Authors Note: So, this is the rewrite of MBiaC, if you're reading this for the first time – good, you obviously haven't missed anything, but for everyone who read the first one, you seriously don't have to read this one too until I catch up, which will be about chapter 6 so just be on the look out! If you don't want to read again, don't worry! Any and all important information I might have changed will be mentioned in the beginning of the chapter where I catch up. If you do want to read this again, thank you! Seriously I am so sorry for doing this, but I just hope this way I'll enjoy the story a lot more. :)

My Body is a Cage – Chapter 1

The lush green wilderness surrounded the creature on all sides. Panting heavily, the creature's black silhouette got down on all fours and began to scramble as far as it could from the husky voices and gun shots before they got any closer. The forest seemed to never end, the overgrown greens seemed to continue spiraling in every direction.

Once far enough away from the sounds of the attackers, the creature stopped, hidden behind a tree, and sniffed. Its wolf like feature gave it the ability to sense the hunters, even from miles away. When the creature decided that the assailants must have given up, it allowed its back to slide down the rough bark and plant down on the moist earth. The creature's unnatural blue eyes scanned the forest. It was definitely lost, probably miles away from home.

Still a bit out of breath, the blue eyed creature stood, a little shaken and began to walk in the eastward direction. Slowly, wolf like thing began to resemble more human like characteristics than before, and its eyes incredible shade of blue became much softer. All the extra inhumane qualities continued to vanish as the creature kept walking through the blooming woodland.

By the time the silhouette reached the end of the woods, anyone around would have guessed they had just been going for an afternoon stroll in the woods, definitely not being chased by a group of middle aged men with numerous lethal weapons that could definitely do much harm to the creature.

No, no one would assume that. That was one of the advantages of being a shape shifter; no one had to know any more than you let them.

The crisp air that had ventured from the previous night made a young brunette shiver as she lifted an old, torn duffel bag out of the small trunk of a black BMW Sedan. The girl, probably in her very early twenties, turned to a dark haired woman with her usually curly hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. "Seriously Melissa, I can't thank you enough."

The middle aged woman smiled light heartedly as she shifted an identical bag to the one the young girl was carrying. Melissa didn't understand who the brunette could carry the dark duffel with such ease; it wasn't exactly the lightest thing to tug around. "Sweetheart, don't worry about it. You're family, Scott and I would do anything for you."

The brunette girl smiled appreciatively as she wrapped her free arm around the woman. "Thanks Aunt Meli. Speaking of Scott, where is my kid cousin?"

Melissa eyed the large bag that the girl had simply placed between her right arm and side, how she could keep that much weight tucked under one arm, Melissa wasn't sure. "He's over at his friend Stile's house, those two can get in so much trouble when they're together."

"Stiles?" The brunette asked making a face at the name. What kind of name was Stiles? "The kid's name is Stiles?"

Melissa remembered her reaction when she learned the strange name the young boy had insisted everyone called him. But, Stiles Stilinski wasn't exactly the most normal kid around. "Yeah, just stay far away from that one."

The brunette laughed trying to imagine the trouble her kid cousin Scott could possibly get into. She knew Scott, and he wasn't one to exactly break the rules. "Noted," the young girl made herself a mental note and followed her aunt into the cute home.

"The room isn't exactly the most beautiful color, it was Scott's dad's work office before he moved out," Melissa explained as she made her way up the creaky stairs as she struggled with the large duffel, "But, it's a room I suppose."

"Mel, do you need some help with that bag?" The brunette noticed the duffel beginning to slip from her aunt's petite hands as she reached out to prevent the fall.

"No, no I got this," Melissa was determined to make her way up the stair case without anyone's assistance, especially from her twenty-one year old niece who was already carrying the one twin duffel bag with ease. Once at the top of the wooden stair case, Melissa led her niece down the hallway, past two bedrooms and a restroom, and then finally to a small room at the back of the McCall home.

