Hey again. Since I already had the second chapter ready I thought I should upload it already. BUT, I shall not upload the third chapter until I get some reviews, maybe I suck at this and it isn't worth it. Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Violet woke up with half of her body on the floor and the other half still hanging on the bed, feeling sore all over. She has intensified her training yesterday and it had a bad outcome on her body.

She slowly and carefully stood up taking her a while for the room to stop spinning. Violet was a bad-mornings person and always woke up with strong headaches. She went to the bathroom and started her morning routine. Get in the shower, while showering brush her teeth. Then go downstairs and make her breakfast. After eating her breakfast pop two pills to ease her headache and go upstairs to get dressed. After finishing that, she had to turn on the sprinklers to water the garden and feed her 3 dogs. 'I'm such a hypocrite.' she thought. She hated werewolves but still loved dogs. Even though she loved her kind a lot more and had lots of those around the house, she still loved dogs. They were great companions for someone who will be spending around five years living alone and waiting for her mother and brother to come back.

When ready, she sat in her black, over-priced, Bentley Continental GT (Yes, Violet Felis was a Bentley lover. I mean, who isn't?) and drove off to Beacon Hills High. As she parked her car, on an isolated corner of the school's parking lot, she remembered that only 3 days ago, on Friday, Scott was eyeing her like she was some sort of piece exposed in a museum. Observing her and trying to figure her out. She then laughed to herself at how confused he was when she glared at him.

But it came back to bite her in the ass 'Oh the irony', she thought, when Scott brought Derek to school with him and was pointing at her.

"Well fan-fucking-tastic!" She said to herself, probably loud enough because Derek looked at her and smirked at her reaction.

'This is just great!' she thought. Violet sighed and continued her train of thought 'I'll just mix with that crowd of douches and with a lot of luck slide by…' she hoped.

But there was nothing she could do anymore. Derek knew what she was the moment she passed by them in her car with her windows open. He knew the only thing that could smell like that. He had read about it in his mother's books and remembered it, since it's characteristics were particularly rare. What he didn't understand was how could it be possible. Her kind was supposed to be extinct over a hundred years ago.

He ran after her. When she felt him move she quickly dodged the crowd of rude students and ran away. She ran to the woods. Only after a few minutes she realized that it wasn't a good idea because he knew that they trained in them. So she made a quick detour and ran for her house. She was certain that he wouldn't be able to follow her there because she was faster and the road she took had a lot of turns and twists and some traps settled.

When she arrived home she locked herself in the house. Brought the dogs in and locked every window and door she could so that the wolf, if by chance he could keep up with her and not get caught in the traps, wanted to come in.

She was terrified. Panic took over when the remote possibility of Derek figuring out who she was crossed her head. Violet knew that if Derek knew, the hunters would soon find out. She was her mother's last hope. If her baby-brother couldn't adapt to their lifestyle and die, her mother would be left alone. She could always have another kid but the birth of her kind is extremely painful and excruciating than a human's or even wolf's. She didn't want to get killed by the hunters so Violet only had one option. Kill Derek.

She was faster, stronger, smarter, more agile and to top all that, they were in her territory. She could easily kill him or at least badly injure him. She was ready. Violet Files has spent all her life training and fighting. It was her obligation and only way to survive. As being the last two of her kind, and staying hidden for such a long time she had already accepted that no one could jeopardize that. Not even an alpha with a young and absent-minded pack.

She sat on the floor of her house, leaning against the front door listening to her surroundings. The teen could pick up everything. The birds singing, the wind blowing making the leaves move, the rabbits jumping around, if she concentrated enough she could hear people laughing from far far away. For a moment there she felt lucky that her house was in the part of the woods that Derek's pack didn't know about. They never came close to this place and she was happy that that would make his search more difficult.

After 20 minutes of sitting and listening she started to relax thinking that he got caught up in one of her traps or lost his way. Violet started to get up from the floor and in that exact moment she caught Derek's footsteps on her garden. "He's here." she stated.