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I just wanted to give a shout out to , PrincessofFireflies, M and guests' for reviewing, and to everyone else you followed and Favorited my story, it means a lot, an i'm so excited that you guys like this so far.

Also, I've been asked to keep the episodes as whole chapters, so that's what i'll do from now on. There might be a few chapters between episodes and seasons just to fill in the gaps and add my own thing in. For all those that were curious, I was looking through google today and found a picture of a girl I think literally embodied Oriana for me. I'm not sure what her name is but i'm pretty sure she's an American model. Anyway I just edited the picture I found on Google so that she had darker hair and green eyes.

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Chapter 3 - Wolf Moon Part 2

The next day Oriana was walking down the hall to get something out of her locker when she heard a locker slam shut around the corner. She stopped to peek around the wall to see Jackson staring down Scott.

"Where do you get your juice?"

"My mom does all the grocery shopping."

She held back a groan. Of all the kids in this stupid school the alpha had to pick the slow puppy to turn.

"Listen, McCall." Jackson said, loosing patience. She didn't blame him. "You're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from because there's no way in hell that you're kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost."

She could practically see the lightbulb over Scott's head turn on. "Oh you mean steroids." He frowned. "Are you on steroids?"

She might've laughed if he wasn't so serious.

"What the hell is going on with you, McCall?!" Jackson pushed him against the lockers.

She stepped out from behind the corner and made her way to them, mildly concerned the new werewolf was going to rip the jackass's face off.

She stopped short, however, when she heard Scott fight back.

"What's wrong with me? You really wanna know?!"

Jackson nodded in a 'duh' way and let him go.

"Well so would I! Cause I can see, hear and smell things, that I shouldn't be able to see, hear and smell. I do things that should be impossible! I'm sleepwalking, three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced I'm totally out of my freaking mind!"

He collapsed back against the locker with a loud sigh.

Jackson chuckled. "You think your funny, don't you McCall? I know you're hiding something and I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes."

He hit the locker beside Scott's head and stormed away.

Scott closed his eyes leaning back against the lockers.

"Well." She spoke leaning against the locker next to him relishing in the slight squeak he made as he jumped.

"That was intense."

He stared at her for a second, his expression oddly similar to his best friend's.

"Are you talking to me?" He asked.

She raised her eyebrows and looked around the empty hallway they were in the middle of.

He nodded in agreement. "Uh, yeah. How much of that did you hear?"

She shrugged pushing off the locker to start across the hall to her own locker, he followed.

"Just the part where he threatened you like some kind of forties mobster and punched a locker." She lied, pulling Allison's blue scarf from her own locker, exchanging it with her geometry book.

"Is that Allison's?" He asked desperately, with a little suspicion staring at the fabric in her hands as if it were the Holy Grail. He took a deep breath, probably trying to inhale the scent of his crush from the material. He furrowed his brows and tilted his head slightly looking around. She knew he could smell the werewolf in her and didn't know it, so started talking again.

She shrugged. "She left it in class."

That started to walk through the halls toward the lacrosse field where practice was starting soon. "She asked me to get it to watch practice now."

"She's gonna be there?"

She nodded.

"So are you like...friends? With Allison?" He asked awkwardly.

"I don't really have friends. I'm more of a loner." She denied.

"But you kept her scarf in your locker." He pointed out.

She shrugged, looking down at it.

He smiled.

"So big day Friday. You ready?" She asked, changing the subject from herself.

He stopped to star at her with wide panicked eyes. "What?"

She raised a brow. "The date. With Allison? To the party?" She really meant the full moon but he didn't know that.

"Oh." He sighed with relief as they started outside and toward the field. "Yeah. Right."

"She told me this morning. Seemed pretty excited."

"Really?" He beamed.

"Look." She stopped him about ten feet from the bleachers where she saw Allison look at them worriedly and Stilinski gaped.

"Allison's a sweet girl."

He nodded in agreement.

"She's happy you asked her to this thing, but she doesn't know..." She took a deep breath. "Just be careful with her okay? Don't hurt her." She glared at him.

She didn't want the girl's hunter family going crazy if their innocent daughter got ripped apart on the full moon.

He gulped at the hard tone and fiery eyes of the beautiful girl in front of him. He could read between the lines. Sometimes. He knew the raven haired girl meant business.

He nodded. "I promise, I won't hurt her."

On purpose, she amended in her head but nodded anyway.

