Daisy wakes to the sun on her face, unfiltered through the large window in the room. She rubs her eyes and glances around, realizing that she's the first to wake up.

To the right of her, Jensen sleeps in the closet lacking doors. To her left, her duffle bag is the only thing that separates her and Tony. And just below the window, lays Alec.

Daisy doesn't get up for two reasons. The first being that her sleeping bag is warm and the air outside of it is cold. The second reason is that she is in a strange place, where she doesn't really know where she is and doesn't know anyone there. So she lies in her sleeping bag and looks out the window at the rising sun that's already pretty high in the sky.

Eventually, Daisy reaches around her duffle bag carefully to pick up Tony's phone from beside him. She would use her own phone but it died last night and she neglected to bring a charger. Tony has a charger for his phone, but they have different models, so it doesn't do her much good. She turns the device on to reveal his wallpaper of a selfie of him and his brother at a soccer match in Italy. The two of them look ecstatic, a definite contrast to their attitudes toward each other last night. She reads the time above their heads, 10:11 AM. Carefully, she returns his phone next to his sleeping form as to not wake him up.

It's at least thirty minutes before she hears Jensen wake up. He sits up in his sleeping bag while yawning.

Daisy looks over at the waking boy.

"Hey," she whispers, taking in his sleepy state that includes hair resembling that of the iconic owner of the DeLorean.

Jensen rubs a hand down his face while looking over at Daisy who is sitting up against the cream wall. "Hey," he says groggily, his voice coming out deeper than usual.

Daisy makes a humorous noise when Jensen goes to run a hand through his hair. He stops his hand midway through his hair, eyeing the humorous expression of the golden-haired girl.

"What?" he asks her quietly, removing his hand from his head, causing the hair to stick up vertically.

Daisy bites her bottom lip as a laugh threatens to escape. "Your hair," she whispers.

Jensen rolls his eyes at her but smiles and brushes his hands through his hair a couple more times in an attempt to flatten it.

On the other side of Daisy, Tony stirs.

With a grunt, he rolls over onto his stomach and checks his phone for the time, his eyebrows rising in shock when finding it is almost eleven o'clock. He throws the covers off of his legs, revealing his tanned skin.

Out of nowhere, a rumbling sound comes from the right side of the room. Tony and Daisy look over to see Jensen with a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

"I think we should go and find some food," Daisy tells them quietly while climbing out of her sleeping bag. She stretches briefly before standing. She walks out of the room with the two boys following closely behind.

Once outside of the room, they can hear many voices coming from downstairs. The rest of the pack sounds like they're up. Their Alpha, however, is still comfortably resting on the floor in his room.

Already knowing her anxiety's spiked, Tony places a comforting hand on Daisy's shoulder. She glances up at him and offers him a small smile.

It warms her heart to know that he still remembers her tendency to get anxious easily, especially around lots of unfamiliar people. She begins to pick at her cuticles--a bad habit she's tried to break her entire life. She's never succeeded.

Tony swats at her hands without looking at her and steps in front of her. He's the first to walk down the stairs. Daisy scowls but follows behind.

Jensen, still not quite awake. holds the banister firmly as he slowly stumbles down.

When they reach the bottom of the staircase, only a few people spare them a second glance.

Daisy lets out a sigh. She prays that it stays this way. Don't look at me. Don't look at me.

"Hi!"

"Jesus!" Daisy jumps. Her hand flies to her chest.

A small girl about nine jumps out from behind a couple, surprising the three of them. She has long hair the color of a raven's feathers, pale skin, and obsidian eyes.

"Uh." Jensen looks at the young girl. He pauses, trying to think of how to respond. "Hello?"

"Who are you?" She asks him, who is much taller than herself.

He smiles. "Jensen." He shakes her tiny hand. "This is Daisy and Tony." He motions to his friends behind him. "What's your name?"

She sets her hands on her hips. "Agatha," the girl confidently beams. "I'm a vampire. What are you guys?"

"Um," Jensen trails off, taking a moment to process.

"Werewolf, Lynx, Phoenix," Tony speaks up, pointing to the respective person.

