After finishing the first day, I was happy to be still alive. On the other hand I had to face Dereck again, and, well, I wasn't really looking forward to that.

While walking out of the school, I felt two pairs of eyes looking at me again. I pressed my lips together and turned around, seeing the twins staring at me from a far. Without hesitating, I lifted my hand, waving at them. Both of them seemed surprised, as if they didn't expect me to be brave like this. Jesus, I wasn't scared of them. If they tried to kill me, they'd be dead in a second. I am good like that.

"You shouldn't do that, they are trouble", I heard a voice behind me and turned around. I looked into a girls face, brown eyes, light brown, short hair. A smile, which light up my day the second I saw it. Lydia was standing next to her, but her eyes were set on something behind me. Without having to take look, I knew that she was having a special kind of eye-contact with one of the brothers. Probably the straight one. Hopefully.

"Thank you, but I know that", I replied, frowning and crossing my arms over my chest. What did this girl want?

"Well, alright. I'm Allison, we have the same English class. Also chemistry and maths", She grinned at me, but I kept my face straight.

"And why exactly do I care?", I wanted to know, making her face turn in surprise.

"Well-", she started but someone interrupted her.

"Because you're going to hang out with us!", it was Scott, showing up behind the girls. Next to him was Stiles and I felt this weird need to be close to him again. Jesus, could this please just go away?

"Hanging out with you... alright. Who gave you that idea?", I raised my brows, trying to keep my eyes locked on Scott. I also tried to make out what each one of them was feeling, what brought me to the knowledge, that not just Scott, but also Allison had a strong weakness for, well, each other.

"Dereck said you could need some friends. And since you are our age and kind of in the same position, as we are-", I burst out in laughter, making Scott shut up. When I was done, I looked at Scott and smirked.

"In the same position? I'm sorry, but I don't remember being, either a werwolf hunter, being in love with a werwolf, a human stuck in the middle of a lot of supernatural crap or someone with an ability no one can understand", I looked at all of them, one by one, took in their shocked faces and laughed when my eyes reached Scott again.

"Not to mention that I'm definitely not like you, Scott McCall. I am not keeping secrets from my friends and family, just because I'm scared what their reaction might look like. Mostly because I don't have a family or true friends anymore, but that's another story", I pinched my eyes together and saw how the vain on Scotts neck started to throb.

"Why are you like this?", Allisons eyes were widened and I could read in them that she wasn't sure how to react to my behavior.

"Because I'm not like you, I have never been and I will never be like you. So please, just do yourselves a favor, and leave me alone", without hesitating any longer, I turned around and walked away.

Right, so you may wonder now, why, in the name of god, I reject contact to people my age. Well, obviously I would only be the fifth wheel, and that's not exactly the position I want to be in. Allison and Scott are obviously in love with each other, even a blind man could see that. And please, don't make me go on about Stiles and Lydia. The fact that the first guy I've had this strange feeling for in years, is in love with another girl just makes me want to vomit right here.

Plus, they all seemed to have other, really personal issues going on in which I also didn't really want to be involved. I made my way out of the schools ground and walked across the street, trying to ignore the voices, going on in my head. Scott and his crew were talking and I could hear them.

"She is a bitch, clearly", Allison. Wow, thanks girl.

"Allison, please. I know, she wasn't being the most friendly person right now, but you need to understand, she is... she is just stressed out", Scott tried to protect me, how sweet.

"Why do you protect her, Scott? Have you met her before?", Lydia. At least I guessed so.

"No, I haven't. But something about her just feels like... you know, as if I did meet her before", His gaze burned on the back of my head. I stopped walking, knowing that he would know I was listening.

"Well, whatever that is, I'm not willing to be a friend to someone, who doesn't want me to be", Allisons footsteps were loud and clear, as she walked away with Lydia. I just continued staying where I was, listening to Scott and Stiles breathing.

"If you want us to join you, don't move", Scott insisted, and I knew he meant me. Something inside of me screamed, said that I should keep walking. Another part, wanted to be with Scott and Stiles now, at least to try out this "friends" thing.

A few moments later, both boys were standing beside me and I bit my lip, being a little nervous about this.

"I'm glad you stayed", Scott smiled at me. The smile touched his eyes, letting me know that he was honest. I nodded and we started walking towards the parking lot.

