Alright you can do this, I thought to myself. Just go and ask if you can sit with them. It's no biggie really. What are they going to do, say no? Wait would they say no. What if they say no.

I had slowed my pace down dramatically and was now only inching my way over in the direction of the table. I wanted to throw myself onto the ground and stay there but that wasn't exactly on the list of things that wouldn't bring me 'unnecessary attention.' I looked back at my shoulder at the twin's table, mentally cursing them both. I made eye contact with Ethan while Aiden and Danny while saying something to one another and he raised both brows at me and glared, bobbing his head in the direction of the table. I groaned.

"Hey, do you wanna' sit with us?"

I looked down to my right at a table where a handful of random jock-looking boys were sitting and looking at me, all smiling like they all had the same secret. I watched one of the boys scan me up and down, which he made no attempt at hiding. Then I took notice that one of the boys sitting at the table was that Greenberg kid who had whistled at me first block, essentially sending the entire rest of my day on an awkward downward spiral.

"Uh, no thank you." I said as politely as I could muster without wanting to smack the kid scanning me over the head. "I actually prefer standing; I heard sitting damages the spine and, ya know, I'm not about that strained vertebrae life so." I shrugged and smiled sarcastically while somewhat hoping that they'd believe me.

"Awh, come on." The same guy droned. "Pretty girl like you, I know what you are."

My entire body froze. He knew?! How could he know? I thought only other werewolves could defer between humans and other wolves?

"You're one of those girls who likes the play hard to get. So just accept the compliment and come have a seat." He obnoxiously patted the stool directly next to him.

One of my eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me?" Sure I could be shy, but as soon as you hit the wrong button with me that was it. It should be a well-known fact written down somewhere that all wolves have tempers, regardless if they're five foot four and blonde.

"Hey, are these guys bothering you?" My lips parted in slight shock as I looked to my right and saw friggen' Isaac Lahey of all people walking up to stand beside me, hands casually tucked in his jean pockets.

"We're just introducing ourselves to the new girl." One of the guys, who I was just realizing now must've been one of his lacrosse teammates, said while nonchalantly leaning on the table towards us. More like harassing, I thought.

Isaac smiled at them. "Right, well, I was just coming over to ask the new girl if she cared to come sit over with us." It took me a few minutes and a few head spins between the boys at the table and Isaac to figure out what was even happening anymore before I finally said, "Yeah, sure I would."

The boys all over-dramatically threw their hands up and a couple of them made boo-ing noises. "I see how it is, Blondie." The aggressive lad said.

"Thank you ever so much for the offer though." I said in my most polite voice, leaning on the side of sarcasm as I waved slightly and turned to leave.

"Damn, maybe I should invest in one of those v-neck t's. Girls must dig that shit." I overheard one of the boys joke. We should've been out of earshot by this point but that's the thing with werewolves: whenever you think that they're out of hearing distance, we never are not. We hear a lot more than you'd imagine. So that's why when a second guy commented right after him, "Or maybe you should be a suspect in the murder of your father. I heard girls dig that dangerous shit." The corner of my mouth fell and my eyes shot up to Isaac, who's eyes were coldly cemented on his friends and the table.

I heard another guy say, "Dude, you can't just say that." and then a reply of, "Why the hell not?" before I full-on just cut off my listening. I didn't know what they were talking about and I must not have wanted to.

I knew he had heard them as clearly as I had so in a desperate attempt to fix something I wasn't even sure was broken, I said, "So, uh, thanks for the rescue, but I had it under control."

"If you had it under control then feel free to turn around and walk back over to them."

I felt my stomach shift down to my feet. His tone was painfully casual and iced over, and I was admittedly an overly sensitive person, but anything less than a positive conversation was not what I was looking to leave anyone with as any sort of impression, let alone on my first day.

"That's not what I meant, they were being douchebags. So thanks for being a decent human being and not being, well, a douchebag I guess." To my relief, he smirked at that. "But I'm not a human."

It took me a minute but I understood what he was saying. "Oh. Right."

"You new at this?" he asked, shooting me a glance.

"Little bit." I mumbled, embarrassed.

As soon as I finished my sentence we were standing at the table with the others who, just like everyone else had been done, stopped chatting and eating and glued their eyes right onto me.

