"Each meeting occurs at the precise moment for which it was meant. Usually, when it will have the greatest impact on our lives."

- Nadia Scrieva, Fathoms of Forgiveness

Faith understood the risk of going out on a full moon. It wasn't that she was afraid of the moon's hold over her- no, she had learned to control that in the beginning. She needed to be careful now, to not be spotted as a hunter. It would ruin everything. She would not be able to establish relationships with the new wolf, Scott, and the hunters' daughter, Alison. But of course wolves were most active under the influence of a full moon.

Faith had donned gear that was far more subtle than her usual gear. Her black pants contained few pockets and straps, convenient for carrying weapons. Her top was plain and grey, and her dark jacket looked like it was for every day use: minus the hidden pockets and straps stitched into the inner lining. She carried only a few daggers, and small gun with a silencer, containing a few silver bullets. She could always use her claws too, of course.

Faith had been following old tracks, though she was sure they belonged to a werewolf. The depth and skid of the tracks, although appearing human, definitely suggested that these footprints were created by a speed too fast for a human to run. She picked up a scent and the further she followed the tracks, the stronger and more vaguely familiar it became- and she hoped she would find to whom the tracks belonged. Although Faith did not plan to hunt any werewolves, she needed to discover just how many there were in Beacon Hills- and see if they could help her get the Alpha.

It wasn't long before Faith discovered two beings hidden amongst the trees. She spotted Scott, which was not a surprise, but the other person she did not recognize. He was the personification of tall, dark and handsome. She could still appreciate a good looking guy... Even if she would have to get rid of him, eventually.

They suddenly began to fight, but it was short lived. The bigger, unfamiliar wolf pinned Scott against a tree, telling him to stay quiet. It was only a few seconds later that Faith soon realised why. She heard the clicks of guns and the stretching of taut wire from bows, sounds she was well accustomed to: they were hunters, and she could only assume they were the Argents.

The bigger wolf ordered Scott to run, but he seemed too dazed and confused and was caught off guard by a flash arrow. Faith stayed in the cover of shadows behind a tree, and she felt herself willing Scott to move. He couldn't get caught, not when she needed him. But the bright flash caused him to blunder too much and a whoosh sounded as another arrow flew through the air, lodging itself in Scott's arm, pinning him against a tree.

"Take him."

Shit, Faith cursed mentally. He couldn't get caught. Faith searched quickly for a sign of the other wolf, but couldn't find him. She cursed again. She would have to save Scott's hide from the hunters. She moved as silently as she could, placing her feet where there were less leaves and twigs that would snap under her weight, and moved quickly taking out two of the hunters. Something blurry moved past her and she noticed the other wolf again, who grabbed Scott and pulled him away from the hunters. He glanced over his shoulder quickly, catching Faith's eye. She looked away sharply, and began running herself, needing to get away from the remaining hunter as well. It wouldn't do if she was caught either.

With the sudden appearance of hunters, Faith became a little disorientated as to where she was exactly within the woods. She had been trying to retrace her steps for the last twenty minutes or so, but all she could see were trees. She couldn't pick up a scent either, and guessed she really had travelled far from where she had set out on this night. A few minutes later, she finally found something that wasn't a tree.

It was an old-looking, dilapidated house. At least a quarter of the house near the back looked as if it had been burnt, the wood black and crumbling, and some of it had collapsed inwards. She slowly made her way towards the front door, curiosity inviting her to look around.

Crack.

As soon as Faith stopped, a voice spoke up, "Who are you?"

She recognised the scent straight away. Faith raised her eyes to the heavens, then turned around, with a smile on her face, "Hello Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome."

He simply glared at her.

"When you clench your jaw like that it just accentuates how strong and angled it really is," She teased.

He fisted his hand, looking away for a moment and unclenching his jaw, "What were you doing out tonight?"

"What were you?"She challenged. Faith folded her arms and held his gaze. His eyes had an unusual paleness to them, but they were a beautiful shade of green...

He sighed, glaring again at her, "How do you know Scott McCall?"

"Who?"

"There's no point in lying. You wouldn't have saved him in such a panic, otherwise."

He was smart, Faith decided, but remained silent.

Faith should've anticipated what happened next. She was aware of the crunch of leaves and twigs poking into her back, and a weight above her. He had pinned her to the ground and his hand was wrapped around her throat, though he was being surprisingly gentle with his grip, considering. Those beautiful green eyes flashed to an electric blue, and he bared his teeth at her. The wolf in her couldn't help but respond with a low growl, warning him to back off.

And back off, he did. He got off her and stood up, and to her surprise, offered her a hand. She took it, and he pulled her off the ground. Faith tilted her head a little, studying him.

"You're a wolf."

"No shit, Sherlock. I wondered why you pounced on me. Do you do that to every girl you meet?"