The little girl cocks her head to the side. "I don't know what a Phoenix is, but that sounds cool." She taps a finger on her chin and then shrugs. "Well, I have to go. I told Michaela I would play Barbies with her. Bye!" Agatha bounces off into the maze of people that litter the house.

Jensen looks over at Tony who looks fairly unfazed. "Vampires?" He asks. Unlike his friend, he is very much fazed by this information.

Tony laughs and nods. "Yep." He slaps a hand on Jensen's shoulder and begins to walk off to somewhere in the large house.

"Of course. How stupid of me. Of course effing Vampires are real." Jensen throws his hands up.

Daisy laughs and follows Tony.

Eventually, they stumble upon the kitchen that looks like it belongs on The Food Network and grab various items from the well-stocked room next to the kitchen. There is some stuff in the pantry, but the amount of food found in what was meant to be used as a dining room greatly outnumbers it's quantity. That's what happens when there are 214, and counting, people to feed they guess.

They then find their way outside onto a grand, wooden porch that overlooks the backyard as well as the deep woods behind it.

At the other end of the porch, a group of older men with a gradient spectrum of gray hair, laugh and smoke cigarettes. They chat comfortably with one another.

Tony passes along a box of Honey Nut Cheerios and each of them grab a handful before passing to the next. While Daisy diligently eats the cheerios by the couple, the boys shove the entire handful into their mouths at once.

Daisy laughs and shakes her head. She's amused, but not surprised. She thinks back to her own brother briefly.

Before everything went to crap, her family was normal. But those memories were almost a feeling of deja-vu now. She has a feeling that maybe, after all, she made up those memories to cope with reality.

On Sunday mornings her mom would bake blueberry muffins. Fact.

On Sunday mornings she would eat so many her fingers were stained a purple-ish blue. And her brother ate so messily that the skin around his mouth was also stained blue. Maybe a fact.

And maybe her father would be there too. But she had no memory of him there eating muffins with them. Surely at one point in her life, during the hundreds of time her mom made muffins, her dad had to have been there.

She has memories of waking up and finding him gone. That's the only sure fact.

How funny memories are. You remember what you don't want and forget what you do.

Without warning, the glass sliding door opens behind them.

Daisy's solemn retrospection is put on hold.

"Agatha said we had some newbies around here, I guess that would be you guys." For the second time that day, the teenagers are startled by the sudden appearance of another stranger.

They turn around to see a tall, dark-skinned, young man who appears to be around the same age as Alec.

"Hey, Tony, good to see you again." The unfamiliar man reveals straight, white teeth as he smiles at the boy, sticking his fist out.

Tony raises his hand to meet him in a fist bump. "Hey, Jay." He returns the smile and then turns to his friends. "This is Alec's best friend. Jay these are my friends, Jensen and Daisy."

Jay nods while crossing his large arms over his equally toned chest that stands out underneath his tight-fitting work-out tank top. "Good to meet y'all. I'm Alec's second in command. My formal title is Beta, but I've never been one for formalities." He looks over their tired faces and decides to get straight to the point. "Anyway, your training is going to start at one o'clock. I'll be overseeing it. Do you guys have any questions?" He claps his hands together.

The teenagers look at each other and no one answers at first.

Then, Jensen speaks up. "Yeah, what's the plan for lunch?"

Daisy rolls her eyes but smiling, and Jay chuckles. While she's currently thinking, What an idiot, in Emma Watson's voice, she also realizes that this side of Jensen is a pleasant surprise. Just a week ago she couldn't imagine having a decent conversation with him, much less considering him one of her closest friends. But, in just a few days, he has begun to show his true personality and she's really happy to see the real him.

"Pizza. It should be here by twelve," Jay tells the boy who instantly perks up.

Jay checks the time on the shiny silver watch on his wrist and nods curtly. "Well, it was nice to meet you guys, but I have to go do some things." After they say quick goodbyes he walks back into the house, leaving the three teenagers alone again.

"You're one of a kind, Jensen. I'll give you that," Daisy mutters jokingly and turns back to lean against the railing of the porch.

The boys follow her suit and pass along the cheerio box again.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." Jensen laughs and shoves another handful of cheerios into his mouth.

Tony cracks a small smile. "How on earth did we get here..." He sighs as he watches the dense forest across the large yard. His dark eyes glaze over and his lips set into a firm line.

