"Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending." ― Carl Bard
{Chapter 2- Past Lives}
"He looks green. Don't you think he looks green?" Stiles pseudo whispered to Scott breaking the awkward silence that the three werewolves and he had been in for the last ten minutes. They were sitting on the porch of a small house, at the end of a one-lane drive, on the outskirts of Beacon Hills waiting for Derek's mysterious help to arrive. "I think he looks green. It kind of creeps me out that he looks green."
"If you say green one more time, I'm going to make you eat grass," Derek growled.
"Hey, I'm not the reason you're turning green," Stiles ducked behind Scott as Derek lunged in his direction.
Scott asked, "Where is Peter?" The formerly dead werewolf hadn't been with Isaac and Derek when they arrived.
Derek ignored the question.
"And why are we here and not at your burned down shack? Or the underground lair?" Stiles asked. "Are you afraid your icy friend will find out you're a homeless squatter?"
Derek growled in frustration, turned his back and walked away from the wolves around the corner of the house.
"He's been like that since he got off the phone with her yesterday," Isaac said.
"Who the hell is this chick that she turns the sour-wolf even more sour?" Stiles asked.
A flash of lights set off the reflective quality of the werewolves' eyes. "I guess we are about to find out," Stiles answered for himself.
The car pulled to a stop. The driver door opened although the engine was still running, and a woman stepped out. In the sporadic light of the moon, all Stiles could tell was that she was dark haired and pale skinned. She walked over to the porch and into the beams of the car.
A confused expression crossed her face as she took in the three teens before her features smoothed over. "Where's Derek?" She was pretty but not gorgeous. A smattering of freckles covered her nose and cheeks, and dark under eye circles stood out against her pale skin. Her dark hair was pulled in a sloppy ponytail, and she wore a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.
"He's sulking or maybe just skulking? I even think his tail was between his legs," Stiles said.
She let out a tired laugh and gave a wane smile. "He grew a tail? Classy," she said. "I'm Frost Morgan. And you are?"
"Stiles," he said pointing to himself before pointing to the two werewolves. "Scott & Isaac."
"You're not what I expected," Isaac said.
"What exactly were you expecting?"
"Something ferocious? Hideous? Terrifying?" Stiles interjected.
"Not you," Scott said.
"Hmm…I think I should be offended," Frost replied. "But, well, it never hurts to be underestimated." Her back stiffened as Derek walked around the corner of the house and stopped a few feet from her.
"Frost."
"Derek."
"Harrumph," Derek grunted as something short and fast slammed into him.
"Wanna-be-wolf! I've missed you so much!" it said in a high-pitched singsong voice as it latched onto the clearly disgruntled wolf.
"Snow." He patted what looked to be a mass of white and blue hair with awkward affection.
"Snow? You haven't gotten to be in my glorious presence in years and all I get is a Snow? Hugs are required, odes to my awesomeness should be composed, and a soundtrack should be playing!" The head tilted back and said, "Am I making you awkward and uncomfortable in front of your big bad werewolf friends? Do they know that one time I accidently dropped a bag of magic dust on your head and convinced you…murph muph muph." His hand clamped over her mouth as he extracted himself from her embrace.
"I see she hasn't changed much," he said to Frost.
"Not really."
The three teens watched the by play with avid interest as Snow who had been struggling in Derek's grip to no avail stopped moving. A leg shot out and slammed into his shin.
"Sonuva…" Derek hissed letting Snow go. "What the hell are you wearing on your feet?"
"Steel toed boots." She said as she danced out of his reach.
"That was awesome!" Stiles said. "Teach me your ways, Obi-wan Kenobi."
Snow turned her attention to Stiles and flashed him a brilliant smile. "Oh, my little padawan, I shall endeavor to teach you all the ways to gain amusement from the grumpy ones."
"Please, don't encourage her," Derek & Frost said at the same time. They gave each other an odd look before Frost added to Derek, "Ass."
Ignoring them, Snow continued her perusal of the other teens. "I'm Snow. And just in case the name doesn't give it away, I am in fact a force of nature. My favor can be gained through Starbucks coffee and chocolate pie."
"Your hair is…" Scott said.
"White? Blue? More awesome than yours? I know," she said dismissively.
