So when I'm ready to be bolder,
And my cuts have healed with time
Comfort will rest on my shoulder
And I'll bury my future behind

Gabrielle Aplin - Home

The week that I had to move in and settle down passed quite smoothly, Scott introduced me to all of his friends and Melissa showed me around town. I liked Scott's friends, on the whole they were really nice but I could tell that they were keeping a secret from me, even though Scott was the only werewolf between them.

(Flashback)

Melissa opened the door to see Allison, Stiles and Lydia on the other side. I was in the living room, reading a book that I needed to catch up on for school. When I saw who it was, I immediately ran upstairs into my room, hoping they were there for Scott. Yeah, likely. Scott came into my room to try and persuade me to talk to his friends. I didn't want to. What if they didn't like me? What if they somehow knew I was a werewolf? What if the secret was them turning me in?

"Elysium, please come and meet my friends. School's in a few days so you'll only be delaying it. You've already sort of met Stiles when he ran down the stairs. Please, they're all really looking forward to meeting you," I looked up at his brown eyes. Should I go? I should, that's what my family would want, and if I met them now, I would have someone to walk with at school. So I got up and followed Scott into his room. I didn't realise I was shaking until he put a hand on my arm and gave me a warm smile that reached his eyes. I smiled back; we had actually grown quite close in the time we had spent together. Well it was more him never leaving me alone and me frantically worrying that he knew I was a werewolf.

All of his group were talking softly among themselves, wondering what I looked like and such. But when I walked in with Scott, they're eyes all found me. I felt cornered. Like a rabbit. A girl with strawberry blonde hair who was sitting on Scott's bed in the middle of the room spoke first, "Scott! You didn't tell us she was this pretty!" I blushed and stared down at my bare feet but looked up again when the other girl spoke too. "Don't worry about Lydia, it was a compliment! I'm Allison by the way," she held out her hand, I stared at it. Then at the floor, then at her hand again. Luckily, she dropped it. Scott had told me all about how he still liked Allison but she was with some kid called Isaac.

I looked to Stiles, whose mouth was opening and closing rapidly, like a fish. "H-h-hi Elysium, I'm Stiles, you probably already know that because I ran down the stairs when you first got here and so I shouldn't be introducing myself but it would be rude not to and-" he was cut off by Lydia, who told him to be quiet. Needless to say, he shut up.

I looked back to Scott, hoping that he would let me leave. He nodded and I fled back to my own room. I could hear them talking from my own bed. Well, she was nice," that was Lydia; I didn't really know what to think about her. She seemed a bit up front.

"You can't blame her Lyd, after what happened to her family and all," I was glad that Stiles had spoken up for me but why were they talking about my family, with me right next door? Did they not care if I heard them? If they knew what had happened, would they still talk about it like that? How much did they know, really, about werewolves? About hunters? About the supernatural world as a whole?

"The whole thing kinda reminds me of someone else that we know, doesn't it?" This caught my attention, was there somebody else in their group? Somebody whose family were killed by hunters also?

"Yeah, our residential wolf, Derek Hale."

What!? So they did know! But how did they know that Hale's? What happened to them? Who was Derek? All of these questions spun around my head until I realised that they had gone quiet, only just realising that they were talking quite loudly. As to not disturb them, I took my cue to leave – letting them talk about their mysterious werewolf.

Melissa had made lasagne before her night shift at the hospital so I heated some up in the microwave. As I waited for the ping, I couldn't help but notice that they were all still quiet upstairs. I hope they weren't waiting for me to do anything; I just wanted to watch TV. AKA American Horror Story. Again. For the fifth time in a row. Finally, my food was ready but they still hadn't started to talk again upstairs. What were they doing? Were they texting or writing notes to each other? Whit if they were planning on telling hunters to get me? Were they already on their way?

After a few elongated seconds, Scott's group started to communicate verbally again but their words were so low and hushed that I had no idea what they were saying. But soon enough, they all came downstairs and joined me on the couch where I had quickly sat down and put AHS on. I tensed immediately but they weren't even looking at me, they were all watching two ginger kids getting killed by an evil baby thing in a basement.

Scott began playing with my long hair, a sign that he was calm so I had no reason not to be. Regardless, I couldn't properly relax through the first two episodes of season one. Which were my favourites. Much to my liking, they all left after that and I went back to my room in peace – settling down under the covers, fairy lights twinkling above my headboard.

Hope you liked it! Don't worry, they weren't saying anything bad, Scott was just using his hearing to see if they had heard about the whole Derek thing. Review please!