dRiley leans against the front desk as he waited for the superintendent to arrive. Riley already had his schedule, but apparently he needed the superintendent to walk him to class. The thought made Riley roll his eyes. He wasn't a little kid. He could find his way to class without any problem. "Hello, Helen, can I have Allison Argent schedule?" Riley froze as he heard that name. Argent. His eyes flickered around, but the only person in the room with them was the superintendent, who was a tall thin black man. He was dressed in a simple suit and rather shiny shoes. Riley wrinkles his nose up at the sight.
"Here you go, sir. This is Riley Ha-"
"Hood." Riley corrects. "Riley Hood. I just transferred."
"Oh, wonderful. Let me see your schedule." Riley hands it over. "You have English right now, perfect, so does Miss. Argent." Riley swore a lot of colorful words in his head. He knew the threat of Argents could be around any corner, but he never thought they'd be going to school with him. "If you'll follow me then we can pick up Miss. Argent and head to class."
"Sure." Riley mutters, keeping his head down as the man leads him out of the office and down the hall. His thoughts were running a mile a minute. He hated the Argents with a burning passion. It wasn't fear that froze him, no he wants the Argents to come to him, it's anger that freezes him. The need to let his wolf take over and rip the stupid family apart and anyone else that gets in his way, that's what makes him freeze. He has gained control over his feral side long ago and he wasn't going to let an Argent bring it back out. So, with a deep breath, he called upon all his strength and locked his wolf back inside its cage. His last name is Hood, not many Argents knew his mother's maiden name, only one did and as long as he wasn't in town then Riley had no problem. They just can't know he's a Hale.
They walked outside to where a girl was sitting on a bench. She didn't look like an Argent. She had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Most Argents had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Sorry to keep you waiting." The superintendent says. "This is Riley Hood, he is also new, so you will at least not be alone." The girl gave a small smile at Riley, who forced himself to give one in return. "And this is Allison Argent, who was just saying San Francisco isn't where she grew up." Riley kept his head down, nervously toying with the strap of his backpack and running a hand through his short blonde hair.
"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual for my family." She glances over at Riley. "What about you?"
"I lived in New York City for the past six years." He admits, hoping that giving this information away won't cause problems down the road. He might still tell Derek that they can't go back to NYC after this.
"And where did you live before then?" The superintendent asks, causing Riley to bite back a curse.
"We lived in a small town like this." Exactly this town. "But we eventually left and went to New York." Focus on the New York part. Riley thought.
"Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills will be the last spot for both of you for a while." Riley didn't say anything, instead, he buried his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He could feel the girl's eyes on him, but he didn't dare lookup. As soon as possible, he was going to ditch her and put as much space as possible between them. His luck was awful.
The superintendent opens the door to the English classroom and leads them inside. "Class, this is our two new students, Allison Argent and Riley Hood." Riley lifts up his head and sees a bunch of kids staring at them. He forced himself not to roll his eyes as he noticed a numerous amount of girls staring at him. He wasn't used to being noticed by the opposite sex, but it's not girls he's interested in. His blue eyes scanned the classroom, immediately looking for an open seat in the back, furthest from everyone else. Riley wasn't too nervous about starting at a new school. There wasn't much that did make Riley nervous. Not anymore anyways. "Please do your best to make them feel welcome."
There were only two seats available and they were close together. One was behind a boy in a brown hoodie and long hair and the other was diagonal from that seat and behind a boy with a buzz cut and across from a girl with rather usual red hair. Riley lowers his eyes and starts for the back, wanting the seat furthest away behind the buzz cut boy. He could hear Allison's heels behind him, but he ignored it and slid into his seat. He put his bag down on the floor and looks up to see a boy turning around and holding out a pen to Allison. Riley's brows furrowed in confusion, his eyes flickering over to Allison, who looked just as surprised. "Thanks."
"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133." Riley sniffs, letting his wolf senses take over. The scents in the room was just like any high school. B.O, cheap perfume, terrible cologne. Then, of course, beneath that, you have the smell of lust in some, excitement in others, beneath that is just their standard phenoms that they're throwing off unknowingly. But none of those scents are what caught Riley's attention. He sniffs again just to make sure, but the answer is still the same.
