Chapter 3

It is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. You take the front line when there is danger. Then people will appreciate your leadership.
Nelson Mandela

…Step after step Faith. Be on guard, watch out and then… then you kill. You are not born to show mercy, grief or pity. No, you my daughter, you are born for something greater, something bigger. I know your clever and you will find out about the rules of this world soon enough. Remember to never forget who you are, never forget your heritage and most of all: Never forget your duty. First you follow us and then one day, one day you will rule over us. You will reign our world with honour and justice. Don't you ever show weakness Faith. A Moureaux never shows vulnerability, emotions. People will use it against you Faith. People like him. These abominations, these creatures. Just look him in the eyes and you will see what we see Faith. Danger, a threat and most of all a beast not worth living. And now do it, kill him. Show us what you're made of. Make us proud. Do us justice Faith…

"Faith? Hey, you alright?"

With that I snapped out of my thoughts. What did just happen? I totally lost my focus. This is not allowed to happen again. I need to stay on guard. This weird feeling in the pit of my stomach is getting stronger and stronger and I can practically feel the danger we are getting ourselves into. But something keeps urging me on. The wild hunter inside me wants me to keep going, it wants me to find out what exactly it is that is making me feel so tense.

"Faith! I'm sorry not be rude or anything but you're really scaring me right now. If you could just you know, say something? That would make me feel loads better. Jap it would, so please."

Looking him dead in the eye, I have to resist the urge to strangle him. This guy truly is getting on my nerves. One more word and I will snap.

"Yo hello, somebody in…."

"If you don't shut up right now, I swear I will strangle you. New girl in town or not. Do you guys even realize what trouble you are getting yourselves into? This is way more serious than you might think! So Scott, Stiles do tell what's your great plan because right now I have no fucking idea how to deal with all of this."

Stiles looked at me with wide eyes and then slowly turned his head towards where Scott was standing. He was about to open his mouth when all of us heard branches snapping. I turned as quickly as I could in the direction of the suspicious sound and found myself almost standing chest to chest in front of a very chummy looking guy.

Alright that was a lie. That chummy looking guy looked about ready to kill us but it wasn't the way he looked at us that me realize what he was. No, it was the air that surrounded him. At first sight he looked like a typical bad boy, tall, dark and handsome. But then I looked into his eyes and analyzed his whole demeanor. It was clear, definitely a werewolf. I was a hundred percent sure. What else could he be?

"What are you guys doing here? This is private terrain!"

Hm interesting… a werewolf was trying to scare us away. It seemed to work on the boys hence their looks. Cute.

"Oh really? And who are you if I may ask? Because as far as I know this grounds don't belong to anyone anymore."

Scott kept looking at me like I was crazy whereas Stiles decided to open his mouth…as usual.

"How would you know? I mean come on you've just moved here. We were the ones leading you here."

I turned to him with a sickly sweet smile on my face. Way to go Stiles that really just made everything better. Not only does that fucking creature now know that I am as lost in these woods as it can get because of the fact that I didn't know them very well, no. He is looking at me like he's ready to rip of my head and all that I have with me for my defense is a knife that is hidden somewhere in my boot, preventing the boys from seeing it. This whole situation would be a lot easier if I were alone. Seek and kill Faith. Remember no mercy.

But something about this man's demeanor made me feel not as threatened and disgusted as I usually would. Sure is presence was unsettling but when I looked him in the eyes I felt myself drawn to him. Weird.

"Stiles, remember what I told you a few seconds ago? Shut up! Anyways I did my fare share of research about his place and I didn't know that woods could belong to anyone. So excuse my confusion… whatever your name is. Well, if you will excuse us now. Got a little something to do."

And with that I grabbed both, Stile's and Scott's arms and we walked as fast as we could away from him.

I was in such a hurry that I didn't see the curious look the werewolf was sending my way. He still stood there, on the same spot we just left him, with a smirk crossing his normally scowling lips.

"Who was that back there? Do you guys know him? Is he something like the local creeper or what?"

I needed to find out who is. Step one dear Faith is research. You can't fight someone without knowing who they are. Find their weaknesses and then use them against your enemies. After that you are free to do whatever you want and whatever is appropriate. I needed to know with exactly whom I was dealing with.

"No never seen him before but I believe it was that Hale guy. You know the one whose family died in that tragic fire. Sad story with a sad outcome."

A fire…Good to know. Hale, that name rings a bell I just can't seem to remember. Hm… I will have to do some research at home.

Looking back at Stiles and Scott I saw both of them looking at me quite intensely.

"I did it again, didn't I? I am sorry, I tend to drift off in my own thoughts quite often."

I looked at them with a sheepish smile and found both of them looking at me with a grin.

"Oh don't worry, I think we will get along quite well. Right Scott?"

"Definitely! I believe that you will soon realize that being a bit off is normal in Beacon Hills."

Scott looked at me with a smile and remembered me of Danny. The son of my parent's friends. Oh how I miss home. But I somehow have the feeling that I will survive here quite happily. That is until I will seek my revenge. Linking my arms with theirs, we kept on walking until we heard the screeching of tires, which I've heard way before the two boys. A bonus of being a well trained hunter.

"Oh shit damn it! Guys its my dad, we need to get away from here."