"I had to be sure," he said. Faith supposed it was the closest she was going to get to an apology. "I'm Derek," he offered her that detail, in the hope she would offer him something in return. Faith eyed him again, his scent all that bit stronger from pinning her to the ground and standing so close to her now.

"Faith."

"What?"

"My name. It's Faith." She explained.

Derek nodded in understanding, "How do you know Scott McCall?" He asked again.

Faith didn't want to tell him anything. She especially didn't want to tell him anything because of the feeling that she got from him, a feeling that said she could tell him anything.

"I know him from school." Damn.

"You're in school? So, what are you, like fifteen, sixteen?" Derek asked confused. She looked at least nineteen.

"What does my age matter? And I'm not. I'm older," was all the information she gave him, albeit not that much older.

"Do you know those hunters?" Derek asked, stepping a little closer as his questions grew a little more serious.

Faith turned from him and headed up the steps to the house, "No. What is this place?"

Derek decided not to ask her any more of those types of questions as he didn't want to spook her. She was quite intriguing, even though he had only just met her under odd circumstances. "It's the old Hale house." He continued when he saw the questioning look on her face, "It burned down six years ago...Nearly everyone died."

"Wasn't that girl, who was cut in half...wasn't she Hale?" Faith remembered looking at the reports of the mysterious death and her uncle had worked out it out- it was one of the main reasons that brought Arnaud and herself to Beacon Hills. She noticed something flicker in his eyes, and felt...anguish from him.

"Yeah. She was one of the survivors. There were two others." He told her, "Wait, how did you know...?"

Faith didn't answer him hoping he wouldn't press her further. She pushed the door open and looked around the inside. Again, she felt the anguish and it also seemed like he was holding back a little. Faith noticed his scent seemed to filter through the house...was this his home? It could explain the angst.

He said nothing as she looked around, and she found it weird how oddly they were getting on with each other. It really was quite a bizarre conversation and interaction they were having. Faith felt like she could speak to him, like she knew him. They were acting quite civil and as if what they were doing was completely acceptable and normal: talking about wolves, hunters, a dead family and all in the middle of the night in said dead family's home. Yes, quite normal.

"You just moved here, right?" Derek questioned Faith.

"Yeah. How did you guess?" She asked nonchalantly, looking over her shoulder to see if he was still following her on her trek around the lower level of the house.

"I've never seen you before. And you're a wolf. I think I'd know if there was another wolf in my territory."

Faith laughed, "Your territory? You sure ain't an alpha and I don't even think you're part of a pack."

He let out a heavy breath through his nose, and Faith felt the anguish border into anger.

"You're not part of a pack, either," Derek retorted.

Faith stopped and turned to face him, "Why don't you have a pack? Aren't there any wolves in Beacon Hills apart from Scott?"

Derek paused for a moment, not knowing whether to answer her or not. But he gave in, subconsciously glad there was another werewolf who actually knew how to act like one, and not some newly turned kid like Scott. "There's one more, as far as I'm aware. An alpha."

Faith pretended like this was new information, her eyebrows raising in surprise, "Why don't you join his? Or her pack?"

He was talking to much to her. Especially for having just met her. "I think you should leave now," he stated.

Faith knew not to push her luck. She was aware that some things take time, and Derek was one of those things. She didn't argue with him, and nodded in agreement. "Maybe I'll see more of you around. You seem pretty friendly with Scott."

"I've got a feeling you will," Derek scoffed.

"Your smell is pretty ingrained in this house, you know," Faith mentioned as she walked down the front steps. "I'll see you later, Hale," she grinned, taking off and heading home.

Faith managed to find her way back to her car again, without too much trouble. She kept an eye out for the alpha on the path back, but there was no sign of him- or her- anywhere. When she got back to the house, her uncle was still up.

"Tu as trouvé quelque chose? (Did you find something?)" He asked.

"Pas vraiment. Il y a trois des gens qu'ils sont loups: Scott, un autre homme qui s'appelle Derek, et il y a plus un. Mais, je ne le connais pas...(Not really. There are three people who are wolves: Scott, another man called Derek, and one more. But I don't know who...)," Faith replied.

Arnaud nodded, "Bon nuit," he said with a loving smile, going on to bed.

Faith soon followed, setting her alarm for the hell of school in the morning. Even as a hunter and a werewolf she couldn't escape the clutches of the education system.

I am really sorry for not updating for a year, please don't hate me /.\

I swear now one of my New Year's Resolutions is to update more regularly, and definitely no less than once a month.

As you may noticed if you read the original, this is completely different. I reread Delilah and just didn't like what I did with it: it just didn't go where I wanted because I was too excited to get chapters out that I wrote a chapter every day for about ten days, I think, but it was just so disorganised.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy and review to let me know what you think and how I'm doing with this new version! Thank you guys 3

~capitain