"Stefan, I have to leave."

"Where will you go?"

"Anywhere but here."

I replay that conversation in my head so many times. He was so angry, which I understand. However, I had to leave, and I hope that he'll eventually understand. The last part was true, I would go anywhere, just so long that it wasn't a place my mom and I haven't been to. Fortunately, the Salvatores own many houses across the globe.

"Well, at least live in one of my houses."

"What do you mean?"

"Caroline, I had to have lived in other places over the years."

"Show me them."

Beacon Hills. When he showed me the house he possessed there, I felt attracted, drawn to it.

The house I'll end up living in is cozy, in the woods so I have privacy, and new.

"Stefan, this house is new."

"I know Caroline."

"Why do you own it?"

"People will realize we don't age, so I bought it for my next move."

"Oh."

Eventually, a sign greets me with 'Welcome to Beacon Hills', and I sigh with relief. It's night time right now, so I don't get a good look of the town as I drive through it. I do notice many small businesses as well as the high school where I will attend.

As I approach the woods, my heart skips a beat when I hear a howl. After almost being killed by a werewolf bite, I have developed a slight fear of wolves. Just my luck, I live in a forest that apparently has them. My car swerves when multiple howls follow in response. Great, not just one, but a pack of wolves are here.

Eventually, I find my way over to my house with the help of Google Maps. The nearest house is half a mile away, so I have complete privacy; which will allow me to hunt animals without being caught. It's white, with black shutters and a red door. Pretty, and with no memories- just what I want.

I make my way inside. Luckily, I had called the moving company and all my new furniture has been moved in. The walls are white in every room, ready for a brush to grace them. I remember seeing a Home Depot on my way over here, so I decide to head over after school tomorrow. The stairs lead into my large room, containing a queen sized bed in it. One wall has two doors that lead onto a balcony. The view is stunning, I live near a pond that has a whole ecosystem revolving around it.

After my tour of the house, I start feeling famished. It's been a day since my last meal. Heading outside, I start jogging, so in case someone does see me, I don't look weird. I don't find anything what I want, so I venture outside of my property. I see multiple squirrels, but a girl has to have some standards, plus they remind me of Damon's endless teasing of Stefan.

Time passes, and I still have had no luck. I almost go after a squirrel, but a vaguely familiar smell makes me stop. The base of smell is...werewolf. My pulse starts to quicken, but something seems off. It has a twist to it, like whatever left the smell is not entirely werewolf, or maybe a different breed? I decide to go the opposite way, I can find out whatever it is later, when I'm not hungry.

A few squirrels later I come upon a house that is being demolished. No one is currently there, but I can still see part of the house. It looks burned, so a fire probably destroyed it. A branch snapping takes me out of my deep thought and I look behind me. A man is standing there, anger set across his face. It looks like he is always scowling. This must be the person who used to live here.

"You're on private property," his gruff voice states.

"Sorry, I didn't know." The truth, but he doesn't seemed to buy it. His glare intensifies and I feel my heartbeat increase. This man better not be an ax murderer, that would just be great.

"I don't believe you." I guess I was right.

"Look, I just moved here and I was jogging when I stumbled upon here right before you found me."

"Leave."

I do. When I pass by him, I smell the scent that I discovered earlier. My heartbeat skips a beat, but I keep a good poker face and don't look back as I jog away. That man was not human.

When I wake up the following morning, I replay last night's events. I met what I can only guess to be a new species, close to a werewolf, but yet different. Only I would move from one supernatural town to another. He must have been the cause of the howl. Then I freeze, there were multiple howls in response. That means...that there is a whole pack of these sort-of werewolves.

Forgetting about last night, I drive over to the school. It looks nice, and the principal seems to be friendly. He said that Stiles- what is that?- would be giving me the tour. The man in question appears. He is about to greet me when he trips and falls on his face. Getting right back up, his face has been engulfed by a blush. He's pale, and is covered by moles- cute in a nerdy way.

"Hey, I'm Stiles. Don't ask, it's a nickname and my real name is almost impossible to pronounce. I'll be your tour guide for today," he says in a hurried tone. I wonder if he's a rambler or just out of breath from the fall he just took.

"I'm Caroline."

"Not much of a talker, are you? Well that's okay, I've been told I talk way too much so I'll fills the void." Yep, definitely a rambler. "Can I see your schedule, so I can lead you to your first class?"

I hand it to him, knowing all of my classes. All are AP, that way I can be kept busy and not think about...sad things. When Stiles sees, he whistles. "Damn! Lydia has competition this year, are you really smart, or incredibly dumb?"

"I need to be busy this year, and I was number one in my class last year." Kind- of true, I do need to be busy, but I was number one two years ago when I graduated high school.

"Well, don't think you're going to bump me down to number three, it's already bad enough that Lydia is beating me, I don't need another pretty girl to be smarter. Oh my God, I just..." His blush deepens. "Um...this is your first class. I'm also in it, so I'll introduce you to some of my friends."

As we walk into my AP Government class, I notice the scent lingering in the air, but the man isn't here. Ignoring it for now, I let Stiles lead me to his friends.

"Hey guys, this is the new girl, Caroline." His friends look up, assessing me. There's a redhead, a puppy looking kid, a blonde with curls, and a girl with black hair. I soon find out that their names are Lydia, Scott, Isaac, and Allison.

The sort of werewolf scent is stronger here, and when I accidentally bump into Scott, I realize it's emanating from him. He smells me too, and his brows furrow.

Scott McCall is a werewolf.

He is also glaring at me.