The boy sitting in front of the Argent is a werewolf. A new one too if the scent was anything to go by. Riley's eyes moved back and forth to the possible hunter and the new werewolf. It was obviously the werewolf liked the Argent. The question is, is she just an Argent or is she an Argent hunter. The thought chilled Riley's bones.
All throughout class, his focus remained on the boy and girl. He couldn't tell if the girl knew her family secret and there was a clear indication that the boy even knew what he was. If the boy was a werewolf that meant that there was an alpha in town. That presented three different options regarding Laura. One, there are two alphas in town, maybe this alpha is now in control of the territory. Option two, the alpha that turned the boy only became an alpha after killing Laura. Riley preferred option one, but something deep inside him was screaming that his hopes were doomed.
When classes ended Riley packed up his things and headed for the door. "Hey, Riley." Riley turns, glancing over to see Allison walking up to him. "We're both new, so why don't we stick together. It's not fun to be alone on the first day. Trust me, I've been through this a lot. What'd you say?" All of Riley's warning bells were going off. He wanted to stay far away from this girl, not become BFFs. But another part of him, a darker part, was whispering how he could use this girl. Become her friend and get secrets out of her. Do to her what the Argents did to Derek.
"Sure." Riley smiles, cursing himself for giving in to his darker side.
"Great." Allison smiles as she leads him outside into the hall. "What class do you have next?"
"Um…" He looked over his schedule. "Algebra." He tells her.
"Great, me too. It's room 109, right?"
"Yeah, that's what my schedule says."
"Cool, I think it's this way." She smiles. Riley followed her down the hallway, his eyes scanning her over. She seemed harmless enough, but he wasn't too sure.
"So what do your parents do that makes you move so much? Military family?"
"No, my dad sells guns and works in private security." Riley listened to her heartbeat, but not a single blip is heard. Of course, that doesn't mean she doesn't know about her family. Her dad could do all that, while still being a hunter. That would be his cover.
"How does that make your family have to move so much." Allison frowns, her eyebrows furrowing with confusion. Had she never really thought about it?
"I don't know. I guess, he just goes where the business is." She shrugs half-heartedly. Maybe she doesn't know. "This is it." Riley glances up and sees the math classroom. "Want to sit together?" This is going to be a long day.
Of course, Riley had to have a locker right beside Allison's. "I'm happy we have lockers near each other. I've done this so many times." She tells him as she opens her locker. "I've been the new girl so much, but I always get nervous about the first day. You'd think I'd have gotten over it by now."
"You can't nervous if you don't care." Riley says as he shoves his books into his locker. He could feel Allison's eyes on him. "If you don't care about what people think of you then you have nothing to worry about. Just stop caring." He closes his locker with a solid slam, causing Allison to jump slightly. "It's that simple. Don't care and you can never be nervous." His eyes meet hers.
"Is that your thought on everything?"
"People can be assholes. They don't care about anyone, but themselves sometimes. They don't care if they hurt people. I like to think that if someone doesn't like you for who or what you are then to hell with them. I don't care if someone doesn't like me. They either do or they don't. If I consider you a friend then I care about you, but I'm not going to care about a person who doesn't give a shit about me." Allison goes to say something, but they're interrupted by a strawberry blonde walking up to them.
"That jacket is absolutely killer." The girl says as she eyes Allison over. "Where'd you get it?"
"My mom was buyer from a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison explains nervously, causing Riley to roll his eyes.
"And you are my new best friend." She laughs, her eyes flickering to Riley. "And you are?"
"Riley." He tells her.
"And gay, I need a gay best friend." Riley's eyebrows shot up. "I have a very good gay radar. I can't be flirting with someone gay, now can I?" Riley leans against his locker.
"I guess not." A boy slid up behind the girl, wrapping his arms around her.
"Hey, Jackson." She smiles and kisses the boy. Allison looks at Riley, obviously uncomfortable. Riley just grins and gives her a pointed look, causing her to smile. "I'm Lydia." She tells the two of them. "And this is my boyfriend, Jackson."
"Riley."
"I'm Allison." She smiles.
"So are you two…" Jackson trails off.
"Oh, we just met. He and I are both new, so we're just… sticking together." God, could be any more nervous. She acts as if she is bleeding in the ocean and all these people are sharks.