Slightly panting, Melissa sat the bag down on the floor on top of a patched rug and stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips as the young brunette walked towards the small, double bed. "It's not much, but I hope it'll work until you can find a house of your own. I'm sure a young girl like you seriously doesn't want to live with her aunt and cousin forever."

The young girl placed her load on top of what she assumed was one of her aunt's homemade quilts and unzipped the pouch. "Melissa, I seriously couldn't have asked for anything more. I owe you for an eternity."

"Khloe, you don't owe me anything. You're family, this is what family does," Melissa couldn't help but notice the brunette's face drop at the word 'family'. Suddenly regretting her choice of words, Melissa began to walk back out in the small hallway, "You know, I bet you're starving. How about we go into the kitchen, and you can try some of the banana bread I slaved over for you."

Khloe gave her aunt a forced light smile as she tried to push the flooding memories out of her head. The brunette heard a car down slam shut and she felt her heart jump. She was finally going to get to see her favorite cousin, alright, her only cousin, for the first time in about three years.

"Mom," a teenage boy's voice called throughout the house, "I see Khloe's car in the driveway-"

"Oh my God, Scott McCall," The brunette smiled as she made her way down the creaky stair case and threw herself into her dark haired cousin's arms. "Well I'll be damned McCall, you must've grown a whole foot – I actually have to look up to you now."

The dark haired boy's nose twitched as she limply returned the hug then stepped back from the girl looking at her as if he was trying to place a name to the face. "Um, yeah…You look really good Khlo."

Khloe obviously picked up on her cousin's strange behavior as she stood with her hands on her hips in front of him. "Whoa Scott, try and tone down you're excitement," Khloe shot her cousin a slight smirk as she turned and made her way into the small kitchen.

As the two cousins sat down around the wooden circular table planted off to the side of the kitchen, Melissa walked around pouring lemonade over their shoulders from a sweating pitcher. Melissa grabbed three plates and cut each of the family members a thick slice of warm bread. Then, as the aunt sat down, she examined her young niece, admiring how much she looked like the girl's late father. "So, Khloe, you know since you've been in Beacon Hills for all of thirty minutes, how do you like it so far?"

Khloe effortlessly pulled a chunk of bread that had been just freshly cut from the loaf and pondered for a moment on how to describe the small town that winding through the large neighboring woods. "Well, it's differently much quieter than Seattle. It's nice to come back to a small town."

Melissa smiled, but silently feeling a bit sorry for the young girl. After years of being forced to move around the map, Melissa hoped that maybe Khloe would be able to think of Beacon Hills as a nice place to settle down. Melissa's eyes scanned over to her son, watching him pick at the nuts inside the bread. "Are you okay Scott?"

Khloe was a bit glad that her aunt had also picked up on her cousin's strange behavior; it was definitely not like Scott. "Yeah Scott, you look like you've seen a ghost, is something wrong?"

The dark haired boy gave both of the women a forced encouraging nod as he began to play with the edges on his fork. "Yeah, everything's fine – practice was a little rough today, and I had a big test, so I'm just a little out of it."

The brunette eyed her cousin suspiciously and then thanked her dark haired aunt for the delicious bread and that the slaving was totally worth it. "Hey Scott, I need to run up to the store to grab some things, wanna come with me? I'll buy you anything you want."

Scott still looked a bit uneasy while he shot his mom a look. Melissa nodded at her son with one of her eyebrows raised trying to figure out why Scott would need permission to go out with his older cousin. "Yeah, let's go."

Khloe walked out of the warm home and back out into the crisp midafternoon air as her dark haired cousin followed her to the obsidian Sedan. The brunette started the car, backed out, and adjusted her mirrors. "So," She began as she turned down the volume on the current radio station, current pop hits just didn't satisfy her music needs. "Since it's just the two of us, are you going to tell me what's actually going on inside your teenage head?"

