When I got home from school later that day my mother wasn't home. She left a note on the counter that she was running errands. It was just me and my mom; my parents had got a divorce and my dad had made me choose between my mom and him. I chose my mom and I haven't regretted it. Last I heard, he had remarried. I hope he's happy.

I sat down at my kitchen table, and after eating a ridiculous amount of food, I started working on my homework. I was finished with it in an hour. After that I ran upstairs and took a shower, changing into black jeans and a soft pink sweater. I brushed out my black hair and looked at myself in the mirror. I was pretty, with my green eyes and high cheekbones, but I wasn't anything like Erica or the redhead. I was pretty thankful, however, that I didn't look like Steven Tyler.

When I got downstairs I figured I'd make dinner. It was five o'clock and my mom still wasn't home. As I cooked a steak I recalled it was a Friday, meaning my mom was actually probably on a date. She was still on a manhunt, literally, hopefully this guy would work out. I didn't recall her telling me his name.

After I had sat down at my table and eyed my steak and salad, I shot my mom a text telling her I was going over to my friend's house. Once she had responded, satisfied that I had made friends on my first day, I dug into my dinner.

When my dinner was eaten, and my plates were put away, I grabbed my keys from the table I had tossed them onto when I had come home earlier. I hopped into the old Volkswagen Bug I'd gotten for my birthday. I shifted into reverse and started to drive towards the Hale house.

As I was driving it occurred to me that these people could be the werewolf pack that my mother told me was in Beacon Hills. I guess I would have to ask them that.

When I pulled up in front of what I assumed was the Hale house, I took a deep breath.

I got out of the car and slammed the door behind me, making sure my presence was known. I didn't want to climb up the stairs in front of the decaying house, so I just waited until someone came outside.

I only had to wait a few seconds. I blinked and Stiles and a man that looked about thirty-five were standing outside the door. For a moment it seemed like Stiles was trying to figure out how to say hello, but the older man beat him to it, walking down the steps as he talked, "It appears your arrival has broken Stiles, so I'm just going to introduce myself. My name is Peter Hale, and I'm guessing you're Maria Geheimnisvol."

"You are the first person that has ever pronounced that right."

"Yeah, well I'm good at most things."

I looked up at the porch, not at all surprised to see Stiles gone. I guess I had broken him. Peter and I went up the stairs together, we were about to go in when I asked something Peter probably hadn't expected me to ask, "You guys are werewolves, right?"

He raised his eyebrows for a second, "Really direct, huh?"

"Yeah, well I'm good at most things," I said, quoting him directly. He hears and nods, snickering. I took that nod as a yes. Great, I'm surrounded by werewolves. When I looked at the door there was a symbol on it, I recognized it, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it meant. It looked like a swastika, so it didn't feel right. It was like a warning.

Nevertheless, I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me quietly. In front of me stood everyone that had been at the lunch table today, plus Peter and another one. The new one was attractive, but he looked majorly pissed off.

"Do you know who they all are?," asked Stiles, who seemed to have gained control of his mouth again.

I shook my head. "That's Peter, Derek," Ah, I thought to myself, that's who he is, "Allison, Scott, Lydia, Boyd, Jackson, Isaac, and Erica. And I'm Stiles."

"Got it."

"Are you going to show us what you can do?"

I nodded. From my pocket I pulled out a water bottle. I twisted the cap off and poured it out, making it hover in midair. I heard collective gasps. On the floor I saw a rock, and flourished my hand, making that rise up as well. Lastly, I opened my palm, in it was a tiny flame, that grew when it was exposed to the air.

I saw Derek back up a good four feet, though he was the only one who did.

"That's it?," asked Erica.

I closed my palm and let the water and rock drop to the ground. I walked outside, perfectly calm. If she wanted a show, she was going to get a show.

I drove my heel into the ground, once I was off the stairs, and shot ten pillars of earth out of the ground. I spun around, sending gale force winds into the top of the trees, making it rain green leaves. Then I let out a torrent of fire at another tree. I watched as the fire reached to tips of the branches, and let it burn until I heard Derek whimper. Then, with the water from a creek not far away, I make a huge stream in the air and put out the fire.

I turned around, and looking directly at Erica, I asked, "How was that?"