"I'm sexy?"

I looked up, mortified. Someone had heard me? Had they seen Victor? When I saw a familiar pair of brown eyes and a goofy grin, I froze. Not just someone. Stiles.

I gasped at him, my jaw almost unhinged as I attempted to say something. Nothing came out.

"What did my sexy as fuck self do to make you so made at me?" He asked sassily, flipping imaginary hair. The spell broke and I glared at him. Stiles, your Lydia is showing.

I rolled my eyes. "Go away Stiles." I spun around after checking my car always locked and strode quickly to my front door. He wouldn't come in.

"How long did you think you could hide it from us?" This voice was new, and the words froze my blood. I looked up, seeing Derek on my front stairs.

"How dumb do you think we are?" I spun around. Scott.

"I mean, gee. Didn't think you thought that lowly of us..." I spun to the side. Lydia.

Even Allison waved at me from across Lydia. Too late, I realized they'd circled around me. I was trapped.

"What-what do you mean?" I asked. Derek rolled his eyes.

"You're a werewolf. A Beta wolf."

I threw up walls, standing straight and immediately putting on a mask. "What?" I exclaimed, busting up laughing. "Get off my property or so help me I'll call the police. You're insane.

"Then why did you follow us?"
Scott asked. Busted.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said lightly.

Derek strode to me and I faked fear when all I wanted to do was wolf out and attack. I skidded back. Derek latched onto my arm and brought me close to his face. I wasn't nervous at all-I could see it bugged him, but that it also let him know that I was used to people jump scaring me.

"Say it again. Slowly. Say you're not a werewolf." Shit. He was going to listen to me. I immediately calmed my heart beat and steadied my voice.

"I'm.... Not.... A.... Werewolf," I said firmly and calmly. Derek stared long and hard into my eyes, waiting for some sign I was lying. I kept my amused look on my face. "Done now, psycho?"

"Who was the man that came here?" Stiles. Damn it.

My heart beat went crazy and I lost all sense of what I was doing. "N-no one," I said too quickly.

Derek smiled triumphantly.

I ripped my arm out of his hands and raced to my door. I heard them behind me and last second I veered to the side, running to my tree. The last second I jumped, angling my body so I propelled off of the tree onto my roof. I back fluffed and landed on my feet.

I let my wolf rage out, my teeth and claws showing and my eyes glowing. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I almost howled.

"Holy shit," Stiles gasped.

"Why are you here?!" Derek yelled to me. I looked at him.

"YOU DONT DESERVE TO KNOW ANYTHING! I DONT TRUST YOU! I OWE YOU
NOTHING!" I was heaving deep breathes now, and panic was infusing in my brain. I stumbled, grabbing my head as I was consumed by the overwhelming, engulfing void.

"Is she... Having a panic attack?" The voice was fuzzy and quiet. Crap. My senses were going wild.

"Panic attack?" That was Scott.

"Got her off the roof! She's going to fall!" Someone went to grab me and I flew across the roof, away from them.

"Don't touch her!" Stiles?

I screamed and fell off the roof, barely landing on my feet. I stumbled and collapsed, holding my ears, which were ringing.

They were going to kill me. Or I was going to get them killed. Or, worse yet, I was going back to my old pack. Where I was supposed to have been Alpha. My whole body shook and I looked up at the approaching people. The steps were so loud and the voices were like atom bombs in my ears. I fell on my side, covering my ears, and screamed. The scream was painful, and I sooner stopped.

Breath. Breath. Calm down.

I would be okay. One thing at a time. Screw these people. I'd get away once I calmed down and then I'd leave.

My vision started spotting and my breathing started becoming harder and harder. It felt like I was under water, drowning.

"Hey! Hey, listen to my voice. Listen just to my voice. Focus on my heart beat." It was Stiles. I couldn't calm down and my lungs were burning from lack of air. "Listen to my voice." His tone was calm and soothing. He brushed one of his hands over my back soothingly and the other one of my face.

I slowly began calming as he kept talking, kept telling me stories and saying to focus on his voice. How did he know to do this? Panic attacks were not normal.

Air filled my lungs again and I looked up weakly at Stiles.

I had to warn them. He'd just saved my life.

"Be... Ware...." I rasped. "Vic.... Vic...." Blackness engulfed me.