Derek wondered what could have possibly preceded the new omega. There were no signs. And yet, he knew that something was going to happen today. It was almost as if he could sense it. He kept running, shaking his head and stopping when he reached the clearing. It was a girl. He could smell that, but she had no pack scent. Je made himself visible, and almost snorted when Stiles was the first to realize he had appeared. He stood up a little straighter, crossing his arms to try to look more intimidating. The girl spun around slowly.

She was beautiful, in a glowing yet dark way. She was tan, but more olive than orange, and her wavy brunette hair hung just below her elbows. Her hazel eyes were staring at him, and as he stared, her bottom lip fit snugly beneath her teeth. He could hear her heart racing, but he was still in shock that a werewolf of her size had even managed to make it to Beacon Hills. He walked towards her slowly, his arms still crossed and his steps deliberate and measured. She ducked her head down, but stood her ground, and after taking a deep breath, looked him straight in the eye. He was a little taken aback, but continued his circle around her.

"What is your name?"

"Anya. Anya Khan."

"And what is your purpose in Beacon Hills?"

"To find a new pack and a peaceful life."

"Do you have a mate and or pups?"

Isaac, Stiles, and Scott began to protest, but were silenced when Derek raised his palm. Anya colored but stood firm. "I have neither," she began, "however I was the Token of my old pack."

Stiles, Isaac, and Scott looked at one another quizzically. Derek almost reeled in shock but pushed it aside. "I… I see. What are your reasons for escape?"

At this she looked at him incredibly. "What do you mean what are my reasons? I know you are a borne too, so please don't tell me you don't know what a Token is."

Derek raised an eyebrow, inwardly impressed with her anger and she flushed completely. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

He raised his hand once again. "I can provide you with a pack – mine – but you will have to swear allegiance."

She nodded gently, and he almost smiled. "Please meet me here at six tonight. We will start then. You are borne?"

"Yes." She replied, and Derek nodded. "As I thought. Your swearing will be different, but I promise an equal position."

She smiled in earnest, and bounced on her toes. "I'll do anything you want me to."

Derek motioned at the other, very confused three, and they walked towards him. Derek could literally smell their puzzlement and impatience, and he shook his head as Stiles nearly ran next to them to catch up.

"So… What's a-" Derek ran his fingers through his hair. It was going to be a long wait to six.