Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay with chapters, guys. I've been really busy lately and have had hardly any spare time. This chapter is a little...boring. Stick with it though, guys, I have something planned to happen over the next few chapters.

The full moon was only one, short week away. Though, it didn't really matter to me. I'd fully came into control of the werewolf side of me so now the lunar cycle didn't have much of a hold on that part of me anymore.

I still kept track though, just as a precaution. Never hurts to be too careful, right?

On my way to school for the next three mornings after my first day, Isaac insisted on walking with me. I didn't really understand why he did that. I appreciated it though. Obviously I wasn't that good at making friends so I was happy for him to kind of stalk me. That's a really odd thought but it felt like he was more protective over me than creepy.

At lunch, I would hang out with him and the other pack members. It was uncomfortable; they all questioned me like I was a suspected serial killer or something. Scott was the one who seemed the most uncomfortable with me though.

It was odd how there were also three humans that hung around with them. There was Alison Argent, who I learned had an ancestry of werewolf hunters. She made me on edge the whole time I was around her. It was as if she was just waiting for the right moment to strike.

Then there was Lydia Martin; typical popular girl, though probably a little nicer.

Stiles made up the third. I think he understood how uncomfortable I got with the questions so he always tried to lighten the mood with a joke or a smile. Typically, his jokes made me smile too- even though I wasn't usually one for jokes.

I really couldn't understand why Derek had left. This seemed like a good pack, a nice pack. Why would he leave them behind like he had?

Okay, maybe the twins were a little...scary at times. But only one of them ever seemed to show up at lunch. I often saw the other hanging around with one of the other guys. They made such a sweet couple, I found it hard to find him scary at those points.

There had been no sign of my old pack, which made me pretty relieved. I hoped they'd just give in and it seemed they had.

School was getting difficult for me. I hadn't stuck in with my studies in my time away from Beacon Hills so I seemed to have little more than a twelve-year-old skill level in the more academic subjects such as Math and Chemistry. Stiles offered to help me out with my some revision for the small test that was coming up shortly in Chemistry. I agreed, but only because I knew I needed the help.

After school, I waited for him next to his jeep. I watched him make his way out of the school in the reflection in the paintwork. When he spotted me, his face broke into a grin. His smile always made me want to smile too, almost as if it were infectious.

"Hey," he greeted as he unlocked the doors and opened mine for me.

"Thanks" I mumbled as I slipped inside. The door thudded as he closed it and walked around to the driver's side. I took those few moments to try and settle myself. Stiles was trustful, why was I feeling so nervous? Maybe it was because I hadn't been in a car since... since I left.

The engine roared to life after a few moments, jerking me out of my thoughts. The human next to me pulled the car away from the school.

"So, which topics do you think you need help with?" Stiles asked.

I bit my lip softly, thinking back to the earlier lessons. "Acids and alkalies, alcohols, esters..."

"So basically the whole unit?" Stiles laughed. "I guess I'll try my best but, be warned, I'm not an A+ student myself."

I smiled at him. "I'm sure you're far better than I am, though."

Stiles just shrugged and I knew he agreed with me.

The rest of the car journey was spent with Stiles chattering on about multiple subjects. The amount that guy could talk amused me, though I zoned out after a while- my gaze moving onto things outside of the jeep.

We pulled into the driveway of a small-ish house and Stiles hopped out as I opened my door, hurrying to hold it open for me. I smiled at him and he grinned back.

"Welcome to casa de Stilinski," he told me, indicating the house. He closed my door behind me and moved onto the porch to open the front door of the house. I followed silently.