This is the first part, and it's based on a graphic and idea I had you can see here post/26721085351

It was a cold Friday night in Beacon Hills, even for November, when Sam parked her car in the driveway of her new house. She counted herself lucky there was even a house for sale in such a small town, but there was something about the previous owner being killed and his son went to live somewhere else in town. Either way, she had the perfect house, not for its looks but for its location.

She got out of her car, carrying an overnight bag with the last of her meager possessions, and opened the front door to drop her things on the floor. It was dark already, she could sneak out to the woods and no one would see her, so that's just what she did. She lived in the city for the past 2 years, she hadn't had this kind of freedom in a long time, but that was all it took for her senses to take over and within a few minutes of running into the woods, she turned.

She was running on all fours now, dodging the trees and going nowhere in particular, that is until the scent of another wolf got to her. No, not one, two other wolves, and if she wasn't mistaken, one was an Alpha. Boy was this night turning out differently than she'd expected. Sam followed the scent as fast and quietly as she could, until she was deep in the forest, near an old abandoned house. Well, it looked abandoned, but the scent and the voices she heard told a different story.

She stood up, but didn't force herself to fully turn back, eyes still glowing and fangs still exposed she walked onto the front porch. Unfortunately she overestimated the strength of the wood because it creaked under her weight. In less than a second the voices fell silent and she felt herself being pushed up against the living room wall by her throat, a dark-haired werewolf ferociously starring her down.

She growled and kicked, trying to shove him off, but after seeing his red eyes she knew this was the Alpha, and he's only let go on his own terms. So she stopped struggling, and let the pain against her neck bring her back to her complete human form, which is when he finally let go. She turned her head to the side and saw a younger werewolf, Beta by the looks of it. They both calmed down and turned back to their human states as well, when the Alpha glared at her. Even in his human form he looked like a wolf.

"Who are you? Another Omega looking to kill me? Well you came to the wrong town," he snarled.

Sam rolled her eyes, when would the Alpha's learn not all wolves cared about being the boss? "Well I won't deny red is my color, but I'm not here to kill anyone. I just moved here and didn't know there were other wolves around alright? Just curiosity."

The younger boy with the warm brown eyes stepped forward this time. "If you're only here for a place to live, you should get out before people realize you're here at all, it's too dangerous for our kind here. You don't want to know what happened to the last Omega that showed its face here."

The Beta was a hell of a lot nicer than the Alpha, but that was probably always the way. Sam hadn't been in a pack for very long before she realized she was better off on her own. But then…it almost looked like the Beta wasn't letting the Alpha be in charge of him either. Sam shook her head. "I didn't pick this town at random, I have a reason to be here it just has nothing to do with being a werewolf." Sam quickly raised her hands, as if to stop them before they said anything. "And don't ask, because it's personal."

The Alpha looked extremely annoyed at this point, his voice sounded more like a growl than anything when he spoke. "Personal? That's a bit too much of a coincidence don't you think? Who are you?"

She sighed, well if she was sticking around then there was no point in hiding her name, not that is was important anyways. "I'm Sam Delorain, and yes I'm an Omega with an agenda, but it has nothing to do with either of you." She laughed a bit under her breath. "Unless you know Jackson but I doubt-"

"Jackson? You're here for him?" The Beta perked up at the name. Oh great, they did know him. Now there was no way she would be able to just go home and pretend this never happened. "I'm Scott, Jackson's a friend of mine…sort of." He pointed a finger in the still glaring Alpha's direction (how was he still doing that?) "That's Derek." At the sound of his name, Derek turned abruptly to Scott and gave him a warning look.

"Relax, I'm just here to talk to Jackson tomorrow and I'll be gone before you know it. Probably." She shrugged, she really didn't want to make any promises yet, she'd never exactly done this before.

Scott's eyebrows furrowed, nowhere near as menacing as Derek's. "What do you want with him though?"

Sam tried to make her voice sound as nonchalant as possible. "He's my brother."