Without another word she turned and went to climb the bleachers to sit by Allison and Lydia who were looking at her questioningly. She handed Allison her scarf and sat down as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, what was that? Do you like McCall too?" Lydia bent forward eyes wide with mischief, unaware of Allison's slight flinch.

She scoffed. "I was warning him."

"Of what?" Allison asked curiously.

"Not to try anything funny with you on Friday." She said simply.

Allison smiled. "Really?"

She shrugged like it was no big deal.

"You threatened him for me?"

She frowned looking ahead as the lacrosse players got warmed up.

"You did. I knew you liked me." Allison teased her hard new friend.

"I don't like you." She denied. "I'm using you to get close to your family so I kill them all in a bloody act of revenge."

Allison and Lydia chuckled.

"You best friend speech-ed McCall." Lydia stated.

She shook her head but her lips twitched.

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

"Dude were you talking to Oriana?" Stiles asked him as he walked up.

Scott nodded. He wasn't going to admit it but that girl was scary. There was something about her too, something about her just felt familiar. She smelt different then others too. Kind of woodsy and floral. Feminine but musky. Almost...animal like?

"Well what did she say? Did she say anything about me?" Stiles asked desperately.

He looked at his best friend. "Why would she? She doesn't even know your name."

"Wow." Stiles said offended. "That's just - that's- thanks dude." He shook his head with a huff.

"Anyway, man, listen." Stiles started again with new urgency.

"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man, can it wait?" He asked putting his gloves on.

"Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fibre analysis came back from the lab in LA. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"

Scott shook his head watching Coach wave him over frantically from the field.

"Stiles, I gotta go."

"Wait, no! Scott, Scott!" Stiles stumbled after him for a second, before Scott ran off to Coach.

"You're not gonna believe what the animal was!" He called. Stiles watched after Scott. He sighed. "It was a wolf." He said to no one.

Coach blew the whistle and Stiles turned around flailing his arms as he went to sit on the bench. His eyes caught pale green orbs looking at him under perfect black furrowed brows. The way her left arched slightly higher naturally just did things to him. Bad things.

She looked almost worried. Her soft plump lips were pursed and her sun kissed skin was adorably red at the cheeks from the cold and her thick black hair cascaded around her shoulders in big loose curls almost like a silky mane. Her leather jacket didn't look very warm and he wanted to offer her his hoodie. He knew she'd look great in the red cloth. She was so exotic and beautiful. She stuck out like a sore thumb in Beacon Hills. In a good way. A very very good way.

As he stared he saw her arched brow intentionally raise in question. He blushed started jogging onto the field with the rest of the team.

Distantly he made the connection between Oriana Hale and Derek Hale. They must be related but he'd never seen Oriana before. He was certain he'd remember if he had. He recognized Derek from around town years ago, but had never seen nor heard of an Oriana Hale.

He shook all thoughts of the raven haired goddess behind him and focused on his best friend that may or may not be turning into a werewolf.

He didn't notice that he'd not looked at Lydia once today.

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

After texting Derek about what she'd heard Stilinski, or Stiles as she'd found out, tell Scott, she had listened to Coach make a motivational speech to the guys on the lacrosse field. Something about cream cheese.

She watched Scott twist, jump and flip around the field as he scored a goal with ease, leaving the crowd cheering and whooping. She shook her head. He was getting too pumped. He was too inexperienced and naive to his new abilities, and wasn't doing anything to reign himself in or ease suspicion. Which wasn't good with hunters in town. She might have to step in before her cousin if he keeps at this rate.

Everyone cheered again when Coach told him he'd made first line. She sat in her seat unsure of what to do, noticing Stiles was sitting on the bench with worried eyes trained on his friend.

"So your coming tonight right?" Allison asked.

She snapped her head toward her friend. "What? Where?"

"Lydia's party."

She laughed shortly. "Ha, no."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Please!"

"Why do you want me to go? It's your date with Scott you'll be on a date doing date things, why would I be there?"

Allison laughed. "Because it's a party. It's not just gonna be me and Scott. And I need you there."

Oriana stared at her. "No."

Allison groaned.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

We're going to that party tonight to keep an eye on Scott. It's his first full moon.

She exhaled deeply before turning to Allison who was looking at her pleadingly with a playful pout.

"Fine."