Isaac had remained silent and watchful through this. Snow turned her eyes on him, cocked her head blue and white pigtails dangling oddly. Suddenly, she smiled, stepped in close, put her hand on his chest and said, "Me & you we're going to be an item. You're going to resist, go ahead I like a good chase… but just so you know, resistance is futile." She patted him on the chest and flounced back to the car. Isaac seemed shell shocked.
Frost looked at Derek, "This is your fault."
"I know," Derek said. "Let's get your stuff into the house."
Stiles said, "I thought you were a homeless squatter."
The boys with some complaining brought the girls luggage into the house. "So where did Derek get a house?" Stiles asked Isaac.
Isaac shrugged as they walked back down the stairs from putting Snow's luggage in a bedroom.
"You do know that he's like rolling in the dough?" Snow asked from behind them before skipping up to Isaac and linking her arm through his despite his attempt to avoid her. "His family was old school werewolf. Unbroken line and all that."
"Huh?" Isaac responded giving up on tugging his arm loose.
"What do you mean by unbroken line?" Stiles asked.
Snow stopped and looked at him. "Like born werewolves. Descended from the first pack and all that. That's what the alpha pack is. Alphas all from the unbroken lines of the first pack." She took in both boys and shook her head in disbelief. "You seriously don't know this stuff! I mean your human, Stiles, but still your relationship with the pack means you should know this stuff… and Isaac's a werewolf. How could wanna-be not share this with you? Frost is going to turn him into werewolf barbeque."
The front door opened on the trio standing the entryway revealing Derek, Scott, and Frost carrying in the last of the luggage. They all just stared at each other until Frost broke the tension. "What the hell did we miss?"
"Oh, nothing much, sister mine, just finding out that wanna-be sucks at being an alpha," Snow said with an evil grin. "Turns out that none of them really knows that our favorite werewolf is the closet thing to royalty that werewolves got."
"What?" Scott squeaked, looking at Derek for answers.
Frost turned and glared at Derek. "I have a feeling there's a whole lot of stuff that you haven't shared. How am I supposed to help when they don't even know what they don't know? If you'd stop being a selfish ass, this whole situation might have been avoided. You haven't changed at all have you?"
Derek eyes glowed red as he growled at her. "Back off, Frost."
She dropped her bags in the floor and stepped into his personal space. His height made her look tiny in comparison. "The hell I will," she said as her finger poked him in the chest. Derek's hand now tipped with claws wrapped around her wrist preventing her from doing it again. His face transformed into werewolf. "You still can't control your temper?" she mocked.
Derek was silent for a moment. "That's like the pot calling the kettle black, Frost," he said before his features slid back into human. "Although I suppose you've at least learned to use your words."
She stared up at him her lips twitching as she tried to repress a laugh. "Not really."
Derek followed her gaze when she looked down. "Dammit, Frost. You froze my feet to the floor."
"Alpha or not, Derek Hale," Frost said eyes twinkling dangerously, "I've got the nastier bite." She turned on her heels, grabbed her bags and marched around the awed teens to the stairs. "By the way," she called over her shoulders, "I wouldn't move until that melts. You always said growing back limbs hurts like a bitch."
"This brings a whole new meaning to the word 'frostbite'," Stiles said in awe.
"Shut up."
Scott and Isaac looked between Frost's retreating form and Derek's frozen feet and annoyed face.
"Your werewolf ass just got owned by a midget."
"Shut up, Stiles."
"Actually that's twice tonight you got owned if you include the kick in the shin."
Derek let loose a roar that sent the teen scrambling back.
"Oh this is going to be fun!" Snow clapped her hands together ignoring the werewolf's discomfort. Pulling out her phone, she looked at the boys. "Do you think anyone will deliver pizza at 1:00 in the morning? I'm hungry." She then left Derek alone with Isaac, Scott, and Stiles.
"So she's still going to help?" Scott asked.
Derek sighed in frustration, "She's still here so yeah, but I think she's done for the night. Go home, Scott. We'll meet you after school tomorrow."
Scott and Stiles left after saying goodbye to Snow who'd ordered a pizza.
Isaac sat on the steps watching as Derek's feet slowly defrosted. "So what exactly is Frost?"
"Frosty," Derek said evenly.
"I think you just made a joke. A bad one, but still a joke."
"It happens."