Stiles loves—and hates—to get called out of school. He loves it because, well, who doesn't? But he hates it because that means something's wrong. And it's especially worse when it's his father who's calling him out of class.

He was having such a good day, too. And it was all about to be spoiled by what was waiting for him at the Sheriff's station.

Stiles pulled his beloved Jeep into the parking lot, his heart pounding. The school hadn't told him why the Sheriff pulled him out of school. He didn't know if it was actually his dad who had called or if it was Deputy Parish or if it was someone else at the Station.

However, when he entered the Station, he was met with the sight of his father talking with a blonde who looked to be about Stiles' age. That sight was okay, but the few bags of luggage at the girl's feet increased Stiles' heartbeat a little.

That's when the Sheriff noticed his son. "Ah, Stiles. You're here."

Stiles waved his hand, completely unsure of what was going on. And he voiced his concern. "Who's that?"

The blonde finally turned around, staring at Stiles with her hard blue eyes.

"Stiles, this is Annie," the Sheriff said. "She's going to be living with us for a while."

Stiles blinked. Was his father really saying what he thought he was saying? How could his father, the Sheriff of the werewolf-supernaturally-infested Beacon Hills, take in some normal teenager? Didn't he know the danger of that?

"Stiles?" Apparently the teen had been silent too long. His father and the girl, Annie, were looking at him expectantly.

"Dad? Can I, um…talk to you? Privately?" Stiles didn't give his dad time to answer, though. He grabbed the Sheriff's arm and dragged him into his father's office. "What the hell are you thinking?" he hissed once the door was closed.

The Sheriff rolled his eyes at his son. "It's a nice gesture. She has no one. It's either here or in the foster system. Besides, she kind of has your record of sticking her nose into other people's business. I think she'll fit in."

"Yeah, but dad. Werewolves. Kanima. Banshees. Does she know about that kind of crap we have to deal with?"

Mr. Stilinski opened his mouth only to be interrupted by a couple small raps on the door.

It opened and Annie's head popped in. "You know I can hear you, right?"

The Stilinski men exchanged glances.

"I wasn't aware we were being that loud," the Sheriff confessed.

"You weren't," she said. "I just have really good hearing."

Then her blue eyes flashed red.