We all took off running and tried to hide behind a bushes and trees. Worst cover ever if you ask me. But yeah I get it no one did ask. Stiles ran a bit ahead of since I was waiting on Scott who had to use an asthma spray. It was too late to warn Stiles. He ran right into the sheriff who held a wildly barking dog on a leash. Great.

"Hang on! This delinquent belongs to me. So Stiles do tell me. DO you listen to everyone of my phone calls?"

Oh so the sheriff knew Stiles. Good to know, this might come in handy for later situations.

"Not the boring once dad."

My eyes widened.

"Dad? So that's how you guys got the idea of running around in the woods in the middle of the night. You listened to his phone calls. Do things like that occur often?"

Scott looked back at me half grinning and half searching for air.

"They might..."

We watched Stiles and his father speaking with each other a little longer until they started to walk to the car. Stiles threw one last look at us and I let out a breath of relief. That was scarce. The police don't need to know my name too soon. But I probably won't get around meeting them in the near future.

"Alright come on Scott. We should leave too. First day of school tomorrow and all."

"Yeah right, I forgot. Could you help me up?"

I helped Scott standing up and together we fought our way through the woods until I heard a low growl coming from behind the trees next to us. I stopped walking and stepped in front of Scott. If somebody knew how to deal with situations like that then it was me.

"Alright Scott listen. Whatever you might see in a few moments, just run okay? Don't ask questions, don't look back, just run. I will be right behind you."

"What…?"

Exactly in that moment the damned creature decided to jump out of its hiding place. Perfect. That is exactly how I imagined living in Beacon Hills.

"Run Scott! Now!"

And he did exactly that. One thing less to worry about. Scott didn't need to know about my little secret, nobody did. I slowly pulled out my knife and stood right in front of that beast. I looked it dead in the eye and thought about how I should go on. Concentration Faith. Don't forget it's not about the weapon that your using but about the potential that you've got. Use your mind not only your strength. Take a deep breath and aim. Alright, uncle Rick was right, all I need is concentration and an aim. I slowly raised my arm and though the knife straight at the werewolf. I got his chest which unfortunately didn't weaken him enough. The beast spared me one last glance and then took off running.

Before I ran after it, I thought that I saw blue eyes shining in the darkness that surrounded me. I tried to trail the werewolf and once I arrived at the clearing I saw Scott holding his sided. My only thoughts were that he was bitten and I…I needed to kill him. The only question was if I could do that. I ran up to him and decided to have a good night's sleep and then I would make my decision concerning Scott's situation. Together we walked out of the woods with me supporting Scott's weaker side. The bite would probably need some time to heal. Not that I was going to tell him anything that night. It could wait. All I needed was a really long hot shower and then my well deserved sleep.

When I got home I could see one single light shining in my room. Oh great so they stayed awake to lecture me. I made my way upstairs and tried to be as quiet as possible. I hadn't even closed the door to my room completely when I heard the angered and slightly worried voice of uncle Chris.

"And where have you been Faith? From the looks of it I can guess what you did Faith. Don't forget that you are not in Rome anymore. This is Beacon Hills. Your new home and I want you to follow the rules Faith. I know that what you've gone through is hard and I know that you are hurting even if you are trying not show it. But Faith you need to pull yourself together. This is not going to work if you don't cooperate. Why won't you just talk to us? You can't just take off whenever you feel like it! DO you even know how worried Allison and Victoria have been. And that thing with your hunting gear. You need to be more careful. Allison doesn't know about you, about the rest of us and I want it to stay that way. Do you understand?"

"You know nothing Chris. You have no idea how I feel or how I deal with things. Yes my parents died and yes it might seem like I don't care. But you have no idea how I really feel and you don't even have a clue about half of the things I've gone through, so please don't tell me anything about knowing how I feel because you don't and you probably never will."

I was really tempted to cry in that moment. This whole day has been so exhausting and it has brought up so many memories that I wasn't ready to remember yet. Nobody would ever understand what I have been going through and what I was still going through. My life has been based on expectations and duties my whole life long. I couldn't give all of that up, I had to remain strong. I had to remain the leader I was raised to be and one way or another I would make my uncle see that.

Looking back into his eyes I saw pity. The anger seemed to have completely melted away. I knew that I couldn't blame Chris for anything that has happened and it wasn't fair of me to speak like that with him but he had to realize that I was my own person and that I would speak when I felt the need to not when he thought it necessary.

"Faith…I am sorry. I… it must have been so hard. Your right I can't even imagine what everything's been like for you and truth be told I don't want to be able to. But I have also lost your parents. I have also lost a part of my family. Just promise me that you will be careful and that you will slow down for a bit."

I walked over to him and gave him a hug. I understood. If there was one person that understood then it was me. For the next few minutes we just remained like that. Embracing each other and thinking about the people that we've lost. God it's so hard to grieve someone who you've both, despised and loved at the same time. People from whom you've only ever wanted was love and all they ever gave you was their absence. I get it now. I do. They fought for a better world. A saver world for their child to live in and what they left me was power and control, an empire. I would do their deaths justice and I know that the Argents, my remaining family, would stand by my side.

Hey guys, again I am sorry for any mistakes (not a native speaker). I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and have as much fun reading it as I have writing it. Please leave a review and let me know what you like and what I could do better.