"Yes!" She cheered throwing her arms around the she-wolf who stiffened instantly. Allison let go quickly so didn't notice. She started talking about outfit choices which got Lydia's attention. Oriana was content to just sit back and let them discuss that.

She wondered why Allison felt so comfortable around her. She was still awkward and nervous around Lydia at times, and they'd defiantly talked more and had more in common. It couldn't be her charming fuzzy personality or her deep conversation skills. She shrugged, people are weird.

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

"You're not wearing that." Derek told her as she walked downstairs in her outfit for the dance. She looked down at herself in confusion.

She wore one of the few dresses she owned, one Laura had bought her. It was tight but not body con tight, rich burgundy coloured and cotton-y for comfort, it reached just about mid-thigh and had a boat neckline that showed minimal cleavage and three quarter length sleeves. She's paired it with her leather jacket and black peep toe ankle boots that zipped up at the front. It showed her long smooth tan and toned legs but that was about it. She had straightened her hair so it fell in a thick sheet of shiny black just to the small of her back, with some forming an edgy bump on the top of her head. Her make-up was simple; smoky eyes with liner and red lips. Well if she was going to this stupid party she was going to look good. Admittedly she was a little dressed up as Lydia had told her to just dress cute/casual. But then again causal to Lydia was skirt or dresses. Oriana didn't think the girl owned a pair of jeans.

She shrugged. Derek huffed and grabbed his car keys.

"Why are you going again?" She asked him as they drove toward the address Lydia had text her. "You're a little old to be hanging out at high school parties."

He faked a laugh. "It's the full moon remember. I have to keep an eye on Scott."

She shrugged, looking out the window at the big houses on Lydia's street.

"You better not be thinking of drinking tonight either." He told her.

"Yes, Dad." She lied. If she was going to babysit teen wolf at this stupid party she was drinking. It's not like she could get drunk anyway.

When they got there they split up, Derek blending into the night and her rolling her eyes at his batman tendencies walking straight up to the front door.

It was open so she walked right in past groups of other teenagers that stared at her. She ignored the dull pain in her head at the loud music as she looked around for someone she knew. She'd left her leather jacket in the car, much to the frustration of Derek. She was glad as the crowded house was too hot for it anyway.

She caught sight of Lydia and Jackson talking to some other lacrosse guys and walked over, again taking no notice of the stares on her and her swaying hips or exposed legs.

She was right; she had overdressed. Or as she liked to think, everyone else was under dressed.

Lydia was wearing a tight sleeveless plum coloured dress that went great with her curled red hair. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of Oriana.

"Wow. You know how to dress up. I love those shoes!" Lydia told her as when she'd gotten close enough. The lacrosse boys around them all stopped to look at her but she kept her eyes on Lydia.

"Yeah. Nice dress." She said in her usual short way.

"Your hair is so gorgeous!" Lydia said pulling some over her shoulder where it fell down, framing her right breast. She heard the guys heartbeats pick up and stopped herself from growling at them. The full moon was starting to affect her.

"Thanks. I grow it myself." She snarked. Lydia giggled good naturedly as a few of the guys laughed in an over the top kind of way.

She eyed them and they immediately shut up, glancing down at the red plastic cups in their hands.

"Yeah you look amazing Oriana." Jackson told her, the heat in his eyes almost burning her.

She nodded politely, pretending not to notice Lydia glaring at him and slapping his arm.

"I'm Danny." A tall, buff, handsome guy with tan skin next to Jackson said offering her his hand. She noticed his heartbeat was steady, his eyes kind and focused on hers. Was he-?

"Are those Louise Vuitton?" He asked nodding to her feet.

She looked down to her shoes with a genuine laugh and nodded. Yep. Gay.

"Ignore these hound dogs, they see skirt and they drool." He told her.

She laughed. Danny was cool in her book.

"Let's go outside." Lydia said dragging her through the house and out of some open sliding doors to a pool come patio area.

Lydia showed Oriana to the drinks table before Jackson stole her away to make out against the side of the house, his eyes watching Oriana as he kissed Lydia. She rolled her eyes, and started inside keeping an eye out for Allison. After a few minutes of brushing off anyone who tried to catch her attention she spotted Allison leading Scott outside. She saw Oriana on the way and stopped to say hello.

"Thank you so much for coming. You look great! I feel so under dressed now." Allison said pulling the hem of her fashion blazer self-consciously peeking up at Scott who smiled at her dumbly.

She shook her head, trying to look reassuring. "You look great. Right Scott?"