"Guys, you remember Kalel. From this morning." Isaac said introducing me so I didn't have to be the one to speak first, thank God.
"Sup." Stiles said curtly, immediately taking another bite of his sandwich and then saying with his mouthful right after, "I'm Stiles." Was it me or was he being kind of defensive? For a second my mind wandered to the possibility that maybe he knew something, but then settled when Scott shot me crooked grin and introduced himself, seeming completely unknowing that I already knew all of their parents' maiden names and places of residency, let alone their names.

"I'm Lydia." I made eye contact with the red-head who basically barked her name at me.

"Uh, hi." I said, smiling as best I could at her as I felt her eyes picking me apart. "Wow, I really like your dress."

The girl's facial expression immediately did a one-eighty and lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. She smiled so wide her mouth opened and said "thank you," stretching out both the words as she looked at each one of her friends. "Oh, I like her." She said to them, nodding just slightly as if I wasn't standing two feet in front of her.

"I'm Alison." The brunette girl finally said. Weird. Her short hair and physic didn't really give off the impression that she was even a hunter, let alone the type of hunter that Deucalion had made her out to be. But then again, I wasn't one to talk. I didn't really look like some dream-freak werewolf girl either.

"Isaac was just telling us you're new here." Alison added. "Did you move?"

A little bit caught-off guard, I scrambled to put together the words, "Oh, uh, yeah sort of. It's a bit complicated but I suppose I did move. I'm just staying in town."

It was just as obvious to me as it was to them that I knew at this point that everyone sitting at this table knew what I was. Well, not fully obviously, because not even I fully understood what I was. But they at least knew half of it without saying.

"Well have a seat, don't be shy." Lydia chimed, lightly patting the table space in front of her. Forcing a smile, I slid down onto the stool and tried not to look like I much cared let alone noticed that Isaac had sat down in the seat next to me when clearly he had been sitting in the seat at the end of the table in front of Scott.

The group picked up on their conversation and soon I found myself listening to their short stories and sometimes I even chimed in about a few of things. They asked me a couple of normal people questions, which was nice for a change, like if I had any siblings or if I owned any pets, all of which I said no to. As a matter of fact, the whole thing was remotely normal, save for the fact that every time I looked up in Stiles' direction he was staring at me without blinking, chewing his food harder than I thought he needed too. I suppose if the last person to trust me was the human all hope wasn't completely lost.

The rest of the day after lunch actually seemed to go by pretty quickly. I found out Alison and Lydia were both in a few of my classes and the guys were too. It seemed like ever since I had complimented Lydia on what she was wearing all she wanted to do was talk to me about clothing and fashion, which I suppose I didn't mind all that much since I had actually been pretty into all that before I, well, everything about my life changed and I no longer had much time to peruse around online looking at crop tops and combat boots.

By the end of the day, I was actually feeling pretty satisfied with how everything was going and I was kind of, dare I say it, excited to go home and relay my successful day to the twins.

Just as I was grabbing the last of my things from my locker, I heard someone walking up to me. I looked up to see Scott with one hand on the strap of his backpack and the other in his pocket.

"Hey." He said obviously leading up to something more.

"Um, hi." I said, closing my locker. "What's up?"

"Listen," he began, continuing in a serious tone. "I know you just got here and you seem nice, but do you think we could talk? I know you said you just came to town, and Isaac was telling me about how it had something to do with hunters and your pack, but I just need to know." His eyes were flickering around my face. "I need to know I don't have to worry about anything. Honestly. A lot of things have been going on around here recently and I need to know something… else isn't about to happen."

I studied his face in the same way he was studying mine, my eyes darting around analyzing the lines moving in his forehead and why they were moving like they were.

"Yeah, of course." I said. "I mean, I understand why you wouldn't trust me right off the bat; I get it. You're just trying to protect everyone else."

Scott smiled and breathed out. "Alright, cool. I know it sounds odd, but do you think you could meet me at the veterinary office in town? I work there is all. At like eight-ish."

"Sure. I'll be there." I said.

