"Life is a lone wolf, scratching out a living with teeth and claws and a heart of stone."
― Dan Wells, Ruins

One is only as invincible as their smallest weakness.

For Faith, her family had once been her rock, her strength. But now they had become her weakness. She would no longer yearn for them.

Her emotions had been one of her weaknesses, and her family ended up falling one by one. She would no longer let herself be ruled by them.

Fear is a weakness, for it makes one lose their nerve and become jumpy and nervous. And when that happens, there is always a chance to be taken advantage of. Fear had consumed Faith. She would no longer be afraid.

Her emotions, her family, her fear; they were her weaknesses.

And she would no longer be weak.

Three years later...

Faith had been living in the States for the past year or so, having originally lived in Ireland for the most part of her life. She also had French blood, and spent some of her time in France aswell. Her uncle remained her one and only close relative (she was aware of a few distant cousins in Ireland and France) after the death of her family; and that had hit her hard. She was no longer the young, bubbly girl she once was- a feisty,sharp witted and wicked young woman had replaced her. She continued to hunt, along with her uncle, and hunt was all she really seemed to show any emotion for; which was primarily anger and hatred. But, oh, how hypocritical she could be.

This change had become her all because of the death of her family. For they were the ones who died yet she was the one who couldn't seem to live.

Currently, their new home of residence was situated in Beacon Hills. They had moved into the new house over the past few weeks, having nearly all of their considerably few belongings unpacked and sorted within that time. The sun sat low in the sky, casting a misty glaze over the seemingly sleepy town, indicating that it was quite early in the morning. She had enrolled at Beacon Hills High School, and was starting a week or two into the new term, due to her moving home. Her uncle was silent in the large, black SUV for the most part of the journey to school. Faith occupied herself with taking in the surroundings as they passed by. It seemed like a quiet enough town, and she would never have expected her uncle to choose such a place to live, had it not been for the very...interesting murder and attempted murder that had occurred quite recently.

'So, they say she was found in half?' Faith questioned her uncle, breaking the silence.

'Oui, but that's not the most interesting part, believe or not. They found traces of some sort of chemical on her, and I was able to get my hands on the reports. It was wolfsbane,' Arnaud stated.

'Hunters?'

'Not necessarily, in burials, some choose to retain the wolf form. I think that's what most likely happened here, wherever the other half is- especially since there were some bites marks, too. But she was cut in half, I believe that that could indicate hunters. It seems a little medieval, but still. I need you to watch out for them, d'accord?' Her uncle said, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to seek her reply.

Faith nodded, 'D'accord.'

'Then there's the second victim- the bus driver, who has been hospitalised,' he reached behind the seat and quickly grabbed another file, handing it to his niece. Faith looked at the report, paying close attention to the pictures. There were claw marks all down his legs and a few up near his throat and face.

'This definitely has to be a werewolf,' Faith stated, still looking at the photographs.

'Oui-though it has obviously been filed as an animal attack. They had a Mr. Hale, ou quelqu'un (or someone), in custody but they've released him now.'

'Could he be...?'

'Peut-être (Maybe),' Arnaud replied, 'the girl found in half is his sister.'

Faith raised her eyebrows at that fact, 'So I suppose I am looking out for him too?'

Arnaud gave his niece a look that stated 'obviously'.

'Now,' he changed the subject slightly, 'I hope you have a good day at school. But I need you to listen out for anything. I heard the Sheriff's, Stilinski I think, son and his friend were involved somehow, and a young boy was attacked by some ''animal''. And that boy happens to be the friend. So, please be nice,' he added, as an afterthought.

Faith gave him a look, and replied with a sigh, 'I suppose I will try,' she teased slightly, being more of herself in front of the only person she could trust.

'Good girl. Now, out,' he said with a smile, pulling up near the entrance of the school. Grabbing her school bag, Faith got out of the car, bidding a goodbye to her only remaining family. She was slightly aware of him driving off, but her eyes were trained on the large building. Faith hated high school with a passion. She hated the fact she had to be held back a year because of how they taught things differently here, and because she moved around a lot. She hated the fact she had to interact with annoying teenagers who were so different from her. Surprisingly, the only thing that made school bearable for her was the distraction of learning. Letting out a heavy sigh, she made her way up the steps into the new environment.

Oh, how she loved being the new girl.

'Settle down, now!' The teacher projected her voice over the last hushed tones of the teenagers in the class, 'We have a new student today, and I would like to hope you all make her feel welcome. This is Faith Trusler. Now, Faith, you can take a seat near the back, beside Mr. Stilinski,' she pointed to the only seat available in the class, next to a short-haired, slightly nerd-chic boy. Faith weaved her way through the array of desks and other students, quickly taking her seat.

'Stiles,' he said with a grin, offering a hand. Faith just looked at him for a moment, about to ignore him, but realising what his name was. So this was the Sheriff's son. Reminding herself to be friendly, Faith forced a smile and shook his hand, 'Faith, as you know already.'

'You're clearly not from here, you've a weird accent,' he stated his question.

'Thanks,' Faith said sarcastically, but tried to sound as least cheeky as possible, 'But yeah, I'm Irish. And French. My dad's side is French, mother's is Irish, but I lived in Ireland mostly,' She offered, trying to be as...well, normal. Faith wasn't exactly what you would define as 'normal'...

'Ah, cool! Well, my family is basically American, nothing very interesting there,' he said with a chuckle. Faith just smiled, not really knowing nor caring to carry on the conversation for the meantime. Stiles seemed nice enough, a little dorky, but nice none-the-less. She knew that she would have to learn to be a lot friendlier than she was at the minute, but that took effort- and she was just so not bothered to change that. She had only been at this new school for about twenty minutes, for crying out loud. She would need at least a day to adapt, and so she hoped she could get through this first day without having to act like someone she wasn't.