"Huh?" The boy in question snapped his head around from staring at Allison and looked at her blankly.

"See?"

Allison giggled.

"Have you seen Lydia?"

"Yeah she's outside having her face sucked off by Jackass."

Scott laughed while Allison tried to look scolding but failed when her dimples twitched as she fought a smile.

"You two go on outside and dance." She commanded.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Scott show the lady a good time." She said pushing her friend toward the boy who was more than willing. She watched the goofy couple head outside with a parting wave. Scott's heartbeat was steady and he seemed in control for now, so she decided to just watch from a distance, plus Derek was lurking somewhere to keep an eye too.

She decided to go in search of a real drink. She went into the quieter large kitchen which contained a few people chatting and a couple making out, not as wildly as she'd seen from Jackson and Lydia but still sickening. She was never one for public displays of affection. She spotted a liquor cabinet near a window where she could keep an eye on Scott and Allison, and headed that way. She dumped the beer Lydia had given her outside and swilled the red cup. She opened the cupboard and took down the bottle of whisky near the back. She poured almost a cupful.

She put the bottle back and closed the cabinet before taking a long gulp of her whisky. She sighed contentedly, watching Allison wrap her arms around Scott's neck as they danced.

"I saw that you know."

She jumped slightly. She turned to see Stiles standing a bit behind her and wandered how she'd not noticed him there.

He looked handsome in his salmon coloured fitted shirt and black tie. His hands were in his black jeans pockets and he looked at her with an almost confident smirk. His cheeks were flushed and she caught a faint whiff of alcohol. Liquid luck.

"Saw what?" She asked innocently.

"That." He motioned to the cup in her hands.

"Well I wasn't hiding it so..." She took another sip, eyes locked on his. His lips parted as she pulled back to lick the liquid from her rogue lips. She briefly bit into her bottom lip and he blinked rapidly shaking his head as if to clear it.

She smirked turning around to lean back against the counter, letting his eyes run over her front. She may have pushed her chest out. Just a little.

"So, uh." He choked. "How do you drink that stuff?"

She glanced down at her cup and then back up to his eyes noticing that the drink was the same shade as his bright orbs. Whisky eyes indeed.

"High tolerance." She shrugged.

"Can I...?" He held out a hand.

"You won't like it."

"Pshhh." He laughed. "I think I'll be okay."

She smirked, handing him the drink. As their fingers brushed she felt a shock of electric heat shoot through her arm right into her chest and she snapped her eyes to his. They were wide with shock and seemed to darken slightly.

After a moment of intense eye contact she dropped her hand and eyes, breathing deeply. It's just the full moon, she told herself.

He took a deep breath before impulsively taking in a gulp of the whisky. His face spammed uncontrollably and adorably. He looked like a baby tasting a lemon. She had to laugh.

He was quick to pass her back the cup, trying to play down his coughs.

"That, uh..." He rasped throatily. "That's strong."

She laughed turning around to get him a cup from a nearby stack and filled it with cold tap water.

"Here."

He took the cup thankfully, chugging about half of it quickly.

He nodded to himself, "Shouldn't have done that."

She laughed.

They were silent for a minute listening to the loud dance music and people mingling.

"You look really beautiful, Oriana."

She looked up in surprise. No one had ever called her beautiful. She'd heard hot, sexy, amazing, great but never beautiful, not even from her family. For some reason she liked that this spastic whisky eyed boy had been the first.

She could feel her cheeks involuntarily heating and looked down, her long lashes brushing her cheeks.

She took a deep breath. "Thank you." She said almost shyly. She looked up through her lashes to see him smiling softly at her.

Before either of them could say more they saw a dark streak stumble past the large archway of the kitchen. They both looked to see Scott's familiar mop of brown hair.

Stiles immediately followed glancing at her apologetically before he left the room.

She exhaled deeply and tried to calm her heart and her hormones and went in search of Allison. She found her just reaching the entrance to the kitchen in the hallway.

"Hey have you seen Scott? We were dancing and he just left." Allison asked her.

She shrugged. "I don't think he was feeling well. Stiles said he has asthma?" She followed Allison as she starting toward the front door in the direction her date had gone.

They got outside and down the front steps in time to see Scott stumbling into his car and speeding away.

"Allison."

They both turned to see Derek standing behind them. Oriana raised a brow, silently asking what the hell he was doing.

