Alice Hale's grey eyes were fixated on the ground below her, a docile smile gracing her lips as she crouched beside the lone, blush colored flower growing from the forest floor in the Beacon Hills Preserve.

Her slender fingers brushed gently across its petals, the silky feel igniting a sense of peace throughout her.

Softly, she plucked the flower from its home, twirling it around by the stem as she brought it up to her nose to smell.

Her head cocked to the side as her ears were met with the faint echo of someone shouting in pain, and she remembered her reasoning for the trek into the woods.

She continued down her path, faltering slightly as she noticed the lack of chirping birds in her surroundings.

She stopped only when she reached the decrepit remains of the Hale house, her house.

Her eyes took in the charred remains, distant memories knocking at the door of her fore-frontal thoughts.

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her desire for anamnesis to lock itself back into the box of unhappy thoughts that lay deep in her subconscious.

Her lashes fluttered as she resumed her mission, timidly traipsing up the stoop and to the newly painted red door that separated her from her older brother.

She pushed open the entrance, the object harboring no resistance to her attempts, and poked her head inside.

Fully entering the home, she took in the sight of her brother Derek leaning over an unconscious, sweaty male sporting two black bands on his muscular arm.

Beside them, a boy clad in a flannel ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself about 'freaking werewolves'.

In the next room, a teenage boy lay stationary upon a table, his limbs strewed limply on the surface and his eyelids showing themselves to the world.

She didn't have to take another step before her brother stiffened, sniffing the air wildly before turning around to meet her gaze.

"Alice?" his brows furrowed as he took in the sight of his smiling baby sister.

A giggle bubbled over her lips as she raced forward, throwing herself into his arms. He immediately wrapped her up within his arms, holding on tightly to the only kindred family he still possessed.

"I missed you, Der," she grinned, placing a chaste kiss on his stubble covered jaw -as she couldn't reach his cheek- and giggling as her lips met the roughness of his face.

"What are you doing here?" Derek looked at her in concern, "Is everything alright? I told you not to come to Beacon Hills."

"Who's this?" she evaded the question, her tranquil smile not faltering for even a second as she turned her attention to the pale boy with the beauty marks kissing the skin of his neck, who was attempting to both glare suspiciously at her and look at her with wide eyes at the same time, leading to a bugged expression and a whole lot of twitching.

"Who, me?" the boy pointed to himself, "Me is Stiles- I mean, I am Stiles. Who are y-,"

Stiles' questioning was cut off as the air left his body, not so much from force as from surprise as the short, dark-haired girl wrapped her thin arms around him, snuggling her head into his chest with a serene smile.

"What are you doing?" he panicked, awkwardly hugging her back, "What is she doing?"

He looked to Derek in confusion, who was pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, as though this were a regular occurrence and he was fed up with it.

"If we maintain contact for at least twenty seconds, our bodies will release Oxytocin," she explained casually, as though she hadn't just bombarded a stranger with a hug, "which will create a sense of trust between us. We are going to be good friends."

Stiles was stiff at first, but as the seconds ticked on, he found himself relaxing in her grasp.

"Stiles," Derek groaned, "this is my sister, Alice."

"You two are related?" the teenage boy asked in disbelief as Alice relented her grip and stepped away, "But she's so nice."

"Shut up," Derek growled, Alice only giggling at their altercation and making her way over to the unconscious boy with the sandy blonde hair.

"So now there's another werewolf we have to worry about?" Stiles complained lightly to Derek, though secretly he didn't really mind Alice's presence.

"She's not a werewolf," Derek reluctantly replied, "and she's not staying."

"I thought all the Hale's were born as werewolves," Stiles crossed his arms in confusion.

"Some were werewolves," Derek agreed, "and some were human."

"So she's human?" Stiles pressed.

"No," Derek shook his head, "Alice is... special."

"Yeah," Stiles snorted, "I can see that."

The two males turned to observe as the grey-eyed girl traced her finger gently across Isaac's jawline, nestling she flower she had picked into his curls.

"Alice," Derek sighed, "leave Isaac alone."

"He's pretty," she replied, the corners of her lips seemingly turned perpetually upwards, but she nevertheless made her way back to her brother's side.

Scott chose this moment to wake up with a gasp for air, immediately turning to examine the bands on his arm.