"Alright, I'll see you then." Scott said, moving around me and walking the rest of the way down the hall. I watched him leaving before I turned back to my locker and stared at the cold metal surface. I knew I shouldn't feel hurt that he didn't immediately just trust me because he had no reason to. He had every reason in the book not to. It was just, I knew I was lying to his face; I had to have known that in the back of my mind somewhere. I was only here to be Deucalion's insider, that's all I was doing. But maybe somewhere in my head that's not what this was. To the better half of me, I really was enrolled in Beacon Hills High. I mean technically I definitely was. And in a twisted way, I guess it was kind of nice not having to focus so much on the fact that was what I was here. In this building I was a student and I told off boys and chatted with other girls my own age. All of that was real, but so was the fact that I was only here because of something entirely different. And maybe the better half of me wanted to believe that that wasn't the case. Maybe I wanted to believe that I was normal for once. So when I told Scott what I told him, in my mind I meant it. But in my heart, I knew I was a liar. Luckily when your heart has been thrown around so many times in the past few months like it's been spun in a blender, you learn to ignore all the confusing things it tells you and believe what you want to. I was verging on pro at that by this point.

"What do you mean he asked you to talk?" Aiden said pressing for more information.

I shrugged as I pulled the helmet over my head. Sliding up the clear plastic in the front to reveal my face, I said, "Like he just asked me to talk. He wants me to meet him at the veterinary office at eight. Ish."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Ethan asked.

"Uh, yeah it's a great idea." I shot back. "Why wouldn't it be? First day of school and I've already talked to everyone I'm supposed to be keeping an eye out for." I smiled. "And isn't that exactly what Deucalion asked of me?"

"Yeah I guess. It just seems too easy." Ethan continued. "Like all you have to do is pass this test and you're best friends with the enemy?"

"Don't call them the enemy." I blurted before I knew I was saying it. "They're not my enemies. They're just people I'm supposed to be watching, which I am."

"Kalel," Aiden said sternly. "They're the other side. You're watching them not braiding their hair and swinging on the swings at the park."

I shrugged and hopped onto the bike. "Same difference. Now bring me home. I might not be here for the academics but high school is still just as draining and demoralizing as I remember it."

When I got back to the house, Deucalion and Kali had been gone which I had expected at this point. Most of the time I hadn't a clue where they had gone but I figured it best not to ask questions. Besides, that meant that I got to leave without questioning or being followed, which was nice even though technically I was a free wolf now, cut off my metaphorical leash. Still, it wouldn't have surprised me if Deucalion was keeping tabs on me.

When I pulled into the vet in the silver sports car I was borrowing from the house, since the twins still either were being overprotective of me or of their precious motorcycles, I looked at the seemingly ordinary building. Deucalion had told me this wasn't just where Scott worked, but where his emissary, Dr. Deaton, worked. I flipped down the visor mirror real quick to take a glance at myself before getting out of the car. I stood there staring for a moment. The place seemed particularly ordinary for a place that supposedly was not a very ordinary veterinary office at all.

I walked up to the door and knocked with a single knuckle, only having to wait a few seconds before it opened. Standing there smiling to one side at me was a man with dark skin, a bald head, and deep brown eyes.

"Hello." He said in a very modest manner. "You must be Kalel."

I tilted one shoulder and returned the smile. "That's me." I said.

"Nice to meet you, Kalel. I'm Dr. Deaton."

Alright so this was Deaton. Shit would've been a lot easier if Deucalion knew how to use a camera and keep a scrapbook for next time he gives me a list of people to remember.

"Come on inside."

"Thanks." I said politely, stepping inside the building as Deaton moved to the side and shut the door behind me. I looked around the lobby. There was a front desk and chairs set up waiting room style but I knew there was more than just injured animals behind all that. Within a few seconds, Scott came out from the back room and was standing in front of me.

"Hi." I said. It wasn't until I said it that I saw the second person walk out from the back room behind him. He was tall and had dark hair with equally as dark stubble covering his chin. He didn't look like he was particularly angry, but he didn't look particularly happy either. My mouth almost fell open.

"Hey." Scott said, not immediately taking notice of my facial expression. "Uh, this is Derek. I told him that he should come and hear what you have to say too. I thought it'd be a good idea." Scott looked to Deaton but my eyes were still fixed on Derek, who was looking increasingly uncomfortable by the second.

The words "oh my God" fell out of my mouth. Confused, Scott looked from me to Derek and then back to me again. "What?" he asked.

"I know you." I said in a quieter voice. "Oh my God, I know you." Derek pressed his brows together. "I'm sorry?" He said.

"I know you." I repeated again, still in shock. Now Deaton and Scott were exchanging confused looks.

"I don't think we- we've never met before." Derek stated firmly, still confused.

"Yeah, we have." I said again, eyes still wide.

"Well. It seems like we have much more to talk about than we initially thought." I heard Deaton say from behind me. Guess we did.