Author's Notes: Thank you for all the favourites, followers and reviews. I'm glad you guys are enjoying this. To the person who commented on shippings: I don't even know what shipping I'm going to support on it. If you have a favourite then feel free to post a review or PM me on which you think the story should support. The choices are: Riles (Stiles and Rebekah), Reberek (Derek and Rebekah) or Rebaac (Isaac and Rebekah) or do you think it should have bits of all three included?

It was clear by the end of my first day in Beacon Hills that the pack was wary of me. Well, all except from Isaac. I didn't fully understand why he seemed to trust me the way he did but I guessed that Derek may have told him about me.

The way he spoke and interacted around me made it seem like I was some old pal of his. He was most interested in where I'd been all of this time though. They were details I didn't give out freely so I gave out sparse information.

When I came out of school, he was waiting for me outside. I felt a tad creeped out by the encounter, especially when he asked if we could walk home together. He said that he 'knew we lived close'. How could he possibly know that?

I didn't refuse, I'm not really one with the ability to say 'no'. I want to object but can't, too scared.

There was a very awkward silence as we walked. I tried to remember Isaac from when I used to live here but couldn't. Brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, I glanced at him- avoiding his eyes.

"So...um...when did you move here?" I asked, assuming he had moved in after I had left. My voice was small and quiet, as per usual.

Isaac gave a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his neck, his blue eyes looking towards me for only a moment. Then he frowned. "You're joking, right?"

I bit my lip and shook my head, feeling somehow stupid but for what I had no clue.

The male werewolf gave a sigh. "Well I guess nobody noticed me then anyway." he muttered. Then he looked up at me again. "We went to school together since kindergarten" he told me. "I actually had one of the biggest crushes on you in eighth and ninth grade..."

I felt my face go warm. "Oh...I'm sorry." I mumbled softly, feeling really bad.

"Don't worry about it." Isaac replied before we fell into silence again. He walked me to the edge of my driveway and stopped. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, looking hopeful.

I nodded. "Yeah." I answered simply.

He smiled brightly and turned to walk away. I watched him for a few minutes before turning and walking inside.

I'd never thought I'd have been glad that my parents had passed the house down to me in their will. But, here I was, looking into my childhood home as though it was my one haven.

The depressing thing was the memories that hung over every nook and cranny. Even with five years to get over my parents' death, it still hadn't fully registered in my mind. I had bad days, then I had good days. Often I would find myself noticing them in a crowd, only to find that they were never there.

I guess that's one of the reasons I hated crowded areas, plus the fact that anything could happen in there. Somebody who was after me could vanish in plain sight.

A shudder ran down my sight just thinking about that so I moved my brain onto a lighter topic. Isaac Lahey had crushed on me when I was last here. It was definitely the first time I'd heard of it.

I felt very bad about not recognizing him and began to wrack my mind for some memory of him. I came up empty-handed.

Moving up the stairs, I dumped my bag on the floor. My parents room was bigger than my old room but I really did not want to sleep there. With about seven meters in width and ten meters in length, this room wasn't all that bad. Even though it had My Little Pony stickers stuck all over the walls and a light shade decorated with purple and blue butterflies.

I pondered the girl who had slept here all of those years ago. She had been girly, a horse lover, but not too girly to get dirty playing in the park. She wasn't too girly to be frightened by the strange boy who lived out in the forest with his large family, she wasn't too girly to be afraid when her parents had grown fangs and their eyes had glowed gold in the light of the full moon and, on the night of her fourteenth birthday, be scared of the wolf bite that she gained.

Of course, she had expected it. Her parents had told her that it was to come. They knew by that time that she was ready, strong enough not to die by the effects of the bite.

Then, during the next full moon, she had bathed in the light of the huge silver orb and joined her parents and the family of the creepy boy, him included, in taking a run through the forest.

I was definitely not that girl anymore. Being an omega had forced the bravery out of me, let the strength float out of her grasp. It was almost as if I were looking on the memories of somebody else. I couldn't imagine myself doing what I had in the situations I had gotten myself in.

Sitting on my bed, I pulled out a large wooden box from underneath and placed it beside me. Running my hand over the hard oak, I lifted the lid and peered in at the contents. In it was a collection of photographs and objects linked with memories.

One photograph was placed at the top. It was a photograph of my ex-pack, the one here in Beacon Hills. At the edge was Cora; Derek's younger sister. Laura, Derek's older sister, was stood next to her. Then there was Peter, Talia; Derek's mother, his father, my father, my mother and various uncles, aunts and cousins of Dereks.

In the middle stood Derek himself, looking around the age of fifteen. This picture was taken just before the incident with Paige, his deceased girlfriend. Next to him was my older brother, Cameron. He was killed in the fire with most of Derek's family. I was stood next to him, in front of my father. I was only around ten at the time.

This was taken years before the Hale house fire. It was actually the only picture I had of all of us. I'd copied it for Derek too before I'd left and I wondered if he still had it.

Allowing myself to drop down into a lying position on my bed, I rolled onto my side. The picture was still in my hand as I drifted to sleep.