"How on earth do we get out of here?" Daisy asks, her eyes roaming from tree to tree, many thoughts now invading her mind.

No one answers her question and they stay silent like that for quite some time.

"Nothing will ever be the same again. Will it?" Jensen asks.

"Nope." Tony sighs.

Daisy taps her fingers on the railing. "Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and this will have been just a crazy dream."

"A part of me," Jensen pauses, "a crazy part of me," he clarifies, "doesn't want this to be a dream at all."

Daisy smiles when Jensen's eyes meet hers. Her heart flutters and she turns away. She knew exactly what he meant.

Tony shakes his head. "Yeah, no. I don't think so." He pushes away from the rail. "This is a nightmare. Dream or reality."

Daisy feels for him. And she notices Jensen tense at the sudden disagreement. She thinks of something to say to break the awkward silence.

"So-"

"So, want to meet some others?" Tony asks after a while.

"Yes," Daisy blurts out. Although she kind of regrets it immediately. But maybe meeting strangers would be more enjoyable than this uncomfortable silence.

Tony leads Jensen and Daisy inside the house and they follow into the garage that has a door connecting to the kitchen. Inside the garage, instead of cars, are many people gathered around a pool table, various drinks in hand.

They step down into the lively space, the faint scent of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, even though no one is presently smoking.

At the end of the pool table a tall man with coal-black eyes and dark, buzzed hair lines up a shot. He hits the cue ball and it ricochets on the table, hitting multiple balls into the holes. "Aye Esteban, beat that compadre." He laughs as he sets the stick into its holder on the wall.

A man opposite of him that was almost equally as tall shakes his head and smirks. "Mhm, just you wait man."

"Javi," Tony says, catching the man's attention.

Javi's eyebrows rise and he looks over at the boy, "What you want, Moretti?" He turns back to the man he referred to as Esteban, "Dame un segundo." He walks over to the teenagers.

"My friends are fairly new to the supernatural world. I want to give them the lay of the supernatural land, so to speak," Tony tells the guy who has slightly fewer wrinkles than his father.

The man nods his head. "I hear you." He holds out his hand towards Jensen. "Javier," he says.

Jensen shakes his hand and gives him his name and then Daisy does the same.

"I happen to be a Shadow. So you could say, I'm shady." He laughs at his own joke but quickly adds, "Yo, I'm just messing around. But for real, I am Shadow though. But I suppose you have no idea what that means?"

They shake their heads in response.

Javier runs a hand across the tan skin on his face, "Well, you know Peter Pan?"

Daisy and Jensen nod.

"Well, like how he has a shadow, I'm that shadow. Hey, you want a demonstration?" He asks, a smile coming onto his face at the thought.

Esteban groans behind him. "Ah come on dude, these kids have to see your ugly face in human form, you really wanna give them nightmares?"

"Shut up, Esteban." Javier rolls his eyes and ignores him. He cracks his neck to the side and then wills his eyes to turn a blinding shade of silver just before his body begins to dematerialize before their eyes.

Instead of Javier's human-form, in his place stands, no, floats, a shadowy figure with eyes as bright as the moon and razor-sharp claw where fingers should be.

To Daisy, it resembles a mix between a Dementor and Demogorgon. And frankly, it isn't a sight she's fond of. But thankfully, she doesn't have to look at it much longer because it shifts back into Javier's human form.

"That's sick right?" He grins.

Tony takes one look at Daisy's shocked expression and laughs, "I think so, but I'm not sure Daisy's super fond of it."

She shakes her head immediately. "There's a reason I don't watch scary movies."

Javier laughs in response. "Sorry kid." He pats her shoulder. "'Aight I gotta get back to my game, see you around Moretti." He gives him a short head nod.

"Thanks, Javi." Tony gives him a quick fist-bump before he heads back to his game of pool. He turns to face Daisy and snickers. "So, Shadows, awesome right?"

Daisy looks up to glare at him. Then, she punches him in the shoulder, only for him to laugh more at her. "I'm scarred for life now thanks to you. I'm going to have nightmares about that, you know?"

Tony shakes his head and begins to walk back inside. "If you get scared I'll cuddle with you, how about that?"

Daisy scoffs. "You wish, pasta boy."