Different.
That's what I was. And because I was different I became an outcast, shunned by own so called 'Pack', I became an Omega, their 'Bitch', but I didn't want to be. So I ran. I ran and I ran until I was about to pass out from exhaustion and where I ran to was somewhere I never expected to be.

Beacon Hills. Aptly named, this town was indeed a beacon for everything supernatural, and now I was here too. A long time ago, about thirteen years back, I had two friends here, they lived in the town while I spent my days with my pack, only leaving to go to school with the other kids. They accepted me though, the innocence of three year olds. They didn't know I was different, that I wasn't meant to be part of their world but we formed a close bond, we were inseparable. Until my Alpha decided it was time to leave. I fought back, I didn't want to go but they dragged me along anyway. Why? I don't know. But I was back now and maybe Scott and Stiles were still here. Maybe they would remember the girl they only saw at school, the strange girl that never brought them back to her house. Maybe they would remember and they would accept me, the outcast. The girl with the lilac eyes.