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Five

Stiles Stilinski was in complete and total shock and awe as he found himself staring at his best friend's sister…yeah, he laughed to himself, sister.

Rose McCall, playful, teasing, outspoken, stubborn, Rose McCall was staring at him through a pair of bright blue eyes with a black slit for a pupil. She was completely covered in a thin layer of black fur with cat ears instead of human ears and Stiles swore that she had a tail resting on her shoulder.

Stiles slammed his foot on the break before he had a car accident and after taking a deep breath he turned to look at her still sitting there looking like a cat. "What happened?"

"The panther that attacked me," Rose replied. Her voice was softer, more graceful and musical. She taped the dash in front of her and Stiles could see that she had claws like a big cat. "It's why Scott said that he could smell a cat on me and the gum you had. He is turning into a werewolf, Stiles, and Friday is a full moon."

It was strange for Stiles to see Rose sitting there looking like something that should be in World of Warcraft. He shifted in his seat and watched as she slowly turned back into regular Rose McCall. She shook her head and breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad you didn't freak out on me, knew you could handle it."

"So…do I get you a ball of yarn or something shiny to play with?" Stiles questioned, looking genuinely confused.

"All of this and that's your take away?" Rose asked him, actually giggling. "No other questions?"

Stiles shook his head. "Just processing the fact that one of the hottest girls in school is now a cat."

Rose laughed. "Hottest girls in school?" she grinned. "You've been crushing on Lydia Martin since you were, I dunno, like six. I don't fall under the category of hottest girl in Stiles Stilinski's book. Come on, I wanna get home to cook dinner for mum."

Stiles paused for a minute before he put his foot on the gas. "What's it like?" he asked.

She shrugged. "It's like been on a drug all the time," Rose answered. "Every sense is heightened. I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste things better than before. I'm faster, stronger, healing is a breeze, cats love me and my tail comes in handy heaps."

"Does Scott know?" he frowned.

Rose shook her head. As much as she wanted to tell her brother, she was going to wait and see how he reacted to his own supernatural problem. "No, I'll wait until he raps his head around his own problem. I mean, cats and dogs hate each other…and speaking of…Derek Hale-werewolf."

Stiles gasped. "Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah, not the one that attacked Scott though. You have to be an alpha to bite or scratch someone and pass on the virus. It's the same for all were's.

"Can you pass it on?" Stiles questioned.

Rose shook her head. "I'm a beta, at best. Big cats don't have a pack structure so think of me more like a nomad. I don't want to be part of a pride." She stared out the window. "The little old lady who helped me heal and taught me about what I was used to be a member of this particular pride. There are two males, one is the leader and the other does his dirty work. The leader attacked me and passed the virus onto me hoping I would become a member of his harem."

Stiles snorted. "A harem?"

She nodded. "Yeah, big cat prides have two males and countless females to raise the young. The men lounge around all day whilst the women raise the children and go out hunting. Apparently one of the females had died. The pride alpha didn't expect the locals to chase him off with guns laced with Tiger's Claw powder. The old lady put charms all around me," Rose waved her hand in the air to show Stiles the series of charms on her bracelets, "and kept me away from him. As long as I keep them on or around me at all times, he won't find me. Although they rarely leave Brazil, using mercenaries to bring back the pride property."

"That's awful," Stiles told her, shaking his head as he pulled into the McCall driveway.

Rose shrugged. "Nothing can be done now. It would be easy if I had my own pride but hey, I'm the bottom of the totem pole so I'm content with being the nomad for now."

"What's Tiger's Claw?" Stiles asked.

"It's poison to my kind," Rose replied. "Like wolfsbane is to werewolves, Tiger's Claw is to werepanthers. And we don't get killed by silver, instead you have to kill our kind with blessed blades. And there is like seven of them in the world so they're really freaking rare."

"So, are you like a full moon kind of girl?" he inquired.

Rose shook her head. "Nope. It's different. Scott's gonna lose control once a month, me? I'm always fighting for control. Werepanthers hunt in panther form whilst spending the rest of their time in the humanoid form I just took. And just like a cat, I get heat too which is just freaking amazing."

Stiles paused. "That I did not need to know."

Rose blushed. "Sorry, TMI." She reached back and got her bag out of the back seat. "Thanks for listening, Stiles." Rose leant across the seat and planted a kiss on Stiles' cheek before getting out of the car. "Later!"

Stiles rubbed his cheek. "Yeah…later."

She grinned and walked into the house, letting herself in to start searching the kitchen for something for dinner. Rose heard footsteps upstairs and busied herself with putting the chicken in the microwave to defrost than sticking her head in the pantry for some other kind of side to have with the chicken.

"Who's there?" came the familiar voice of her mother.

Rose spun around. "Mum!" she squealed, dropping whatever was in her hands to bury herself in Melissa McCall's arms. "Oh my god! Mum, I missed you!"

Melissa wrapped her arms around her daughter and breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad you're home!" she spoke into her neck. "It's so good to see you!"

"I'm so sorry, mum!" Rose apologised. "I'm so, so sorry!"

Melissa ran her hands through her daughter's hair. "There's nothing to be sorry about! You're back now, that's all that matters! And thank you for the pancakes!"

Rose giggled, refusing to let her mother go. "Sit down, mum. I'm cooking!"

Melissa pulled away from Rose and raised an eyebrow. "You're cooking?" she asked her.

Rose nodded. "Yeah. Aunty Margaret taught me. You're gonna love it, trust me."

"You're in a good mood," Melissa pointed out.

"Glad to be home," Rose grinned. "Scott's at work, Stiles brought me home and we met Derek Hale today. Broody bastard."

Melissa chuckled. "It's good to have you home, Rose. I'm gonna get my stuff ready for work, you cook. I'll be back down soon."

Rose watched her mother leave and set about preparing dinner.