Stiles POV

"His name was Chris Young," Parrish said, approaching us with a pile of papers and a frown as he read them, "Says here he was out walking with his girlfriend May Harrison and they were attacked. Chris was found torn limb from limb just outside the city limits, and there are signs that he was running there, most likely away from something."

"Or someone," I finished his sentence. Parrish nodded grimly and turned the next page.

"But that's not it. May Harrison's body was found in the same clearing as he was. There was blood coming from her ears and eyes and she was sitting cross-legged against the roots. All of the evidence says that she killed herself and her boyfriend."

"And?" Malia asked, sensing the unease in the deputy's voice.

"But the slit throat was hours old. May sat against the tree half an hour after she died. Nothing moved her, there was no sign of any other life form. May went there herself, killed Sam for sure, judging from the knife she had and the wounds to Chris' head, but she was dead when she did it."

"Do... Do you think it was a werewolf?" Liam asked.

"Actually," Scott frowned, "I don't know if a wolf would bother to set the bodies out. Or provide a bloody knife. This is something different. Kanima maybe, if the master was a little more sadistic," I grimaced and suppressed a shiver, thinking of Jackson, "Banshee or Kitsune possibly. But..."

"What if it's the Nogitsune again," Kira finished for him sadly. Scott and Lydia's eyes flicked in my direction, and I bowed my head a little. Malia put a hand on my shoulder and leaned against me slightly, while Liam looked sympathetic.

"That's probably the most likely," I said shortly.

"We can... We can deal with it later, right?" Scott turned to look at everyone. Parrish nodded and turned to go back to the scene while everyone else paused for a second.

"Keep an ear out tonight," Scott said, "Just in case something's after the supernaturals... again."


Senior year.

Seeeenior year.

Senior Yeah.

Senor Yar.

What?

I shook my head when I almost ran into the door. Grumbling about how musical instruments mess up Mondays, I moved towards my seat, Scott, Malia, Lydia and Kira following up behind me. We sat down and faced each other, picking up a conversation about, for some weird reason, screwdrivers. My attention was diverted to the front of the room, however, when a familiar substitute teacher placed his things on the desk.

"Class," he called irritably, "Settle down. As you know, I'm Mr Johnson, and I'm taking over your-"

"Incorrect," a voice came from the doorway.

Immediately all heads snapped towards the doorway. A young woman, maybe mid-twenties, strode into the room, dumping an old backpack onto the desk next to Mr Young's stuff. He looked at her, scandalised, and she shrugged, turning to us.

"There was a mix-up, Mr Young is meant to be on the other side of the school right now instead of in Classroom 3A," at this Mr Young paled and we laughed as he took up his stuff and hurried from the room, "I'm the new English teacher because Ms Blake was a psycho. Just kidding, she left because she hates you all," the mystery teacher shrugged and continued talking when we finished laughing, "Alright, I'm Ms Redwood. But only call me that if you have to, understand? Ugh, I hate my last name, it makes me feel like my mother and she's a lawyer. I hate lawyers."

Ms Redwood moved around and sat on the front of her desk, smiling easily, "My name's Jane, but call me Jay. I'm twenty-nine years old and I'm here because of my excellence in everything. Kidding, I got a degree. I have actually practiced as a freelance stunt woman, dancer, those kinds of things, but I'm an English teacher now because I felt the need to get a major in the subject. I'm good like that."

I raised an eyebrow at Scott who grinned and shrugged, turning to the teacher that I actually liked for once.

"Alright, this year is just going to be a bit iggldy-piggldy, because I didn't get that much notice before I had to haul my butt here. I have no idea what I'm gonna make you do or say or write or whatever, so just bear with me. English was my very existence in high school and now I'm training to be a doctor as well. Whew, my life's busy."

Ms Redwood smiled crookedly.

"Okay, Principal says give you some info, I don't know why, but I ain't going against the boss no matter how very amazing I am. I'm from Australia, that's fun, um... I like cheesecake. If someone can come in after class and tell me where to find the best cheesecake, that would be great and I'll bring in garlic bread or something tomorrow. Alright!"

She shot up and walked to the front, taking up the chalk and scoffing at it.

"Americans still use chalkboards?" she said, shaking her head as she lifted it up, "Alright. This is how you spell my name."

I almost laughed.

Jayn Redwood.
Your superior 'Cause I'm cool as.
Don't listen to me when I say it's easy.
I'm screwing with you.

She turned and gave us incredulous looks.

"Well?" she asked confusedly, "You gonna copy it down?"