"I'm a friend of Scott's." He told Allison with a small friendly smile, his arms tucked into his pockets casually.

Allison glanced at the back lights of Scott's car before they disappeared from sight. She turned back to look at Derek cautiously.

"My names Derek," he smiled charmingly. "He wanted me to tell you that he's sorry he took off but he wasn't feeling too good." He smiled again.

Allison smiled back, obviously taken in by his older handsome good looks and winning smile.

"He wanted me to give you a ride home, if that's okay with you."

"Uh." She looked around nervously.

"Derek you're creeping the girl out." Oriana sounded from beside Allison, smiling just as charmingly as her cousin. Allison thought this was probably the first time she saw the girl really smile.

"You know him?" Allison asked her confused.

"This is my cousin Derek Hale."

Allison looked between them with wide eyes. She could see the similarities, strong cheekbones and jaws, pale green eyes, black hair and fondness for leather.

"He's my guardian so he dropped me off and came to pick me up. Your place is on our way."

Allison smiled then, feeling better about the whole situation. "That would be great if it's not too much trouble."

Derek waved a hand, as if she were silly for saying it, "It's fine, really. You're my little cousins first best friend. She's been talking about you all week, I feel like I already know you." He led them to the Camero smirking as he felt his cousin's glare on his back.

Allison nudged her arm and smiled widely, flattered. She ignored when Oriana rolled her eyes at her, her new best friend seemed to do that a lot.

Oriana let Allison into the backseat before getting into the passengers.

The ride to Allison's was mostly filled with Oriana complaining to Derek about him opening the window and having the heat on at the same time, to which he lowered her window too and locked it from control pad on his own door, aswell as turned the heating on full. Oriana then tried to hold her hair down as wind whipped it about from Derek's speeding. He pretended not to hear her complaining while Allison laughed in the backseat at the childish banter between the two. She liked this playful side of her hard friend and was happy she'd been allowed to see it.

When they finally pulled in Oriana was quick to let Allison out with a quick one sided hug from Allison before saying goodbye, not wanting to linger in the driveway of her family's murderers. Derek felt the same way, speeding out of there after giving Allison one last friendly smile and a wave.

"Are you going to go find Scott now?" Opera asked quickly.

Derek nodded, pulling the car over in the empty road near the woods.

"Drive home and stay inside. I'll go find him." Before she could comment he'd grabbed something from the backseat and exited the car, jogging into the dark woods.

She sighed. "Sure. Why not."

She slid over into the drivers seat and started home, speeding down the street. She smiled widely. One good thing came out of tonight, she thought to herself. I get to drive the Camero.

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The next day at school Oriana hid with Allison who was avoiding Scott. So she only saw him and Stiles briefly in classes where she didn't talk to them and they didn't talk to her. She did, however, hear them whispering her name along with Derek's with their heads close together as if they thought she couldn't hear. Boys, she thought. They knew that Derek was a wolf now, so logically they knew she was one too, or she presumed they were smart enough to make that deduction. Then again they were sitting a table over from her in chemistry talking about her, thinking she couldn't hear.

At the very least they knew she was related to a werewolf somehow, they didn't know how yet, and also that she might know of Scott's wolf-ism. They avoided making eye contact and she smelt something from Stiles that smelt like an odd mix of sadness and betrayal when he was in a near proximity to her.

It was the end of the day and she'd just said goodbye to Allison and walked over to her black Audi. The last couple of days Derek had driven her just but today she decided she was ready to go it alone. She distantly heard Scott finally having the courage to approach Allison and beg for a second chance which was given pretty quickly.

She was about to get into her car when she glanced over to see Allison getting into a red car and a man who she presumed was her father shutting the door for her. She stopped. They never knew if Chris Argent was in on the fire, only that his evil sister was defiantly the one who lit the match, so to speak. The sight of the man gave her shivers none the less. She saw Scott staring at Chris dumbly, obviously recognizing him from the attack the night before.

Derek had told her about it, but he'd obviously neglected to tell Scott that the hunter that had skewered him was the father of his girlfriend.

Bad Derek. She sighed, before driving home.

So, there ya go, the second half of episode 1. Like I said from now on I will upload whole episodes in chapters, they may be longer but I have a feeling you guys won't mind ;) Now the first episode is up, i'll start uploading chapters one or two a week, depends how much time I have to write. Let me know if there's any questions or anything you guys want to see in upcoming episodes. Thanks, and remember to review ")