"So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia says, leaning against her boyfriend.
"A party?" Allison asks.
"Yeah, Friday night. You both should come." Friday's also the full moon.
"Can't. Got a family thing." Riley says. They all look at him, waiting for him to go on, but he doesn't.
"Uh, yeah, me too. It's family night this Friday." Allison says. "Thanks for asking."
"You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson tells her, resting his arm on the locker by her head.
"You mean like football?"
"Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse." Lacrosse? Wasn't it basketball. Derek and Riley's father played basketball. That had been the sport six years ago at least. Guess things change. "We've won the state championship for the past three years." Lydia smiles and brushes her fingers through his hair.
"Only because of a certain team captain." Lydia tells them all. Allison gives Riley another uncomfortable look, but again he simply shrugs and smiles.
"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is if you have anywhere else-" Allison cuts Jackson off.
"Well, I was going to-"
"Perfect." Lydia cuts in. "You're coming."
"Riley, you any good at lacrosse?" Jackson asks.
"I prefer basketball." He tells them. "Lacrosse isn't my thing. Plus, I got things I got to do." Allison gives him a deer in the headlights look, but he just smiles. "Catch you later then."
"Riley-"
"Let's go." Lydia says, causing Riley to chuckle and start for the entrance. He felt a tad bad for Allison, but after having every single class with her, he needed a break. There is only so much Argent that he can handle in one day. He's surprised he even lasted this long. He needed to get back home and try to find Laura with Derek.
Enya steps up onto the bleachers, her eyes scanning for Stiles and Scott. "Enya." Her amber eyes moved off of the field and to the kids sitting on the bleachers, or more importantly, Lydia Martin. Stiles has been 'in love' with Lydia since the third grade, but Lydia didn't even know that Stiles existed.
"Hey, Lydia." Enya greets cautiously, turning to face the other redhead fully. Lydia was dating Jackson, who was the school's biggest asshole/bully. He made the boys' lives hell, while Lydia either just laughed it off or ignored it. Lydia tried to befriend Enya in the past, but Enya didn't care much for the people that Lydia associate with.
"This is Allison, she's new." Lydia says.
"I know. She's in my English class." Enya tells them. "I'm Enya Stilenski." She smiles at the girl. Enya didn't know Allison and just because she was in Lydia's clique doesn't mean that she was like the rest of them. She might not even be in Lydia's clique.
"Did you want to sit with us?" Lydia asks, causing Enya to look over at her. From what Enya has seen of Lydia, she wasn't all that bad. She acted one way, but Enya knew there was more to her than what was on the surface, however, she was still dating Jackson.
"It was nice meeting you, Allison." Enya smiled. "But I have already told you Lydia." Enya turns back to the redhead. "I don't waste time on assholes and clearly you do." She looked over at where Jackson was on the field. "Have a good day." Enya walks away, moving further down the bleachers, leaving the two girls behind.
"McCall!" Enya looks over as the coach throws gear at Scott. The two talk to one another, to quietly for Enya to hear from the bleachers. Sometimes she wished she had super senses. The coach gave a gentle slap to Scott's face. "Let's go! Come on!" Enya frowns, not liking the look on Scott's face. Something bad was going to happen.
"Hey, Enya." Enya turns and glances over at the girls that were a few spots down from her. "Do you know who that is? He's in your English class with Allison." Enya's face darkens as she looks at Lydia.
"Yeah, he's my best friend. The one that your boyfriend bullies." Enya says coldly before turning back around, her back to them. Scott was standing in front of the goal, causing an uneasy feeling to go through Enya. The coach didn't expect Scott to actually be a goalie right now, did he? Scott was the most uncoordinated person that Enya knew. He couldn't catch a ball a foot away, nevermind two yards. "This is going to be bad." She whispers as she watches the scene unfold before her.
One of the assistant coaches blew his whistle, causing Scott to hold his eyes and almost drop to the ground. This caused Enya to sit up. What was wrong with Scott? She thought as she watched him struggle to stand and play. One of the team members ran forward and threw the ball, causing it to go flying through the air and hit Scott in the face when it was clear that he wasn't ready. "Oh, no, Scott." She whispers. "What's wrong with you?"