"Where are we going?", I asked as I watched Stiles go to a Jeep. It looked like it had been used for years, but something about this car made me feel really comfortable.

"Where ever you want to go", Stiles eyes met mine so fast that I wasn't really able to cope with it. I gasped and gulped right afterward, trying to find a balance. But something about this boy, damn, he just made me feel like there was nothing I could do, to just turn away from him. Not even the fact that he was in love with Lydia. I hated my abilities sometimes. Knowing what other people felt and thought was not just a good thing. Sometimes I knew stuff that I wasn't supposed to know, that I didn't even want to know. This one was absolutely one of those things.

I smiled and got into the Jeep, getting myself comfortable in the backseat. It smelled like peppermint and a really nice aftershave. I wondered if it was Stiles aftershave.

"So, any idea, where you want to go?", Scott turned around to me and I shrugged.

"To be honest, I'm a little hungry. So maybe we could grab a bite to eat?", I scratched my ear, hoping my idea wasn't too boring for the boys who were always looking for an adventure.

"Sounds good, I'm hungry, too", Stiles started the car, while Scott laughed.

"That's because you're always hungry, dude", he said, while leaning back in his seat and playing with his seat belt.

"Man, that's not true!", Stiles protested, while driving backwards out of the parking lot and onto the street. I smiled to myself, while listening to their conversation. They seemed nice and I kind of got this strange feeling under control.

I slowly leaned back and looked out of the window. Suddenly I felt someone looking at me, but this time it wasn't just a normal look, it was as if someone was really watching me. With almost no real movements, I turned my head to the left and saw a pair of red eyes, staring right into mine. A scream was forming in my throat, but I was able to hold it back.

I kept my eyes on the red ones, it was an alpha, an alpha I didn't know. I didn't want to know. It seemed like Scott noticed my silence, I guess he asked me something a long while ago and I was just staring at the point the red eyes had just been at.

"Everything okay?", he asked, frowning at me. I nodded, slowly and careful, while looking at him.

"How many alphas are there?", I asked and felt a huge knot in my throat coming up.

Scott exchanged a look with Stiles, before turning back to me. "There are enough", he answered and I almost gasped again.

"Enough? I want a number, Scott!", I frowned now, too. Scott sighed and pulled his hand through his hair.

"There are four alphas, two of them can build one enormous one", Scott explained. Now I did gasp.

"The twins, the ones in english, Allison told me they're trouble. I just didn't think they were a part of the pack", I pressed my lips together and tried to understand, what was going on.

"Yeah. That's what we need you for, Valerie. You're our only hope", Scotts voice was soft and yet it felt like he was threatening me.

"I don't get it. Why am I your only hope? Scott, I haven't turned in years. Yes, I might have reflexes that are better, than others, but I'm not in control, when I'm turned", I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Telling them that I hadn't turned in years was hard, something I hadn't even told Dereck, yet.

"Wait, you haven't turned in years? But what about fullmoons?", Stiles was obviously confused. I understood and cleared my throat.

"My dad was a werwolf, you know. But my mum was, well, kind of a witch", I explained and waited for a reaction.

"Oh my god, like a really witch? Can you... can you do magic?", Stiles eyes widened and he turned around to me, after stopping at a traffic light.

I shook my head and laughed a bit. "No, at least not really. I have all the werwolf reflexes, but I don't have to turn. Ever. I can, if I want to. But because of the fact that I haven't really turned often, I can't control myself, when I turn", I continued and looked into Stiles beautiful brown eyes. Quickly I brought my eyes to Scotts, which did not make me feel like freaking seventh heaven.

"Does Dereck now?", Scott asked, quietly. I shook my head, leaving that my only answer. Scott sighed and closed his eyes. "Great. He will be happy", he murmured and his hand, once again, pulled through his hair.

"I'm sorry, really. Because of that I don't think I'm a good choice as a weapon", even though I wasn't willing to help, anyways, I still felt like not being able to, was even worse. Not helping, but being able to, yeah, that would be something I could work with. Right now I just felt useless and helpless.

"We will find a way, Valerie. I promise you, you wont be worthless in this war", by the way Scott said this, I knew that he was serious. I just didn't know if I wanted him to be.