A/N- I totally forgot to tell you guys where this all takes place. This story is after New Moon but instead of Bella's 18th birthday it was her 17th and Alice never showed up to drag her to Italy. For Teen Wolf this starts at the beginning of season 3 part 1

Disclaimer: If you don't know by now I'll let you in on a not so secret. I don't own anything except the one lil OC in here. Now that that is covered on with what you all came here for

Chapter 2

We finally made it back to Scott's house after another argument between Stiles and I much to Scotts dismay. Once inside I finally looked down at myself. My clothes were tattered and caked with mud.

"Do you mind if I borrow some clothes, mine are kinda ruined," I asked looking over at Scott.

"No, you can go upstairs and grab whatever you want from out of my closet."

I nodded walking towards the stairs.

"Hey wait for me," I turned to see Stiles coming to follow me, but Scott grabbed the back of his shirt effectively stopping him. I saw his eyes glow a gold before Stiles softly chuckled and patted his hand. "Nevermind."

It was kind of weird to see Scott like that. Sure I was used to the supernatural by now, but Scott was always the one I would stand up for when we were kids. He certainly didn't need my rock throwing skills anymore.

I turned back around and made my way upstairs and to the familiar room that belonged to Scott. I looked around to see the usual mess. Shaking my head I went through his drawers and grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

My eyes caught in the mirror that lay in the corner of his room and I almost didn't recognize myself. Though most would probably assume it was due to the fact that I looked like someone dragged me through the woods by my feet, it was actually my eyes. Yes they were still the brown that had stared back at me all my life, but they were filled with an emotion that always seemed to roll off my shoulders. Rage.

I didn't really know who or what it was meant for. Maybe a combination of every shit thing in my life. It honestly felt justified, but definitely not something I wanted to hold onto. There was only one thing that I could think of to get rid of it. Revenge.

My body seemed to move on its own as it huffed into the mirror to create a fog. My hand raised and my finger swirled to create a spiral. I didn't know exactly why or what it meant, but it felt right.

Breaking out of my stupor I moved to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower as I had finally gotten a whiff of myself. Nothing like a calming steaming shower to take away the tense and the stench.

Once the temperature was to my liking I stripped out of my rags. I was thankful to find my wallet still tucked away in my jeans pocket, it sorta felt like victory to know that all the ribbing I took for carrying around a "man's" wallet was worth it. Once my victorious emotions wore off I jumped in the shower. As I started washing the mud off of me my ears picked up the conversation downstairs.

"You told me your cousin was dead," came Stiles' accusing voice.

"I thought she was," Scott replied.

"Well she didn't look very dead to me. If she was I would be having some very necrophiliac thoughts about now."

"I thought you said you didn't want her macking on you?"

"That was before I found out she got hot."

"Stiles!"

"Scott! Seriously though, what is she? She isn't another Jackson right?"

"No. Deaton said she was like me. He called her a catamount, apparently it's a mountain lion shifter."

"So she's a cat. You think she purrs?"

"Stiles!" I heard a smack and a light hiss in pain.

"OW! I was just asking."

A soft laugh left my lips as I instead turned my focus to getting the twigs out of my hair. Once my fingers could run through my hair without getting caught on something and I no longer smelt like a troll I turned the water off and stepped out. Throwing on Scotts clothes and grabbing my wallet I finally made my way back down stairs.

"So Stiles I heard you like to shack up with the walking dead," I said sitting between the two boys on the couch.

His face turned a red hue before he pushed me off. I just laughed along with Scott at his embarrassment.

When we calmed down Scott got a serious look on his face. "I guess I better explain everything." I nodded and he told me everything. From becoming a wolf to Jackson becoming something called a Kanima and then turning into a wolf. I was slightly confused but intrigued as I sat and listened to the two of them talk. When they were finally done I sat back a little, taking it all in.

"You dated a hunter," was all I could get out. Memories of dimming glowing eyes and blood haunted me. I shook my head trying to get them to go away.

"Allison is different."

"She doesn't seem that different. From what you say her and her family tried to kill you and your friends on multiple occasions."

"It's complicated." I didn't really see anything complicated about it but I nodded anyways for his sake.

In turn I told them about my life. I told them how I moved to Forks. I told them about Edward, the baseball game, my dreadful birthday party, Laurant, Victoria, the pack, my depression. I choked up after that not being able to go any farther. It didn't have anything to do with the events themselves, but the events that happened after them.