In all honesty, Faith was a bitch. Not just some high school, Queen Bee type bitch- she was a cruel, heartless bitch sometimes. Could you really blame her, however, especially after what she had been through? Her family had been slaughtered not once, but twice; the second time round being right in front of her own eyes. It wasn't exactly the soul-softening experience that made a person nice. It wasn't the sole reason that Faith was the way she was though. It was mainly because of that, but also because she had to move around so much that she hated getting that little bit closer to someone, to just have to leave them behind. She also didn't trust herself not to hurt those that she liked. If Faith struggled to control herself around those few that she did like, God knows how she was going to cope with being nice and controlling herself around these new people she didn't.

Faith jerked out of her thoughts as the very loud, and highly annoying school bell rang, letting students and teachers alike that first period had started. She'd have to let her hearing get used to that again.

'Here, I'll show you around. I don't exactly mind missing the start of class to show you to yours,' Stiles said, all innocent eyes and smiles, 'Where are you first period?'

'Uh, I don't know. I don't have my timetable or anything...'Faith trailed off, looking to Stiles.

'Nooo problemo,' he chirped, 'Follow me, we just need to get it from the office. Faith nodded, not really seeing any other choice. She was slightly lazy by nature, and though she was starting to get annoyed with just how cheerful Stiles was, she was entirely too lazy to search the school for the office herself , or the teacher that had directed her to her form room (Why didn't he just give me my timetable? She thought as a side not to herself). So, begrudgingly, she followed the all-too-happy-guy.

It was a short walk, but Faith felt that Stiles could talk the hind leg of a donkey- scratch that, all legs off a donkey. Once upon a time, she had been like that too, but time changes everything, no matter how desperately you try to cling to what you want and know best.

'...and you can come sit with us at lunch. Well, some of ''us'' randomly decided to grace us with their popular presence, but anyway. I think you'll like Allison, she's new too. Only started at the start of this year. And here we are,' Stiles finished. Faith quickly got her timetable, before returning to Stiles side. 'Guess I'm in the same class as you, 'cause I've History first too,' Stiles stated, that dorky smile still plastered on his face. Faith forced another smile, 'Great,' she said, unbeknownst to him, sarcastically.

'Uhm, hey, can I ask you about something?' Faith questioned quite suddenly, remembering she also had another purpose of going to school apart from school-stuff.

'Yessum, shoot,' Stiles looked to her as he guided her to class.

'It's not about school but about what happened yesterday? I mean, that guy who was attacked...it's pretty strange for such a small place like this, isn't it?'

Stiles shrugged, fixing the straps of his school bag, 'It is pretty weird. First the girl who was found in half and now this guy,' he seemed to act a little more reserved now, which made Faith wonder.

'Did you know him?'

'No-Scott did. He was his bus driver for a while. Anyway, here's the class,' Stiles chirped, stepping aside and motioning to the door.

Faith gave him a lazy smile, noting how he didn't seem to speak that much about the topic. He obviously knew something about what happened; knew something more than anyone else did, and she needed to find out more.

It was finally home time, and Faith was more than glad that it was. She had met the rest of Stiles friends- including Scott, who was the friend she figured out had been 'attacked' by an animal. She knew exactly what he was, she could smell it off him right away. He obviously hadn't been turned for long as he was not doing the best of jobs to hide from...those in the know, about what he was. Nobody else in the group really interested Faith that much- Jackson was the typical, asshole jock and Lydia being Miss Populaire (though surprisingly smart, she noted, as Lydia did seem to try dumb herself down so to speak).

But Allison...Now, Allison was something entirely different to Scott and the rest of the group. Faith could smell it; she stank of wolfsbane. Allison's surname just further confirmed her suspicions. Argent was a hunter surname, being French for silver, although more commonly translated nowadays as money. She would need to watch out for her.

Sliding into her uncle's SUV, Faith greeted him with a 'salut'. Arnaud returned the hello, and headed home, 'Did you find anything at all today?' He quizzed her.

Faith grinned, 'Why, of course mon oncle, how could you doubt me so?' She teased dryly. She simply got an eye roll fro him and she continued on, 'Scott, the Sheriff's son's friend- Stiles is the sheriff's son by the way- was indeed attacked by an animal. Our kind of animal, 'she hinted. Arnaud glanced to his niece, raising his eyebrows, directing her to continue,'The man was a bus driver, too. He was Scott's a while back apparently, so I believe he has something to do with the attack. Or he at least knows something,' Faith added, continuing, 'And there are also hunters here. They just moved here, apparently. The Argents. Scott and Stiles are friends with their daughter, Allison.'

Arnaud groaned inwardly to himself, 'Merde (shit)...are you sure they are hunters, definitely those hunters?' He questioned Faith.

'Yeah, one hundred percent sure. I could smell the wolfsbane off of her from a mile away.'

'You need to be extra careful. Try find out what you can from her, but don't get too close, s'il tu plait (please). I don't want her family finding out anything about you. Plus, we both know how hunters can be as territorial and pack-like, like werewolves,' her uncle warned, 'The Argents, they're pretty ruthless hunters too. Even more so than...well, you know,' he finished.

Faith nodded, 'I'll be careful. After all, I was trained by the best,' she tried to lighten the heavy mood between them.

Arnaud smiled, 'Bien. Now, what about dinner?'

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