Elizabeth opens her locker and takes two-three books and notebooks that she might need for the next class. AP Biology. No, she is not going to that class. Biology is stupid, disgusting and boring. Too much to study, whole textbooks. It really isn't a pleasure, at least to her. Scott, on the other hand, wants to become a vet, work as Deaton the Second. Running through the halls to escape before the bell rings, she sees Lydia next to a girl. The girl seems to be terrorised by something on the spot. Elizabeth approaches them. "Hey, Lydia, who is she?"

Lydia forces a smile, raising one eyebrow to warn Elizabeth that the girl has a problem. "This... is Tracy."

"Hi. I am Elizabeth." She extends her hand to shake with the girl. But she stays frozen in her little universe of nightmares.

"Are you okay, Tracy?" Both girls ask at the same time, looking at each other. This girl is not okay.

Tracy blinks once or twice, then wakes up from the supposed trance. "Hhm."

Elizabeth looks at her wristwatch. "I have AP Biology and I am not going so I have to run before the bell rings. See you at lunch."

"Ok," Lydia answers, left with the terrorised girl.

The Beta weregirl speeds through the halls. Just a few more meters... Then something catches her eye. She stops, shifting her weight on one leg and with the back against a wall, focusing intensively on what is happening in the classroom.

The baby Beta-wolf.

Mr. Yukimura was trying to begin, except that Liam was still standing, looking around for another seat than the one right in front of him. Elizabeth feels that it has to do with the brunette whose seat is right next to his. She has a square face, small eyes, small nose, small mouth, big forehead big cheeks, big chin. The girl's face is a paradox. However, the reason why Liam doesn't want to sit next to her is other than the fact she wouldn't win a beauty pageant.

The weregirl that stands in the hall watching the scene, Elizabeth, was born with claws. In seventeen years, she over-learnt how to control claws or fangs from appearing when they shouldn't. But now, she can barely hide her were-features. Elizabeth wants to rip the girl's neck off with her teeth. This desire is family inheritance for the Hales. Yeah, she doesn't like Hayden Romero but she has to control herself. She looks at Liam and breathes deeply.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

"Liam, aren't you going to sit down?" Kira's father finally breaks the silence.

"Nope." Liam shakes his head.

"You are not going to stand there the whole class, are you?" Mr. Yukimura adds.

"Maybe?" The corners of Liam's mouth rise in a forced smile.

"The whole semester?"

"Maybe."

The teacher sighs. "Liam, please have a seat." And eventually the baby-wolf sits on that chair, next to Hayden Romero, his old (fourth grade) nemesis.

Elizabeth smiles to herself before preparing to get going. She knows that Liam has sensed her presence and has seen her. She turns to get going... but is stopped. "Elizabeth, it is nice to see you. Would you like to assist us today?" Mr. Yukimura says.

She smiles and steps back. 'No, I was just passing by."

"Don't you have now AP Biology with my daughter and Scott?" He asks and for a few seconds Elizabeth hates him.

"Actually, yes, but I wanted to go to the toilet," she lies.

He widens his eyes, totally not buying it. "In the other half of the school?"

She doesn't want to answer anymore. She only says: "I was planning on skipping it."

Mr. Yukimura sighs. "At least you are honest."

Elizabeth smiles then leaves, muttering a "Thank God!" to herself.


Theo Raeken. When they met him, he said he used to be friends with Scott and Stiles during fourth the grade. She doesn't remember him. She knew Stiles and Scott during fourth grade, she knew a Theo Raeken as well, but not that one. Elizabeth certainly does not want to be as paranoic as Stiles is. She would rather give him a chance. After all, who really remembers fourth grade, besides supposedly Stiles? But here she is, with Stiles and Liam, in the woods, following the new Beta-guy in the night in the woods surrounding Beacon Hills.

"I am not sure about this whole thing, Stiles," she tries to say, but the Stilinski boy is too focused on his plan. She turns to Liam.

Sensing she is eyeing him, he looks up from his phone's screen and nods. "Yeah, I think so too." She sighs, closing her eyes to blink. When she opens them, Liam is gone. Elizabeth looks around.

Left. Nothing.

Right. No Liam.

Behind. Nothing.

Forward. Nope.

Up. Actually impossible. So, it is down. Then, she notices a hole in the ground. The baby Beta-wolf is in the, covered in mud. "Need a hand?" She asks.

"It took you a bit to see me."

"Maybe. Or I wanted you to drop that stupid phone. And do not worry. Mud can sometimes do good to the skin". He laughs and jumps out of there himself. Then they follows Stiles who has departed from them already.

Minutes later, they are in some bushes looking at him standing on a bridge with a white lily in his hand. "Use your smell!" Stiles tells Liam, who is next to him.

"Well, he smells good. It is a nice fragrance." Whole the answer annoys Stiles, Elizabeth can't keep herself from laughing. She puts her hand over her mouth in hopes of not making a sound.

"Use your smell for detecting emotions and feelings, not the flavor of his shampoo!" Stiles adds.

Liam focuses. "He is sad. No, it is more than sadness. What is the word?"

Elizabeth focuses her smell too on the Raeken boy. She easily finds the answer to Liam's question. "Grief."

"Yes," Liam replies, nodding.

"What does this mean?" Stiles wonders. "Maybe it is about his..."

Elizabeth interrupts him. "Stilinski, he is grieving somebody. I am not going to stay here to spy on him, because you think he is the villain of this season of "We Have the Coolest Pack'. I am leaving." For a few seconds, Liam considers going with her. She is right. Dear Lord... when she isn't? But moving, he feels Stiles's hand on his shoulder. He stays.

But the Hale werewolf leaves. She is gone, out of his were-radar too soon. Her presence is gone too soon too. Even her smell is erased from that place. A shiver goes down his spine. It is like a bad feeling, but he knows that Elizabeth Hale is the strongest, the smartest and the most beautiful girl the Beta he has ever heard about.


She wakes up and sees a dark place. She feels like she is in a death-and-war-world-ii-themed Dexter's lab. Next to her, she is that terrorised girl from the afternoon. Her name is Tracy, if she remembers correctly. She wonders where she is and how did she get there. But before she can stand and search for the answers herself, the girl starts waking up.

Elizabeth hides herself in a closet that she finds open and waits. As Tracy stands, some dark figures approach her. They look like some kind of doctors from World War II. In dark leather clothes and with the great-grandpa of a gas mask on their face, the three-four men talk to her, pinning her down at the same time.

"You are not sleeping, Tracy," one of them utters when he hears her tell herself that it is not real.

'It cannot be more real', Elizabeth says to herself. Then he takes a syringe full of a brownish liquid and injects it into Tracy's neck. A second after the syringe is empty, Tracy's back arches backwards, her screams turning into roars, her teeth into fangs, her nails into claws, herself into some creature. Horrified, Elizabeth puts her hand over her mouth, afraid to make a sound. 'A syringe that can turn people into werewolves... A syringe that mirrors an Alpha bite. Oh Lord...'

Tracy passes out. But these dread doctors or whatever they are seem pleased by the result of the injection. "Now, where is the the Hale werewolf?" One of the asks. The start wandering in search of her.

'No. No. Please no! 'One of them opens the closet and greets Elizabeth like he is a friend of hers. No, he is not. Probably, he doesn't even know the term.