-CHAPTER TWO-

Maggie parked her car across the street from Scott McCall's home. She surveyed the area and researched any odd occurrences that may have occurred here. The only suspicious acts were that of the animal killing's that had surfaced a year ago, thank you Derek, she thought. A blue jeep suddenly pulled into the house and Maggie's senses were on overload. Scott got out of the car with a boy who Maggie did not know.

Maggie crossed the street, knowing this wasn't the time for formalities or outrageous lies, time was running out. "Scott!" she yelled.

He turned around in confusion, not knowing who she was. "Yes?" he answered.

Maggie extended her hand to his, "I'm Maggie Winchester. This is all going to sound very strange and you don't know me, nor do you have any reason to trust me, but we really need to tall." She said, her voice on the verge of urgency.

The boy next to him began to near her. "Why does he need to talk to you? We don't even know you."

"Trust me, stranger danger does not apply in this situation." She said.

"Why do I need to talk to you?" Scott asked; confusion laced in his voice.

Maggie smiled, "Don't worry Scott. I'm a friend- and I'm here to help," her brown eyes shifted from the two boys, "I know this is strange and very odd but you must believe that I am friend. Probably the best one you have at the moment."

"Listen Lady, out of all the things that have happened in this town strange is the last word on my vocabulary." The boy said.

"Five minutes. After five minutes and you still deem me untrustworthy ill leave you alone." She said.

Scott nodded and led Maggie into the home. The boys threw their school bags to the floor and Maggie watched closely to Scott's friend. He seemed familiar but she couldn't think of where she knew him.

Maggie sat on the couch opposite from the two boys and took a deep breath.

"Okay," Scott began, "how do you know me, and what do you want?"

"You're a very special person Scott," Maggie said as she tried to choose her words wisely as to not scare the boys off, "and I've been looking for you for a long time. I don't want anything from you Scott, I just simply need to protect you, in short." Maggie said, her eyes landing on the other boy once more, her brow furrowing in confusion. She took in his appearance and looked back on his mannerisms and only one possible explanation came to her.

"Are you a Stilinksie?" she asked.

The boy threw his hands in the air, "now how do you know who I am?"

Maggie smirked in triumph, yet her victory was short lived. She knew who this boy was and her heart bled for him, "you're Stiles," she said softly, "you're mother was a very good friend."

Stiles' demeanor changed, his body arched forward. "You knew my mom?" he asked softly.

Maggie nodded her head. "I did." She replied. "She was a great women, perhaps the greatest I've ever known. I am forever in debt to your family."

Stiles arched an eyebrow, "Huh?"

Maggie cocked her head, "never mind." She said as she shook her head.

"Scott," her attention back on the other boy, "I know everything about this town and what you are."

Scott shook his head, "I still don't understand."

Maggie smiled kindly at him, "Although you might think other wise, you're still fairly new to all of this, and practically still know nothing. I am a Shadow Hunter. Basically I make sure your kind doesn't mess with the system. My kind is 'Divinely Chosen'," she said as she made air quotes around the Divine part. "I make sure that peace and order are kept through out the supernatural world, and when some dumbass messes up that system, like our friend Derek, I put things back to normal."

"How do you know Derek?" asked Stiles.

"I used to live here." Maggie said, her voice indicating she did not want to be questioned on the subject.

"So are you like the Argents? An emissary?" Scott asked.

Maggie shook her head. "I am like neither. The Argents are just regular hunters. They live by a code that was set in place by The Clave, which is my kind. We allow them to partake in the battle against evil and protect this earth and it's inhabitants but they cannot bear the marks of The Clave, nor are they born into this life. It is simply chosen whether or not they want to assist." Maggie answered, "I guess you can say were like their bosses." She continued. "As for the emissaries," she said, "they maintain order within the werewolf pacts. Shadow Hunters and emissaries are like BFF's" Maggie said with a smirk.

"So basically you're like the werewolf police," said Stiles.

Maggie smirked, "you can say that."

"I still don't see what this has to do with me," Scott asked. His patience and questions never ceasing.

"Shadow Hunters are very powerful," Maggie said, "with all the power we posses, we can feel when something out of the ordinary takes place. Kind of like when Stiles said I'm like the werewolf police. Nothing happens without our knowledge. And you Scott," she said slowly, "are something out of the ordinary. Not every werewolf contains as much power as you. Which" Maggie reassured him, "is nothing to be ashamed of. You have greatness within you Scott, and with that greatness comes power, which used incorrectly will prove to be extremely dangerous."

"So you're like a babysitter?" Stiles asked.

Maggie laughed and shook her head, "No. I am not, nor do I care to be. I'm like a guide, a teacher if you will. Something is coming. I've felt it, and it's nothing good. I know you've felt it too. I'm here to help. I'm on your side."

"So do you have like powers or something?" asked Stiles, his voice doubtful yet interested at the word power.

"Sort've. You see these marks?" Maggie asked as she pointed to her arms. The boys leaned forward and inspected the faint white markings that swiveled along her arms. "They're called runes. They are ancient markings with their own meanings. They assist me in "battle" you can say. They make me stronger, faster, swifter, and in some cases, like mine, a little extra."

"A little extra?" Stiles asked hesitantly.

Maggie nodded, "I'm telekinetic. I can also produce a light from my hands."

"Just a light?" Stiles asked skeptically.

Maggie lightly glared at him, "It's called ignis caelestis. It means heavenly fire." She said as she massaged her hands subcounsily, "werewolves aren't the only things roaming this earth boys. Best get used to that real quick, cause once you're in you're in for life. No turning back." She said, her mind at a far off place, "no turning back." she whispered.