It still seemed to be enough as Scott jumped up in anger, while Stiles pulled a comforting arm around my shoulder. I buried my face in his shirt trying not to cry. Wiping away the few stray tears that escaped I looked back up seeing Scott pace back in forth before turning towards me.

"You're staying here. Mom won't care. I'll take care of you. You're a senior right? We can enroll you in school. It starts in a couple days anyways," he started rambling about plans of me staying.

I shook my head in protest, "I can't. I don't want to impose on the lives you have here. It seems your plates are full without me adding to it."

Scott pointed a finger at me with an angry expression on his face, "You are not imposing. I want you here and I can guarantee my mom does too." I sighed knowing he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Stubbornness ran in the family.

Stiles pitched in also, "Yeah, you're the only girl that likes me. You have to come so I can make everyone else jealous."

I raised my eyebrow at him, "You do know that crush ended when I was 12 right?"

"No! Why does every girl that likes me stop when they become hot," Stiles mumbled seemingly talking to himself.

"So you'll stay," Scott asked.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No," replied Scott and Stiles at the same time.

"Well I guess it's settled then, I'm staying." I couldn't help but to smile as I saw the boys grin, it was just too infectious.

We sat on the couch watching some dorky movie Stiles begged us into watching. Aunt Melissa still wasn't home so we were passing the time. Suddenly a loud growl interrupted the comfortable silence that fell onto us.

"Did you just growl," Stiles questioned looking over at me.

"No. It was my stomach. I don't know if you guys didn't notice but I've been on the run for days and I hadn't exactly stopped to eat," I reapplied feeling the hunger pains starting to kick in.

Once the words left my mouth Scott picked up the phone and started calling a nearby pizza delivery, while Stiles returned his questioning gaze to me. "What were you running from?"

"Hunters." It was the only answer I gave him not wanting to elaborate. He seemed to understand as he just nodded and didn't ask anything more.

Once Scott got off the phone he came back into the living room with a glass of water and handed it over to me. "Here."

"Thank you." My dry mouth seemed to also appreciate the gesture as it greedly took in the offered liquid.

"How exactly long were you on the run," Scott questioned once all the water in the glass was gone.

"Ummm I don't exactly know. What is today?"

"The third."

"Three days then," I replied.

"Three days! You've been running for three days! How the hell are you functioning," Stiles yelled bewildered.

"Not human remember. Plus I would have gotten here on the first day if I wasn't shot with the monkshood laced bullet in my side."

"Monkshood? You mean wolfs-bane! How are you even alive," the question was paired with a lot of hand gesturing from Scott.

"I'm not a dog. Wolfs-bane doesn't affect me the same. It mostly just makes me dizzy."

"So it seems to only affect puppies like you Scott," Stiles said laughing at himself. It was cut short when Scott's eyes flashed and he bared his canines at him. At what we all knew was an empty threat Stiles ran behind me and clutched the borrowed shirt in his hands.

Turning around I wrapped him in my arms around him like a mother would a child and started petting the top of his head. "Awwww I'll protect you from the mean doggy," I cooed before releasing him from my embrace and walking over to Scott. "Bad dog," I scolded, flicking my finger at his nose. The image of authority didn't last long as Stiles and I clutched our sides in a pit of laughter while Scott glared at us.

As the doorbell rang signalling the pizzas arrivals Scott marched off to go pay for it as me and Stiles tried to calm ourselves. The smell of the pizzas seemed to do the trick as it brought back the hunger pains that were lossed to distraction and another loud growl.

Stiles walked towards me before poking me in the stomach and saying. "Lets go feed your little stomach before it decides it really is dead and eats my brain."

Six pieces down and three glasses of water later my stomach seemed content as I looked across the table to find Scott looking at me with raised eyebrow and Stiles eyes bugged out.

"I know you're an animal but jeez Bell save some for the rest of us," Stiles proclaimed.

"I'm sorry did you want some," I faked pity before taking a piece of chicken from one of the two slices of pizza left and chucked it at his face hitting him between the eyes. "Here you go."

He picked up a piece of pepperoni from his own plate ready to retaliate when the front door opened and aunt Melissa walked through calling Scotts name. She moved towards the kitchen digging something out of her bag when her head popped up and she set her sites on Stiles, his hand still positioned to throw the pepperoni at my head. "Stiles are you throwing food in my kitchen," my aunt asked sternly, her hands moving to rest on her hips.

"No," he replied before stretching and popping the pepperoni into his mouth. "Just some tight muscles you know how that is."

She humphed shaking her finger at him before finally looking over at me. "Bella," she gasped in disbelief.

"Hi aunt Melissa," I waved a tense smile on my face.