"Hey! Way to catch with your face, McCall!" One of the boys yells, causing Enya to bristle. That dick threw the ball when Scott wasn't ready, it was his fault Scott got hit in the face. Show some sympathy! Enya closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to soothe her growing anger.
Scott stood back up and got in a ready stance. The next boy ran forward and threw the ball, which Scott caught without even trying. Even with his gear on and being far away, Enya could see the obviously surprise from him. There was no way that Scott should have caught the ball. Everyone was speechless for a full minute.
"Yeah!" Stiles cheers, causing Enya to give a small smile, her eyes remaining on Scott. More boys came forward and threw their balls, but Scott caught every single one of them. It wasn't possible, nowhere near possible. Scott was a severe asthmatic who was also very uncoordinated and had the endurance of an old man. "Yoo-hoo!" Stiles sounded pleased by this, but all Enya could feel was the growing sense of dread and worry. Something wasn't right with Scott. She expected when Jackson stepped forward that Scott would finally fail at catching a ball, but just like the previous shots, Scott caught the ball. The crowd went wild, while Enya continued to stare at Scott as if she didn't recognize him and at this point in time, she didn't.
Enya walked further behind the boys, struggling to wrap her head around what happened on the field. "I don't know what it was." Scott tries to explain as they walk through the woods. He had lost his inhaler last night, so they were going back to get it and also look at the body that Scott had found. Enya noticed, however, that Scott hasn't needed his inhaler all day, which was something that has never happened before. Much like the incident on the field. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Stiles grabs Enya's hand, helping her over the rocks and onto the dry land. Everyone knew of her hatred of water. Her only exception is showers and of course drinking water. "And that's not the only weird thing. I can… hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear." Enya and Stiles watch as Scott ducks under a branch that curved around and touched the ground. He could have gone around it like them. "Smell things."
"Smell things. Like what?"
"Like the minto mojito gum in your pocket. Or Enya's perfume…" Scott wrinkles up his nose. "It smells like pine leaves, vanilla, ash, and… sulfur?" Enya wasn't wearing perfume. That was her natural scent, well the vanilla comes from her body lotion and soap. But the rest was her scent and he shouldn't be able to smell her scent, not unless he had super senses. At most he would smell pine leaves, but the ash and sulfur is something that you really have to dig for. It's subtle and hidden. Only those with a heightened sense of smell can pick it up.
"I don't even have any mint mojito-" Stiles trails off when he pulls out a piece of gum. His eyes moved to Enya. "Are you wearing perfume that smells like a campfire or something?" Stiles asks. Enya cleared her throat.
"Uh, yeah, but it's not really strong, so you probably wouldn't smell it."
"So, all this started with a bite." Stiles asks as Enya searched her brain for all and every supernatural creature that transferred their powers through a bite. The ones that came to mind was a vampire or a werewolf, but Scott was walking through the sun and so far hasn't shown a thirst for blood, so she was ruling that one out. Plus, Scott did tell them that he thought he saw that it was a wolf that bit him. If that was true though, that meant Enya needed to talk to Scott asap.
"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"
"If that was true you would be dead by now." Enya speaks up. "It happens fast."
"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy." There was a moment of silence where Scott and Stiles stared intensely at each other, while Enya was giving Stiles an exasperated look.
"What is that? Is that bad?" Was he serious? Enya looked over at Scott. He was serious. Geez, he could be a very gullible and dumb guy. At least he's adorable.
"Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month."
"Once a month? Like Enya's-"
"Don't finish that sentence." Enya cuts in, causing Scott to look over at her. Just like always, Scott finds himself getting lost in her amber stare. Enya shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, Scott?"
"Mm-hm, on the night of the full moon." Stiles cuts in, oblivious to Scott's drooling and Enya's confusion. Stiles gives a rather horrible howl, causing Scott to scoff and push Stiles, giving a last quick glance at Enya. She was gorgeous and today she looked as good as always. She had dressed up. Normally she just settled for jeans, but she had decided to wear a jean skirt with her converses, a low cut lacy tank top, and her leather jacket over it. She always wore her leather jacket with everything, even dresses, but she managed to all make it look good. Sexy even. Right now her long legs were on full display and her top was tight and cupped her breasts, allowing you to get a good view of her large round boobs, while still being decent and not slutty. She looked absolutely sinful.
