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Chapter 2

It was Wednesday evening. Anna was working a late shift in a fashion boutique in Atlanta when the phone of the store rang.
The young woman was tidying up because they would close in an hour. Her co-worker picked up the phone just to call Anna
a few seconds later.

"Anna, honey! It's for you!" Anna went over to the cashier. Marla, a tall and very skinny woman, handed her the phone.
"It's your grandpa's nurse."

Anna's heart started racing. Her grandfather was living alone in California and had a nurse coming over every day because
he had Alzheimer's. They hadn't talked since her grandmother had passed – 3 years ago. She was nervous.

She answered the phone. "Hello? Anna Hayward here?" She smiled at Marla apologetically and went into the office to talk in
private. Marla nodded and whispered: "No problem, hun! Take your time. I'm fine here."

"Hello Miss Hayward. Susan Coulter here, sorry to bother you at work but I tried to reach you at home for a few days now. Did you move?"

"Hello Misses Coulter. No, I didn't move. I was just... busy." 'Busy ... really Anna?' she asked herself. Yeah – busy. Busy
sitting in a small cage made of hecatolite, also known as moonstone, inhaling wolfsbane. Like she'd said – she had been busy.

"How can I help you?" Anna asked.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that it's time. You know, your grandfather's Alzheimer's is getting worse and I don't think he should
live alone any longer. I could call the nursing home, if you want me to. But you need to come over and help him move." Miss Coulter explained.

Anna sighed. She had hoped this day would not come so soon. She didn't know how to face her grandfather and the memories
waiting for her in Beacon Hills.

"Oh... It... it would be really nice if you could call the home. I..." The redhead took a deep breath. "I will come over as soon as he can move in."

"Great. I will give you a call then." the nurse said, sounding relieved. She did not know why the young woman and her grandfather
weren't on good terms and it wasn't her business but she hadn't been sure what to expect from Anna. The young woman hadn't
talked to him in years – but she was coming and that was the most important thing right now. "Okay. Bye then. I'll talk to you soon, Miss Hayward."

"Okay. Bye." Anna ended the conversation. Her hands were shaking. She would visit her grandpa. She would return to Beacon Hills.

She would face her home town and she was scared.

Just one day later the nurse had called Anna back, telling her she could come over a week later.

This day was today.

Anna was coming up the street when her instincts set in. Her finger tightened around the wheel of her car while a voice in her head
told her to get the fuck out of this street – out of this city. The familiar smells made the voice scream louder. The street hadn't changed
a tiny bit over the last years. The Harrington's even had the same broken mailbox standing in front of their house.

She could hear her inner voice go berserk. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ANNA!

"Shut up..." she whispered – more begging than demanding. She lifted her right hand to her neck where a small necklace was hanging.
She touched the golden pendant, lifted it a bit up to her nose and took a deep breath.

She started coughing immediately. Her throat burned. The wolfsbane inside the pendant was still strong – shutting her inner wolf up.

She parked her car not far away from her grandpa's and walked towards the house.

She could smell him.

She could smell him being sick.

She could still smell her grandmother's clothes inside.

Her stomach turned.

She nearly turned around when she heard her grandpa's voice inside.

"I am really excited, Susan. This new apartment? Are there windows? You know, I like the sun. It puts me in a good mood." Anna
could literally imagine his face. His brown eyes sparkling, his bushy eyebrows raised and with a big smile on his face.

"Sure, Mister Hayward. You're gonna love this new place." the familiar voice of his nurse answered.

The front door was opened and Anna froze right in front of the house, still standing on the sidewalk.

"Oh, hello there! Glad you made it!" Susan waved to Anna. "Just wait inside, Mister Hayward. I'll be with you in a minute." She told
the old men behind her who was still smiling.

The tiny woman with short blond hair walked down the driveway and shook Anna's hand. "Miss Hayward. I'm so glad you're here. But...
there is one thing I didn't mention on the phone. He... well..." The nurse stopped.

"Miss Coulter?" Anna asked nervously, holding her necklace. She was keyed up, her mind screaming.

"He, he isn't going to remember you." The words were out.

"Not like you didn't existed. He's just not able to recognize you anymore. I'm sorry." The nurse had tears in her eyes. She was still
holding Anna's hand, now squeezing it even more.

But Anna's inner wolf smiled.

He really did not recognize his granddaughter at all. Sure, she had changed. Her hair was longer and red again. Last time she had seen
her grandfather she had been blonde but after she had left Beacon Hills, she'd stopped dyeing her hair. Now she was back to red.

She was an adult now. She had her on place, a job and was living a human life. The first time in years she felt like she was able to do so.