"Nothing is wrong Khlo, I swear."

Khloe sighed and shot her cousin a look. "I know you're lying Scott."

Scott was taken aback. What did she know? "What? How?" Scott asked a little too quickly.

"Whoa, Scott, calm down. It's no big deal," Khloe kept her eyes on the road as she scanned the area for the small corner store she had passed on her way to the McCall house.

"How did you know I was lying?" Scott asked nervously. He was sure the whole town could hear his heartbeat.

The young brunette shot her kid cousin and strange look and shook her head. "Nobody's told you that your eyebrows wiggle when you lie?"

Every muscle in Scott's body relaxed as a wave of relief washed over him. "Oh yeah."

Khloe squinted her eyes and she thought she saw the outline of the small store; the sudden rain was making it hard to see just about anything. So, cautiously, the young girl pulled into the empty parking lot and pulled straight through one of the spaces. She jerked the keys out of the ignition, probably with a little too much force, and grabbed the shiny black door handle.

The rain outside hit the young girl's face as she tried to shield her eyes from the rain, not wanting to smear any make up. Something then triggered inside her that made her shoulders tense up and made her fist clench tightly together, probably causing a permanent indention from her keys.

"Is something wrong?" Scott asked as he watched his cousin's light blue eyes scan the forest next to the general store.

"No," Khloe shook her head and shifted her eyes back to her kid cousin, "No, it's just really cold out here."

"Do you want my coat?" Scott offered as he began to slide his dark jacket off of him to hand to his older cousin.

"No, no. Let's go inside," Khloe began to walk towards the double door entrance, but not without stealing a quick glance over her shoulder back at the woods. The two walked into the bare corner shop, and Scott decided he would go off and grab whatever he may have possibly needed. So, Khloe decided to go off and get her girl essentials while Scott wasn't around. Just as the brunette was grabbing a new razor, she couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes following her. With her breathing starting to increase, she whipped around to see an empty aisle full of feminine products behind her. The brunette allowed herself to sigh in relief, as she turned around and bumped into the familiar form of her cousin. "Oh my God!"

"Khloe?" Scott was concerned at how freaked out his cousin was. This wasn't normally like her, or was it? "Are you okay?"

Khloe could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Now you're the one that looks like they've seen a ghost," Scott chuckled to himself quoting his older cousin's words from earlier. "Come on, let's go pay."

As Scott led his older cousin to the front cash register, she still couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes following her, watching her every way she went. It was kind of like that feeling that she was up on stage flustered while she forgot her lines and watching as hundreds of pairs of eyes bore into her. That was a feeling Khloe Parker didn't like.

That noise, what the hell is that noise? The front door? Keys? What the fuck is someone breaking into the house or something? Khloe thought to herself as the unknown sounds coming from the downstairs awoke her from a peaceful night's slumber. The brunette pushed the patch worked quilt off of her and reached down to the bottom drawer of the night stand where her .45 lived. With the gun securely placed in front of her, the young girl made her way down the creaky stair case as quietly as she could without the intruder hearing.

The further she got down the staircase, the bright light that illuminated from the kitchen revealed more and more of the dark hallway. Khloe leaned against the wall just outside the small kitchen she had just been eating banana nut bread in earlier and listened to the sound of the refrigerator door close slowly and the pop of a jar. Was the intruder making a sandwich?

Mustering up all her courage, Khloe whirled around the wall and held the gun out in front of her pointed at a dark haired teenage boy spreading mayonnaise on a slice of wheat bread. "Who the hell are you?!"

The dark haired teen jumped nervously as he clumsily almost knocked over the half empty jar of mayo. "Who the hell are you?!"

Khloe rolled her as she started to assume that the teenager before her had to be Scott's trouble maker friend. "You must be Stiles?" The brunette put the pistol down at her side, facing away from the teenager.

"And you must be Khloe. You know, I seriously could not have asked for a better way to be introduced to Scott's hot cousin. I mean, having someone point a gun at your face, that's a great icebreaker."

