The group followed the alpha into the house, a long with a few people from the crowd.
The inside of the house looked very cozy, and there were pictures and paintings lining the walls.
There were stairs to the right, a few doors to the left, and a hallway in the middle which the group followed to a large living room.
"Just make yourselves at home." The pack's leader said, as he sat down on a recliner in front of a large fireplace.
Peter and Derek sat on a couch, and Scott sat alone on a loveseat across from them.
"Do you want any drinks? Food? Anything?" The man asked, and when the three said no he continued, "I realize that I never told you my name. I'm Joseph Frey, and this," he motioned to the others in the room, "is the Frey family wolf pack."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Scott, and that is Peter and Derek." The Hales nodded in turn as Scott pointed to them.
"Nice to meet you all, and if you don't mind me saying, you seem a little young to be an Alpha, especially when your betas are older than you."
Peter scoffed, "He's not our alpha. In fact, I'm his."
The man looked confused as Derek explained, "This is my uncle, and we're both born wolves. He went crazy a few years ago after a hunter set a fire killed our family, and he became the alpha and killed my sister before turning Scott here, but we killed him and I became an alpha a little while later but had to give that up to save my other sister. Peter came back to back life and a bit after that and somewhere in there Deucalion brought his alpha pack to Beacon Hills, where we live, and tried to kill my pack, and we found out that Scott was a true alpha, and now he has a beta named Liam."
The man looked only slightly less confused, and asked, "So how exactly is Deucalion your friend?"
"Well, we've kind of sorted things out with him, but we're not really close. He's just helping us with Kyle."
"Oh. Well, a bit of backstory on us, you know, to kill time: We are originally from Texas, but moved out here because of hunters and people trying to take advantage of my daughter's power, and we've lived here for about fifteen or sixteen years. I don't know if you could tell or not, but not many of us here are actually Mexican."
"Yeah, I was wondering about that, but I wasn't going to say anything." Scott laughed, before the small group heard the door open and close.
"Speaking of my daughter, there she is," Joseph said, looking toward the hallway that led to the front door.
"Dad," came a feminine and assertive voice, to which Joseph replied, "Come in here, we've got company."
The three wolves from across the border turned and looked down the hallway, and watched as a young woman entered the room.
She was average height, had long, straight black hair, and had grayish blue eyes.
When she entered the room, Derek's head whipped around as he met her gaze, but no one but her noticed this as she started speaking.
"Who are these people, and why is that one in my seat?"
Scott started to stand as she pointed at him, but her father just laughed and said to him, "Sit back down, she's just messing with you."
The woman glared at both Scott and her father, but then smiled. "He's right, never sat there in my life."
She walked out of the room, and her father yelled at her.
"Cassidy! These people want to talk to you."
"Well tell 'these people' that I can't come to the phone right now!"
"Cassidy!"
"Dad!"
"Cassidy!"
"JOSEPH!"
"CASSIDY!"
The girl stormed back into the room, and threw a loaf of bread at her father.
"I am TRYING to make FOOD!" She yelled before looking at the visitors.
"You guys don't mind right, I'm just gonna keep myself from starving of that's alright with you." She added sarcastically, before she turned to leave again, presumably to head back into the kitchen.
"Cassidy!" Her father yelled, and she pivoted to glare at him again and growled, "WHAT!?"
"It's about Kyle."