She had introduced herself as Marla, a new nurse who would help him pack his stuff and move it to his new place. He was nice, asking her
about her life as a nurse. She tried to answer as well as she could and she loosened up while talking to her grandfather.

He hated her and was she was – what she had been. But he did not know that anymore and Anna's body stopped hurting. Sure, her senses
nearly killed her. Everything around her reminded her of her past and her family. The pictures of her parents and her grandparents brought
tears to her eyes and she had to inhale the poison in her necklace more often than she was used to. But it worked. Like it had the last years
– she did not turn and her senses were weakened.

The house was nearly empty, the whole life of Frank Hayward in boxes. He couldn't take as much stuff with him as he wanted and
Anna refused to take it with her as well. She wasn't sure what to do with it –those boxes were filled with memories. Those she wanted
to forget. Those she reminded her of being a wolf. Being a monster.

She had told Susan she would take care of the things and that they could stay inside for now. She owned this house now and would sell
it as soon as she could but right now she had to go through papers and stuff like that. Red Tape. She hated it.

Susan had already left when Anna and her grandfather were ready to leave. He was standing by her car, looking for the keys in his pocket,
trying to remember where he put the keys to a car that did not belong to him. Anna sighed. She closed the front door and lifted the last box
when his smell hit her. She had been too busy to realize it earlier and now she just froze.

She heard him say her name. She did not turn around, still holding the box. She wanted to run. She wanted to scream. But she could not move.

"Anna.", Derek repeated, louder this time. He was starring at the young woman standing in front of the house. She hadn't turned around.
He could hear her heart racing, he could smell her being in shock, panicking.

Stiles had stopped cursing at his Alpha for freezing right in front of him on the sidewalk. He kept looking at Derek and the young woman
who had not moved at all since Derek had said her name. It had to be her name. Derek clearly recognized her smell. But the look on the
Alpha's face made Stiles shiver. His eyes were filled with pain. His jaw tensed.

"Anna? I knew a girl named Anna." the old man next to the car interrupted the silence.

Anna turned around looking right into the eyes of the wolf she had been trying to find for such a long time.

"She was my granddaughter. Did you know her?" Frank looked curiously at the young man stand on the other side of the street.

Derek nodded, coming over to the old man. Stiles followed him as Derek was still eyeballing the redhead. She had changed. Well, the
last time he had seen her, she had been a teenager. She was wearing a black leather jacket and skinny jeans. She was wearing perfume,
he realized. And then he realized that her smell was weak. He could scent her but there was something about Anna which made him cringe.
He looked at the old man. He hadn't seen him since than either. He looked really old and kind of weird. He was still talking to Derek with an
indefinable look on his face.

"Well, than I have to disappoint you, young man. She died a few years ago. She was sick." the old man told Derek, saying the word sick
with such disgust that Stiles winced. Derek was in shock, again turning to Anna who had came down the driveway.

She was standing right in front of him. Glaring at him. She turned to her grandfather.
"Frank, why don't you get in the car already? I'll just put the last box in the trunk." she said. "Okay, Marla. But hurry! I really want to see
my new home." He smiled at her and looked at Derek and Stiles. "It was nice to meet you. Bye." Anna opened the door and closed it after
her grandpa was inside of her car.

"Anna, what... why... I don't... how..." He started this sentence way too often. He could not think straight.

"Derek, I'm sorry. I don't have time for this now." she said while putting the box in the trunk. He followed her behind the car.
"But Anna..." he started again.

"I said no, Derek." She didn't look at him. She couldn't. She got into the car. Derek was knocking against the window. "Wait!" he yelled.
But she just started the car and drove away.

A deep growl escaped from Derek's chest.

Stiles had just been standing next to his friend, watching. He was confused. What the fuck had just happened? He saw the claws
coming out of Derek's fingers. "Whoa, Der.", he said and turned around if anyone could see them. Another growl filled the atmosphere
and when Stiles turned back around to calm down his friend, he was gone.

Stiles was baffled.

"Derek?" He looked around and yelled again: "DEREK?!"

He realized that the Alpha was gone.

"Oh, come on!" He yelled, totally annoyed, hoping Derek was close enough to hear him.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Dad? Yeah... hey. Would you mind picking me up? I'm... well... I do not know where I am." He told the Sheriff. His father,
quite irritated, asked if he hadn't used the GPS on his phone. Stiles slapped his forehead. Of course he hadn't thought about it.
He had been too angry about the fact that Derek had left him in the middle of nowhere.

"Just track my phone, ok Dad? You're the Sheriff, ok? Just track my damn phone and pick me up."