"What's going on?" The other dark haired teenager asked groggily as he made his way into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. The brightness that shone from the large ceiling light caused his eyes to squint by instinct as his eyes went from his cousin to his best friend. "Stiles?"

"Hey Scott," The dark haired chatterbox waved at his sidekick, "Hey, you wouldn't mind telling your cousin to put that gun away, would you?" Stiles was still eyeing the pistol nervously as he turned his attention back to his friend.

Scott shot the dark haired boy a look and then his cousin. "Hey Khloe-"

"Yeah, I heard him," Khloe put the safety on and slowly put the gun on the counter, making sure the young boy could see she wasn't going to do any harm. "Kid, why are you here in the kitchen?"

The short haired boy shrugged as he looked from the sandwich to the two cousins. "I got hungry?" He explained more as a question than a statement.

"You got so hungry that you came all the way to Scott's house, at 2:30 in the morning, to make an expired turkey sandwich?" Khloe eyed the boy suspiciously. Maybe he'd been out smoking? But the chatterbox boy didn't exactly seem the type.

The dark haired boy made a face at the sandwich, "Yeah that sounds just about right."

"How did you even get in kid?"

Stiles reached into the front pocket of his faded blue jeans and held out a silver key in the palm of his hand. "I got a key made."

Khloe turned to face her young cousin. "I shouldn't be surprised, should I?"

Scott shook his head. This was usual Stiles behavior, and besides, he had had that key made years ago. It wasn't odd for Stiles to randomly break into the McCall house. "No."

Khloe sighed and folded her arms across her chest as she stared at the teen. "Okay, let's discuss how you're going to get home. You're dad's the sheriff right? So, are you going to get in your car and pretend this never happened, or do I need to call him so you can pick you up?"

"You know, that is a great question, how about I go discuss that with Scott here in his room?" When Khloe shot the boy a dark frown he tried flattery, "You know Khloe, has anyone ever told you you look astounding when you wake up, you really do. You know, I think you can pull off bed head-"

Stiles had shot his friend a look before Scott cut him off. Scott knew whatever Stiles was here for, it was at least somewhat important. "Khloe, Stiles wouldn't have come over if it wasn't super important. Can we just have like 15 minutes?"

Khloe's shoulders dropped. "Scott, don't make me the bad guy," Scott stared at her with big brown eyes. "Scott, you know I can't say no to you when you bring out the puppy dog eyes."

"So is that a yes?"

"15 minutes, clock's ticking," Khloe watched as the two partners in crime dashed up the creaky stair case while Khloe quickly cleaned up the mess. Then, she made her way up the stairs just in time to hear Stiles whisper, "Scott, the full moon's tomorrow."

"Yeah, I think I noticed," Her cousin retorted in a hushed voice.

"What are we going to do?"

"I think I've got control of it now."

Khloe's breath got caught in her throat as she quietly pressed herself against the wall outside of Scott's room. "Yeah, you said that last time and you tried to strangle me to death in the locker room, remember that? Well I do…What if I get Derek?"

Derek. Derek…How do I know a Derek…. Khloe thought. Derek…Derek Harris? No. Hill? No…

"Derek? What is he going to do?"

Could it be Derek Hall? No. That doesn't sound right.

"Well, he can control it."

"I can too."

"Yeah, uh-huh. Okay wolf boy let's see what happens tomorrow when the moon beams down on you and you turn into a hairy killing machine in front of your mom and cousin."

Khloe's heart stopped. Had Stiles just called her cousin wolf boy? Why were they talking about full moons and this Derek guy?

"I've never killed anyone," Scott spat defensively.

"Well, you could. And that could be me, so that's why I'm especially concerned."

"What do we do? How do we even get Derek over here?"

"I don't know," Stiles paused, "Tell your mom or cousin he's a friend from school, or something."

