As we pulled into the new house for the hundredth time I sighed. Today was even worse.

I'd liked Stiles Stilinski for as long as I'd lived here. Before I knew him, I knew he was amazing. Before I talked to him I knew he was brilliant and had a secret. Before I even saw him, I knew he smelled amazing. And when I did see him.... Woah.

Being a werewolf wasn't easy. Hiding it was even harder. They'd almost found out so many times. Like when Derek sniffed me and I had been lucky enough to have worn my brother's shirt and drenched myself in perfume that morning.

Or when I got really angry at Lydia and her constant mean remarks to me and I almost wolfed out in front of everyone.

Or when Theo was flirting with me and I almost attacked him.

Or when Scott came to watch me play volleyball because he was trying to befriend me and I freaked out and almost let my guard fall. I'd never played volleyball before and everyone knew it. I couldn't let my instincts kick in. And he was distracting me because I was freaked out.

I smelled all of them instantly and guarded myself with my life. Because that's what the situation was. Life or death. They would kill me if they found out what-and who-I was. Another werewolf pops into their territory unannounced? That'll go well.

Then there's the whole "where's your pack" thing and I'd not like to share that story.

So, in my best defense, I pissed them off. I made them hate me so they lost interest. But it didn't change that I liked Stiles.

And it didn't change that he loved Lydia.

I was coming home late again and tonight was the full moon. "Stupid," I snapped at myself. I'd been at the park, watching them closely. They were intriguing. They looked so caring and loved each other. They were so mixed, Scott's packed. It was insane. But they all cared about each other and would do whatever to save each other.

"Lone wolf isn't as good as you thought, huh?" A voice said as I slipped out of my car. I spun around, the car door slamming shut.

"Victor!" I exclaimed. Victor was my... Ex boyfriend. He was tall and pale, but in the most gorgeous way. He had electric blue eyes and black hair. He was more vampire than werewolf, if you asked me, but werewolf he was all the same.

"Hey gorgeous," he said, smirking. A few years ago it would have melted me, but now I could see the coldness in his eyes and the sleazy once over he did of me. Now I felt creeped out.

"What do you want?" I growled. My eyes flashed gold as I stared him down, lowering myself into a defensive position.

"Calm down. You still can't take me," he taunted. I knew it was true. "You're eyes are still yellow. You haven't cut off all connections to your old pack. You're not completely Lone Wolf yet.

I shook my head. "When I find Sicily I will kill her. And then I will be free of you."

Victor growled, his red alpha eyes glaring at me. I froze. "You-"

"Yes! I'm alpha!" He took a step forward and I stood straight, refusing to back down. It hurt and my wolf instincts burned in my brain. "Submit."

"No," I groaned through my teeth.

"SUMBIT!" He yelled. I collapsed to my knees, whining like the defeated pup I was. I was born a werewolf, but in such a weak state, I might as well be a pup.

"Good dogie." He mocked me. I growled at him.

He crouched down, lifting my chin. "Come back, (Y/n)." I ripped my chin out of his hands but he just grabbed it again. "Or else."

"Or else what? I don't have anything to lose anymore." I bit at his fingers but he was too fast for me.

"Or else that little pack that you're puppy dogging?" Him and his puns... "They'll die." I looked up at him sharply. "I will slowly kill them one by one, with you there to watch, saving the boy for last."

He squeezed my chin a little then let go, flicking my face down. I breathed, labored, as the panic settled in. Why do I hurt everyone I touch? Even the ones I don't.  Why can't I be happy?

"You have one week. And don't run away. Or kill yourself. That'll have the same effect as if you were here and alive," Victor warned. Then he left.

I thought about how these people meant nothing to me. They'd dealt with worse. Let them deal with it!

I shut my eyes tight.

"It's them, or me. I... I cannot go back."

I was going to leave. They could deal with it. I stood and brushed myself off, my mood somber and my jaw clenched. But then, a memory hit me.

"Hi! Are you new?"

"Y-yeah..." I mumbled, my eyes wide and locked on the most perfect face I'd ever seen. Or, rather, it's wasn't perfect. But that's what made him so friggin sexy. The imperfections. His lopsided grin. The dark dots randomly here and there on his face.

"Nice." Stiles smiled at me.

I shut my eyes again and leaned heavily on my car. "No. They've dealt with too much..." I rubbed my eyes, sighing.

"Stiles... You ass hole." I growled, turning and kicking my car. "You adorkable, sexy as fuck ass hole."

I leaned against my car and took a deep breath.

"I'm sexy?" Someone asked.