"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Enya wasn't sure why Scott was staring at her so much. It wasn't unusual for Scott to stare, she caught him doing it from time to time, but lately, it was more intense and lasted a lot longer. It was as if he was stripping her naked and devouring her. It made her uncomfortable. Scott was like another brother to her, having him look at her the way he does didn't feel right to her. It would be as if Stiles stared at her like that.
"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me." Scott says.
"I know! You're a werewolf!" Stiles joked, but Enya didn't feel like laughing. Looking at Scott, she knew it was the truth and she also knew it was about time she told the truth. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon." Scott stopped and stared at the ground.
"Something wrong, Scott?" Enya asks.
"No, I-I could have sworn this was it." Enya looked around, trying to find the body or at least Scott's inhaler. "I saw the body, the deer came running." Enya looked at the boys. "I dropped my inhaler." Scott crouched down and begins to sift through the leaves, which wouldn't do much. It was a thin layer of leaves, the inhaler is big, it wouldn't be able to hide beneath it, but Enya stayed silent, no need to worry Scott more.
"Maybe the killer moved the body."
"I wish that sentenced wasn't so normal for you to say." Enya sighed. "How is this my life?" Stiles grins.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks."
"But you haven't needed it all day. Maybe you don't need it anymore. Maybe you grew out of it." Enya says, but she knew that to be a lie. You can't grow out of asthma, it only gets worst. She looked up and her eyes widen when she sees the new kid, Riley, standing beside some tall, dark, sexy stranger. He was wearing all black with a leather jacket and a scowl on his face. He was pale with black hair combed up in a quiff and dark green eyes. When her amber eyes met the green pair of his, the world around her faded. The only thing that she saw was this man. Her heart pounded in her chest, while her entire skin seemed to burn hot. She felt as if she was floating on cloud nine. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the man standing there. She swore that she would protect him, care for him, love him. She would do anything she could to make him happy and keep him from any harm.
Enya snapped out of her trance when she felt Scott's rather possessive arm wrapped around her. What is his deal? Normally, Enya wouldn't care if Scott touched her, but right now she was about done with his consent need to touch her. She pulls away from him with a scowl on her face. Scott looked at her, hurt flashing in his eyes along with anger and confusion. "Stop." She says, quiet enough for only him to hear. She never pulled away from him like this before, but right now she didn't want him touching her. What she wanted was the man across from her to be the one touching her.
That said man was eyeing Scott over as if debating whether or not to kill him. "What are you doing here?" He asks as he storms over to them. "Huh? This is private property." His eyes were focused on Scott's, glaring right into his soul.
"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know." Stiles says, pulling Enya close to him. Enya didn't mind Stiles touching her. He's her brother, so it's okay, but Scott wasn't touching her in a brotherly fashion. He was touching her as if trying to claim her and she wasn't his to have.
"We were just looking for something, but forget it." Scott's tone was a bit hostile, which made Enya clench her fists. They're the ones on this guy's property, he has a right to be upset. Scott doesn't. She looks over at Stiles, but his eyes were focused in on Riley's. Riley was staring right back, just as intensely. The man took something out of his pocket and tossed it. When Scott caught it with perfect ease, Enya could see it was his inhaler. Stiles still hadn't taken his eyes off of Riley.
"Sti?" She whispers, causing his eyes to snap down to hers. "You, good?"
"Y-Yeah." He stuttered, his cheeks turning pink. Interesting. Her eyes moved back to the man, who was looking right at her. She gave him a shy smile, her cheeks coloring just as badly as Stiles'. He eyed her over before turning around.
"Let's go, Riley." He mumbles before walking away. Riley eyes them all over before following after the man.
"Alright, come on, I gotta get to work." Scott says.
"Dude, that was Derek and Riley Hale." Enya's brows furrowed. "You remember, right? He was only a few years older than us and Riley's in our English class. He went with the last name Hood, it must be his mother's maiden name. I don't blame him for not wanting to go by his real last name."
"Remember what? What's wrong with his last name?" Scott asks.
"Their family. They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago." It was six. Enya remembered that night. It was the same night she was in the woods. The night the Sheriff found her.