"How are you here? When I heard about the fire and then never heard from you I assumed-," she broke off crying and rushed towards me with open arms. I stood and hugged her a few tears of my own trying to escape.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I just- so many things happened and then I didn't want to hurt you... I'm sorry."

Pulling away she rested her hands on my forearms. "What do you mean hurt me?"

My eyes darted to Scott and he stood up. "Mom I think you might wanna sit down for this."

"Sit down? Why would I need to do that?" Scott gave her a look causing her to look back at me. "Ok," she seemed reluctant but agreed anyway letting me go.

Once his mother was situated in one of the dining room chairs he sucked in a breath with worry gracing his face as he finally said the last thing that aunt Melissa could have possibly been thinking. "Bella's like me."

Confusion before shock littered her face. "You're a werewolf," she asked, looking slightly lost in her thoughts.

"No. I'm a catamount."

"Like a cougar?"

"Exactly."

"So you turn into a cougar. You don't go around murdering murders do you?"

"Yes I am, and no I don't murder anyone."

She looked a little shaken but nodded anyways, "Ok then."

"Ok? You mean you're not going to throw some holy water on me and banish me for good," her reaction surprised me as it was definitely not the one I imagined.

"You're not some kind of cougar demon are you?" I shook my head at her obscured question. "Then why would I throw holy water on you? Plus you are my family, a family I thought had died. You are lucky if I let you walk out of that door."

I rushed towards where she set and engulfed her in my arms again. "You mean I can stay?"

"Always."

The next day I dragged Scott and Stiles to the mall as Scotts clothes were not in my deck of cards for my wardrobe and Stiles was the only one who had a car.

After a while of driving the soft air that drifted to me in the back seat from the passenger open window gave off a faint scent of desperation and fear as we drove past some old shops and an abandoned bank. Before I could process it anymore the scent was gone as we drove further away.

I tried not to think about it, but something kept bringing it to the top of my thoughts. I chalked it up to just worry for whoever was feeling that way so strongly.

As we finally approached the mall any last thought I gave to the scents disappeared. I bid the boys bye after we established a time we would all meet back up at Stiles's jeep.

Shopping for a whole wardrobe was not my ideal day. My aversion for the sport had never wavered, but not having to do it with someone shoving clothes at you made it slightly more enjoyable.

It was weird to see how far my taste in clothing has come. Sure I bought plenty of jeans, hoodies, and flannels, and there was definitely nothing designer, but I also found a couple skirts and crop tops that I liked. No dresses found their way into my bags though, I hadn't changed that much.

It was also weird how much surrounding yourself with the right people could build up someone's confidence. The bite changing my figure a little didn't hurt either.

Once my shopping was finished I checked the time to see my deadline coming to a close. As I walked back to Stiles's jeep I found today a success. It would feel nice to be in clothes my own size and not having to go commando. Plus the shoes I borrowed from aunt Melissa were a little too big and were begging to come off my feet.

Once the jeep was in view I saw Stiles and Scott already there waiting for me. Taking in my arms swarming with bags they moved to help me get them inside the car.

"How did you walk around carrying all of these," asked Stiles, trying to peek inside one of my lingerie bags.

Snatching the bag away from him I threw it into the back seat as I replied, "Unlike some people I actually have muscles thank you."

"Well I know you're not talking about me because I'm ripped," he said flexing his biceps with a ridiculous smile on his face.

"Keep telling yourself that," I commented, throwing the last of my bags into the back seat before climbing in.

Stiles started complaining about how it was just because he didn't have any magical bite and without it we would all be just like him.

"Magical bite or not nothing could ever make us just like you," Scott stated.

We stopped by the animal clinic so Scott could get his bike. Because of the new direction we didn't have to pass by those old stores and abandoned bank again.

About halfway home from the clinic Stiles turned a questioning gaze over to me. "Wait you said you dated a vampire right?"

"Mhmm," I hummed my confirmation. I was waiting for all the questions that came with finding out vampires are real, but the one I got was certainly unexpected.

"So how did that work when it was your time of the month?"

Over the next week the three of us hung out and aunt Melissa got my things to transfer to Beacon Hills High situated. It was the beginning of my new life and I just hoped I didn't destroy it like my last one

A/N- Hello again loves. Hoped you liked this chapter and don't forget to drop a review if you can. I hoped everyone that celebrated Christmas, Kwanzaa, or Hanukkah enjoyed it and if you don't celebrate any of those I hope you had a great time anyway. I also hope everyone has an amazing New Years. Stay safe loves