"It worked," he grinned in excitement.

"Wow," Alice breathed out, gently brushing against the newly emblazoned tattoo, "it's lovely. What does it represent? A stabilizing force or an open wound?"

"Uh, both, I guess," Scott was startled as the girl maintained intense eye contact with him as she spoke, "not to be rude, but who are you?"

"I'm Alice," she beamed, and moved forward to hug him, but she paused, her nose crinkling slightly at the thin sheen glistening across his form with sweat, "I would hug you, but you look gross."

"Oh my god, Alice" Derek groaned, "you can't just tell people they look gross."

"Sorry," she pouted at Scott, "I like your jawline, though. It's interesting."

"It's okay," Scott laughed slightly, though confusion danced across his features, "and, uh, thanks."

He looked to Stiles in hopes of an explanation.

"Derek's non-werewolf but also somehow not human sister, apparently," Stiles shrugged.

"Oh," Scott blinked, "well, it's very nice to meet you, Alice, I'm Scott."

Alice daintily took the rough, calloused hand the werewolf held out to her, but instead of shaking it, she began spreading apart his fingers and running her own along the grooves of his knuckles as she inspected it.

"Why are you here?" Derek bluntly pressed on, "It isn't safe for you to be here."

"You need my help," Alice turned to her brother, still smiling.

"I can handle Erica and Boyd," he clenched his jaw at the thought of his missing betas.

"Not with them," Alice shook her head, "something is coming."

Stiles and Scott looked to each other in panic and confusion, and Derek furrowed his brows.

"Alice," he frowned, "what do you mean?"

"The animals," she replied vaguely, "they know it too."

"Wait," Stiles interjected, "you've noticed the animals, too?"

They were referring to the bizarre behavior of Beacon Hills' animal population as of lately.

"Of course," she nodded, "the animals can always sense when something big is going to happen."

"You two need to leave," Derek stated firmly.

The boys frowned, both wanting to press the girl for more answers, but they complied, making their way out of the house.

"You painted the door," Scott called out suddenly as he opened the structure, "Why'd you paint the door?"

"I know," Alice pouted, "I don't like the color, either. It's too angry."

"Go home, Scott," Derek was withholding something.

"Why only one side?" Scott wasn't listening, despite Stiles' groaning as he attempted to push his best friend out the door.

The teen wolf flicked his claws out, scratching through the fresh coat of paint easily.

"Scott," Derek warned as the boy began scraping away at the paint in a flurry of claws and red flakes.

"Well, that's not very nice," Alice frowned, moving forward with her brother.

His efforts revealed a daunting symbol, burned into the door in black.

"Oh," Alice blinked rapidly as she took in the familiar symbol, "that's no good. That's no good at all."

"The birds at school, and the dear last night," Scott began to put together the seemingly random occurrences, "just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha."

Derek only looked at him, unwilling to give up any information, as Alice began muttering incoherently to herself, startling Stiles beside her.

"How many are there?" Scott demanded.

"A whole pack of them," Derek sighed reluctantly, "an Alpha pack."

"They aren't very nice," Alice muttered, wringing her hands together and pacing back and forth, "Not very nice at all."

"Alice," Derek said gently, "why don't you go check on Isaac?"

"Yes," she nodded rapidly, "Isaac is nice, and very pretty."

Stiles watched the girl exit from view in concern, a sense of worry filling him for the girl for unknown reasons.

Alice rested her chin in her hands as she stared at the unconscious boy, very close to his face. She began running her fingers along his forehead softly.

His cerulean blue eyes flew open at her touch, his breath coming back to him with a gasp.

"Oh, hello," Alice beamed, not moving away from his face.

"Uh, hi there," Isaac met her gaze in confusion, touching the flower in his curls with furrowed brows.

"Do you like it?" Alice questioned eagerly, "I think it looks wonderful."

"Where is she?" Isaac sat up, peering past Alice's form to look at the trio of males, "Where is the girl?"

"What girl?" Derek frowned.

"The one who saved me."

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Well folks! How's that for a first chapter? Not great, I'm way too excited for her and Lydia to meet.

I don't really have much to say here, starting a new story is always awkward, but I hope you guys liked it!!!!

What do you think of Alice?

Love you lots and stay hydrated,

-Belle xx