"You seriously think Derek can pass as a high schooler?"

Derek Hayes? Hale…Hale! Derek Hale. Wait, that Derek Hale? Why in the hell are Scott and his friend messing around with the werewolf Derek Hale? Khloe's heart was pounding and she was wondering if the boys could hear it.

"Say he got held back, I don't know,"

"Why do we have to do this?"

"Because Scott, when you're a werewolf you might just have to do things you don't want to do."

That was it – Khloe's heart officially stopped. Scott was a werewolf that was for certain. Scott's a werewolf, oh my fucking God. She thought to herself as she slowly made her way to her room. Her cousin, Scott McCall is a werewolf. Trying to forget everything she'd just heard, the brunette slid into her warm bed, pulled the blankets all the way up to her chin hoping tomorrow everything would be just like normal.

The young girl was just finishing clean up the kitchen for Melissa, that was her chore for the time, she had offered to do the house cleaning as her way of paying for rent, when she heard the front door open and two pairs of footsteps enter.

"Khloe," Scott called as he ran into the kitchen, grabbed one of the cookies Khloe had just recently baked, and smiled at his older cousin. "I have a friend over from school."

Khloe smiled, realizing that it probably took Stiles a lot of effort to convince Scott into letting the guy over, an event Scott hadn't seemed very pleased about the previous night. "Cool, can I meet him?" Khloe just seriously wanted to meet the Derek Hale she'd heard her father talk so highly about for years.

Scott gulped as he shifted uncomfortably, "Um…"

"Oh come on McCall, I won't bite – unless he asks me too," Khloe smirked at her younger cousin who seemed to be thinking about something horrible between his older cousin and the young man in the room behind him.

Scott groaned at this older cousin's sexual comment as he tried to shake the image out of his head. "Khloe…"

"Oh come on Scott, I was kidding But, I'm only 21 so I'm still pretty hot," Khloe flashed the same smirk as before and noticed that her cousin obviously did not appreciate the joke. "Ok, God Scott, I was kidding – let me meet him."

Scott led his brunette cousin into the hallway where a tall young man in all black stood, hands in his pockets. He wore a dark grimace as he eyed the young girl. "Khloe, this is my friend Derek, Derek this is my cousin Khloe," The two stared each other down sourly.

This spiteful brute is the Derek Hale I've heard such good things about? Khloe forced a smile upon her face as she held a tan, manicured hand out towards the dark haired young man. "It's nice to meet you Derek."

Derek looked down at the hand, and out of the corner of Khloe's eye, she saw Scott share an encouraging nod. "You too," He muttered without any care.

Khloe folded her tan arms across her chest as she eyed the young werewolf. "So Derek, you look a little old to be a high schooler." She'd always had fun messing with Scott, even if he didn't know she was messing with him.

The teenager groaned, of all questions, Khloe would ask that one. "He got held back."

Derek continued to stare, narrow-eyed, at the brunette like when you're watching a movie and you can't remember who one of the actors are. The dark haired werewolf seemed totally oblivious to everything else.

Scott seemed to notice the young man's stare, for he punched the werewolf in the arm, causing Derek's head to snap in Scott's direction. "Well, we're just going to be in my room studying."

"Alright," Khloe gave Scott her fake smile as she watched the two werewolves make their way up the stairs.

"What the hell was wrong with you down there?" Khloe heard Scott fuss at the young werewolf.

"I just thought I knew her alright," Derek retorted.

That night Khloe made sure to listen out for Scott, to make sure he was okay. Not that she would be able to do much, her father never covered that. So, at about 1:30, since not a single noise came from the teenager's room, Khloe decided she could call it a night.

Still trying to let everything soak in about her cousin being a werewolf, she slid into the bed and stared at the bright full circle outside her window.

That's one of the advantages of being a shape shifter, Khloe thought to herself as she started drifting into a deep sleep; no one has to know any more than you let them.