"I wonder what they're doing back." Scott says, causing Stiles to shrug and scoff.
"Come on." He grabs Enya's hand and leads her through the woods, Scott trailing behind them.
"Stiles, when we get home, I need to talk to you alone." She whispers to him, causing her to look at her a bit confused before nodding. She could feel Scott's eyes burning into the back of her skull, but she ignored it in favor of making sure she didn't fall on her face. Her reflexes were incredible, even better than Scott's new ones, but her mind was a mess right now, so she could really trust herself.
After they dropped Scott off at his house, they decided to drive around. They often did this when something was bothering them. "I never talked about it before." Enya says after a long moment of silence. "About that night that dad found me." She could feel Stiles' eyes on her, but if she looked at him then she knew she wouldn't be able to go on. "I couldn't tell any of you because it was dangerous. I told dad some lie, but I'm going to tell you the truth now."
"Why? Why now? Why me?"
"Because you're my brother, Stiles. Blood or not. Plus, things are going to change soon. I know it and it would be better if you knew now rather than later."
"But you don't want Scott to know?"
"He's not ready to hear any of this."
"You can tell me anything, Enya, you know that." Stiles takes her hand, helping soothe her.
"My family… we weren't like everyone else. We lived in the woods, in a small community just outside of town. No one really even knew we were there. Then one night a good of strangers came to the gates asking for help. My father wasn't the type to turn people away, so he let them in. That's when everything went to hell. These people brought with them something dangerous and started killing everyone."
"What did they bring?"
"It's a rare herb called flumen. It means river in Latin. It was said to have been blessed upon by the ancient gods, given powers to hurt the unhurtable. When grounded down into a powder it can harm my kind. It's the only thing that can really kill us."
"Us? Your kind? Enya, what are you talking about." Enya finally looked at Stiles, they had parked on the side of the road a few minutes ago.
"Stiles, I would never lie to you, not unless it meant to keep you safe. I'm not human." Stiles looked at her for a moment before smiling.
"Are you trying to get back at me for making that joke to Scott because that's not… funny…" Stiles trails off when Enya holds out her hand, a flame suddenly igniting in the middle of her palm.
"I'm being serious, Stiles. I'm a phoenix." She closes her hand, the flaming dying away. "I can control and manipulate fire. I can lift ten times my weight. My reflexes are heightened along with my endurance. I can also heal people with either my tears or blood, the lore forgets about blood."
"I-I thought phoenixes were birds."
"There's a legend that long ago one man caught the eye of the firebird. He was selfless and gave his life to save seven strangers. The phoenix was so moved by his sacrifice that it gave his soul to the man, bringing him back to life and living inside of him. The man's soul became the phoenix's and from him came a new race of human phoenixes. We aren't immortal. We age like everyone else, but when we die we turn to ash and get reborn. I have dreams of my past lives, but I don't really remember them. I just know I have had at least three past lives. The thing is, Stiles, my kind are very valuable. Our tears can heal any wound, while our blood can heal any illnesses. There are people who hunt my kind. They chain us up and use us like livestock. Taking everything they can get from us until our spirit dies. When our spirit dies we become void, emotionless, monsters. Most times the hunters can get these void phoenixes on their side and then the void phoenixes start hunting us. See, the problem is Stiles, if the hunters kill us then we'll just be reborn from our ashes and the process will start all over. That's what happened to my family. The hunters killed the ones they couldn't control and captured the ones they could. They used flumen to weak us enough to chain us. Silver binds us, if you put silver on us then we can't break free or run. We're powerless."
"Enya…" Stiles trails off, but Enya could see that he believed her.
"Hunters are always looking for my kind. I couldn't risk it getting out. I had to keep it a secret. The more people that knew the more danger I'd be in. I was still too young to protect myself before now. The only reason I got away was because I was too small and I was able to hide among the bodies. When the hunters weren't looking I ran. That's when dad found me."
"Why are you telling me now, Enya?" Stiles whispers, staring straight ahead.
"Because Scott really is a werewolf, Stiles, and I can feel that our normal lives aren't going be normal for much longer. Something big is coming. I can feel it." Stiles looks at Enya, his eyes shining with tears.
"I won't let anyone hurt you, Enya. No one is taking you away from me."