott evaded the Demon Wolf of all people?

"Aiden was in his pack, he must feel something for him dying. Right? Derek said losing a member of your pack was like losing a limb." Stiles said.

"We weren't like that. not with all of us Alphas," A new voice joined.

I snuck a peek in a window reflection, recognizing that tall muscular Beta who was on his knees last night.

"Ethan, what are you doing here?" Lydia asked, concern in her voice.

"Whoever was there last night, I didn't recognize them. And I'm not leaving your side till I know your safe," Aiden snarled.

"It's Beacon Hills," Stiles shot back, "None of us are safe. Like ever! I mean hell with the Nemeton, who knows what'll be next!"

"You stress too much," Scott said.

"He just said he didn't recognize the scent. You know it's not a werewolf. What else could it be? I know, another mass murdering psycho!"

"No one is going to die. Not today," Lydia said.

"Thank you, see? Banshee prediction. Can't be that bad." Scott said.

I smiled to myself as I heard Stiles mutter incoherently and storm off. As the bell rang and the others left, I made sure to stay downwind in the hall. The last thing I needed was that Beta coming after me. He sounded protective, and dangerous.

As I doodled through the rest of the day's classes, I remembered what was said.

Lydia was a Banshee, no wonder I didn't know her scent. Although, now that I thought about it, she did have the sickly sour smell of a corpse clinging to her, regardless of the pound of perfume she wore.

The Nemeton, now that was an interesting title. I wondered if it was another name for the powerful center of energy that Beacon Hills rested upon. If that was what had drawn me here.

Aiden, the dead, I presumed that they held the memorial for and Ethan, someone he was extremely close with. They knew the Demon Wolf, they were Alphas. Somehow they had lost their status and now Ethan was left as a Beta.

I snapped my pen in half as the realization struck.

They were the Twins! A terrifying single beast made up of two werewolves! My God, I bit my lip, how the hell did someone kill one half of that monster?

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I walked out of the class, worrying about what I had gotten myself into. Hell, I still had no clue about the other two wolves and whoever that second girl was.

Just as I stepped into the hallway, I ran full force into, dropping my books and pens all over the floor. His scent flooded my nostrils and I glanced up to see a glimmer of red in his eyes.

"Roxanne?" Scott asked, shock in his voice as he accidentally inhaled my scent.