We laughed again, copying her weird little series of lines down into the front of our books as she grinned. She took out a roll and started checking off the names.

"Alright... Uh, Greenberg?"

"Yeah."

"Coach hates you. MCall?"

"Here."

"Nice tat. Alright, Farrah?"

"Here."

"Oi, eyes up here. Tate."

"Uh... Present?"

"I can see that. Alright, uh... McCall?"

"You already called me, Miss."

"So you were paying attention. I'm just reading this in a random order. Uh, now Dickson?"

"He's away miss."

"Lazy little git. Bet he's fat."

"He's on the Lacrosse Team, Miss."

"Pfft, so are you, but you're at school. Being on the team doesn't make you fit, kids. Alright..."

She continued in this fashion, and there was a lot of chuckling and exclamations. Every time she either complimented or insulted someone, and everyone thought it was hilarious. Yeah, I definitely like this teacher. She's better than Harris was. But even good teachers can turn out to be evil dark druids after power so they can kill everyone, as Ms Blake proved. So I was kind of doubtful. I was pulled from my musings when Ms Redwood clapped her hands, rubbing them together.

"Now push the desks and chairs to the sides of the room," she grinned evilly, "This is gonna be easy."

I paled. I really hoped she was joking before. And apparently she wasn't.

"Alright stand in a circle, it's circle time, come on, circle time. I used to love circle time, it was great. Loved it. Alright, now sit back down, peasants."

I looked at Malia on my right and Scott on my left, and both shrugged. The class, murmuring and giggling, slowly formed a circle, sinking to the floor next to friends and stuff. Ms Redwood promptly cut in on Malia's other side and plopped down, stretching her legs out in front of her.

"McCall!"

Scott jumped a little, looking innocently at Ms Redwood, who grinned evilly again, "I understand you were studying Heart of Darkness?"

"Uh... Yes."

"Alright. Mind summing that up?"

Scott was speechless for a second, and I almost snickered. His words were halting and he paused a lot, but he did get it pretty good.

Let nobody ever say he's dumb.

"Goody! Yukimura, what is your favourite book? Magazine? Whatever?"

"Harry Potter?"

"Sick. Why don't you sum up book four for me?"

And so we continued, everyone being forced to sum up various books and recite as many lines as they could remember from a particular passage. Ms Redwood whenever someone let go of someone else's hands, gave us ten seconds to

"Ain't much to say when you're satisfied with your existence, you'll find. Alright, I don't know what your next class it, but right now it's time to eat. Now go run, be free. Goodbye."

We laughed as we moved the tables back and left the room. I couldn't help but flip a look back over my shoulder as I reached the door, one of the last, and Ms Redwood was leaning against her desk, pinching the bridge of her nose and scrunching up her face a little. I couldn't glance again after Scott and Malia pulled me from the area.

And smack dab into someone who went crashing to the floor.

The girl gasped and stood up, collecting her things and grabbing the brown paper bag from where it had fallen. Scott and I reached down to help her, grabbing a couple of books each and standing to pass them to her. She smiled apologetically.

"Sorry," she said, "I should have been watching where I was going."

"It's fine," Scott smiled, "I'm Scott McCall, this is Stiles and Malia." He extended a hand, which the girl took.

"Riley," she said, "Riley Redwood."

"You're Ms Redwood's sister?" I asked her curiously.

"Yeah. I know, shocker, huh?"

Not really. She had a scarily similar face, though her rich ebony eyes were a little bigger and her hair was longer, falling to mid-back instead of shoulders in their thick curls. Riley was built slimmer than Jayn, and she wasn't as tanned, but she held the same quiet, subtle strength. Riley smiled a little and I noticed that she held a box with two cups of coffee in it in one hand. It clicked.

"You're bringing her lunch?" I asked her.

"Yeah," Riley smiled a little, "I gotta talk to her anyway apparently. I should go, so..."

"Yeah," Malia said, "Totally. Later?"

"Later," Riley confirmed. I stepped out of the way, and as she passed I noticed Scott and Malia sniffing. I took a quiet breath of my own.

The smell of pine and cinnamon followed the girl into the room, and I turned away, following Scott and Malia to the cafeteria.

A/N Alright, here's part two. I am trying to take this on. My OC character will be involved with the pack, and yes, Derek's gonna be here eventually. Scira, Stalia, And Lydia's got a budding romance with Paaaarrish. However Riley will be forever alone and have a hopefully decent back story. Ups and downs and yes, Jayn and Riley will be involved. I might kill someone violently, however... again. Until next time, readers. Please review, that would be awesome.

Sid