Author's Note;

Okkk... So I've gotten heaps of views which is awesome!
I've gotten five favourites and four follows which is also awesome!
But I've only gotten two reviews and from the same wonderful person:)

I would really love it if more people would review so I can improve this Fic. I need to know what stuff you love about the story and what stuff you don't so I can add more of the stuff you love and fix the stuff you don't!

Another huge thank you to PsychoticSmartypants who wrote my second ever review;

'okie... what was that all about? AND IM JITTERY! WHOSE HER ANCHOR!? update superdie duper quick!'

In answer to your question, she was just shocked really...Kayla doesn't handle surprises very well and she has different ways of coping with things which will be shown more later in the story.
Your other question about who her anchor is shall not be answered for another three or four chapters me thinks. Gotta keep the suspense going, ya' know?:P
And I believe I did update pretty quick considering I updated only 3 hours after you posted your review:D

Anyway, please review, like, follow, tell people about and enjoy my Fic;)

The mirror showed me my reflection as I quickly observed my outfit for the day. Skinny jeans clad my legs in a black and white gradient; a royal blue tank top was underneath my favourite leather jacket and black, leather boots climbed to my calf. With a flick of my hair I set off for school, my brown backpack swinging on my shoulder.

"S'up Kayla?" Stiles asked as I walked into the school, I stood in front of him without answering. I still couldn't believe that he was a werewolf. It just didn't seem to match.

"We need to talk" Scott said as he appeared behind Stiles, I nodded noticing that the red haired and brown haired girls were also standing there. I took the lead and headed to a half empty hallway,

"Ok. What the hell is going on?" I asked turning as we all stood in a loose circle.

"So you're a werewolf?" the brown haired girl whispered, I stared at her a condescending look on my face,

"What gave it away?" I replied; sarcasm dripped from my voice.

"So, how'd you all become werewolves?" I asked curious as to how all of them became wolves,

"Oh only Scott's a wolf" Stiles said brightly. I frowned if only Scott was a werewolf, then why the hell where the others part of Derek's pack, let alone how they even knew about werewolves!?

"But…You're all part of Derek's pack, so you have to be werewolves" I whispered, more to myself as I tried to figure out a logical explanation for it all.

"Well, you see, Allison is actually a werewolf hunter. Lydia's a banshee and Stiles is…" Scott began, but trailed off as he got to Stiles,

"Stiles" Stiles supplied for his friend.

"Right…" I said, eyeing Allison with suspicion, why the hell was a werewolf hunter in a werewolf pack? None of this made any sense to me,

"Well, I'm out" I muttered, stepping past them and heading towards my first class which was Bio again. I grunted as I realised I'd have to sit between Scott and Stiles in class. Great.

I reached the lab early and sat down in my seat, planning to just ignore the two for the entire lesson. I had absolutely no idea how this mismatched 'pack' worked or was even a pack. I would ask Derek about it after school; I just hoped that they didn't decide to ask him the same question I wanted to ask about them.

I focused on the new drawing I was tracing along my arm when Scott and Stiles walked in and took their seats on either side of me. I was outlining a pair of eyes when something nudged me on my ribs, sighing I glanced at Scott who had prodded me with his elbow,

"What?" I sighed, glaring at him.

"We still need to talk" he hissed glancing at me, before returning his gaze to the teacher who had started some lecture about nerves. I shook my head, refusing to meet his gaze,

"No. We don't." I hissed back, my grip on the sharpie tightened immensely as he insisted that we did. Desperately trying to ignore him, I returned to the pair of eyes on my arm, detailing them greatly, I added tears streaming down then decided it was complete. Moving up my arm, I started on a rose.

Only once I'd finished the delicate flower did I realize that everyone was leaving the lab, the bell must of gone without me realizing. Standing up quickly I followed everyone else out ignoring the calls of Scott for me to wait. I lasted through another lesson of school before I decided that I needed to understand what was going on. But I didn't want to talk to Scott. No. I would ask Derek.

As the bell rang, signalling the start of the lunch break I headed out of the school doors and ran down the road until the school was no longer in sight. Yes I'd ditched half a day of school and yes I would probably regret it later. But that didn't matter now. All that mattered was getting to Derek's and finding out what the hell was going on.

When I finally reached his loft, I opened the door and walked in but he wasn't in sight. Calling out his name I wondered how long it would take for him to come down the stairs this time. To my surprise I he came down almost immediately.

That was a first.

"Ok. What the hell is going on?" I exclaimed dumping my bag on the ground,

"A werewolf hunter! And what the hell is a banshee?" I added.

"Yes, Allison's a werewolf hunter, but she's ok. And if you ever paid attention to what I try to teach you, you would know what a banshee is." Derek replied calmly.

"But how can you be a pack when only two of you are actually wolves?!" I half asked half shouted, the whole situation was getting on my nerves and I had the sudden urge to somehow go back in time and never walk into the woods, to never of been bitten. To never of met Derek.

"Being a pack is more than everyone just being wolves" Derek sighed,

"Being a pack is about the group all trusting, caring and looking out for each other. A real pack is where everyone is equal and everyone is accepted. Where everyone cares about everyone. That is a real pack. And that is what we have" he continued on.

I suddenly realised something.

I wanted a pack.

I wanted someone to be there for me and care about me.

I'd never had that before and I suddenly desperately wanted it.

Needed it.

But I didn't want to be a part of any old pack. Oh no.

I wanted to be a part of Derek's pack.