The smell of smoke and fear mute my senses. The only other thing seeping into my terror stricken mind is the shout of absolute panic making my ear's ache.

My eyes burn from smoke and tears and my chest heaves from the air fighting to stay in my lungs, my skin stretches painfully the fire blistering my olive toned skin with little to no effort.

My small ten year old body curls its self into a ball razor sharp claws digging into my sides in agony leaking crimson varcolac (Werewolf) blood onto the scorched stone floor.

I can see the red draining from my mothers eyes, the green dulling in my fathers, I can see my twin sister cora's brown eyes still fighting to stay open, the last thing I registered before waking up in an ambulance with my older brother and sister leaning over me is burned arms reaching toward me and my name in a pained scream.

"Accalia!" (Uh-Kay-Lee-Uh)

I shoot forward in my bed a gasp escaping my lips the burnt smell still lingering in my nose my eyes feel puffy from crying and my throat is dry, I glance around the burnt room of my old home and realize that I have once again come back to the scene of that horrific crime.

Except there's only two of us now, 11 people died that night, two made it out. Three of us got to leave one of us wasn't that lucky. But only two of us made it back. Laura was gone, Peter might as well be and it was me and Derek against the world.

That was a lot of pressure for a twenty- two year old and a sixteen year old to have to carry around but we would handle it the way we always had. With harsh glares deep growls and an air of intimidation that came with the Hale blood line it seemed.

"Accalia, if you don't get up you're gonna be late!" The rough growl of my brothers voice and the pound of a large fist against the wall flooded my over sensitive ears and I groaned dropping back against the worn out mattress we call a bed.

I reluctantly pull myself off of the floor and dig through my bag pulling out a simple pair of blue jean shorts, a black shirt with the words "Early mornings, messy hair, big shirts, strong coffee." on it and a light army green jacket, I quickly get dressed, leaving my dark brown hair down in natural messy waves that land at my rib cage, I sigh at my reflection in the dirty mirror on the wall still seeing the similarities between me and my dead twin sister.

Same hair same olive skin, same nose and full lips, same eye shape though they were different colors, Cora's were a deep brown and mine are cool mint green like Derek and Laura's.

I line my eyes with thick coal liner and heavy mascara contrasting against the cold green color, my olive skin is bronzed around the edges from constant sun exposure so I don't feel the need for foundation I swipe some chap stick on and call it done.

Grabbing my keys and slipping on a pair of worn out converse on the way down stairs.

I find Derek leaning against the counter in what's left of the kitchen his shoulders tense and his brow creased I instantly feel the same expression cross my face when the sent off fresh dirt hits me my eyes automatically fall to the window where I know Laura is buried- well half of her.

I grimace squeezing one of Dereks shoulders when I lean past him to grab the large black coffe and breakfast burrito he got me.

He sighs hanging his head between his shoulders "Someone was turned the other night." He states.

I sip my coffee ignoring the burn on the roof of my mouth knowing it would heal in a matter of seconds anyway. "You feel it two then?" I ask more of a statement then a question.

I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up life the heckles of my wolf rising to the surface and I stubbornly push it down knowing I needed to have more of a hold on it then Derek.

"His name is Scott McCall." He informs me ignoring my question.

I raise my brow not at all surprised that he somehow already knows that, "He's in your grade I want you to keep an eye on him, we need him to trust us if he wants to stay alive."

"And you want me to get him to trust us how? with my sparkling social skills?" I snort.

"I don't care how, just do it. Watch yourself the Argents are in town." I freeze a snarl bubbling up out of my throat, "That's what you need to watch Accalia." He says flashing his eyes at him I roll mine in response, "And be careful riding that thing." He says gruffly.

I laugh tossing my leg over my black harley "I'm a werewolf, Der. Plus I heal even faster then you do."

He rolls his eyes "I don't think you'll be healing all that well when you split your head open on the asphalt going eight five miles an hour Lia." He scolded his worry being drowned out my the easy use of my nickname and the fond glint in his eyes.

...

The rumble of my bike had me already turning heads when I pulled into the parking lot of Beacon hills high home of the cyclones- and werewolves and werewolf hunters. Oh my!

I ignore the looks weaving my way through swarms of bubble gum lip gloss and axe body spray toward the office where I sat to wait for the vice principle to walk me to my first class. I entertained myself by leveling my cold stare at the secretary who paled at my last name.

The name Hale was well known around Beacon hills it was muttered like a ghost story, a curse, or a threat. Something that gave you chills or made you skin crawl. It used to be a name that commanded respect.

After awhile of listening to her heart race like a scared rabbit and watching her nervously stutter about, she quickly excused herself to go see what was taking the vice principle so long, I chuckled to myself.

He rushed out of the office a moment later doing a much better job at hiding his unease as he led me toward my first class of the day.

Economics.

He ushered me into the class room handing the Teacher- a wild eyed man with messy black hair, my papers while I over looked the class, my eyes falling on the wide brown ones of a tan boy with shaggy brown hair and a crocked jaw.

I easily locked onto his scent the scent of wolf just noticeable under the human one. I smirk at his confused expression no doubt trying to figure out who or what I am.

"Another new student? We just got one last week! Oh well, class this is, Ak- Asa- oh hell!" The teacher- Finstock exclaimed I fight off amusement settling for rolling my eyes heavily.

"Accalia. It's Latin." I state bluntly moving to seat myself toward the back, "For wolf." I mutter under my breathe when I walk past the new wolf just as Finstock says.

"Yes thank you! Everyone welcome Accalia Hale."

A murmur runs through the class and A boy with a buzz cut sitting next to the new wolf- Scott, flails so hard he almost falls out of his seat turning around to look at me.

His bambi like eyes wide and fearful I can smell the underlining adderal scent under the smell of fresh laundry and curly fries and guess ADHD with the way he twitches and blinks at me.

I smirk at him chuckling lowly figuring that this is probably Scotts best friend considering he kicks him with his foot and sends him a panicky knowing look.

He flushes at my scrutiny running a hand over his fuzz of brown hair and quickly turning back around in his seat, his heartbeat hammering. He accidentally knocks something off of his desk drawing the teachers attention to himself.

"Problem Stilinski?"

He stutters, "Uh, N-no Coach."

He nods before bursting out with, "Then shut up stilinski! Shut it!"

He sinks in his chair some his ears turning pink and flushing his neck red under his flannel. I tilt my head to the side incuriosity my heart beating faster in excitement at the reaction, the whole demeanor of him that of a skittish deer so different from my wolf that I found it fascinating.

Scott turns around to look at me his grip white knuckled on the desk his eyes narrowed in a glare somehow managing to look terrified and angry at the same time.

I just grin at him letting my canines lengthen just a hair and flash him a wink watching in morbid fascination as his heart skips a beat and he quickly turns around.

Then I remember Dereks words, 'We need him to trust us' and sigh sinking in my seat some.

Maybe I shouldn't scare him to death, I have a feeling he doesn't have a fight or flight response.

He has a flight or flight response, and I definitely wasn't helping.

Shit.

...

When lunch rolls around I grab a coke and a plate of fries making my way to the table where Scott and the Stilinski kid sat huddled together talking in hushed tones.

"I know, but her scent was different, I mean with Derek his scent is more human then wolf. She smells more wolf then human!" Scott said causing me to roll my eyes yet again.

"Well theres gotta be a reason for that." The bambi like one reasons.

"There is." I say dropping into the seat next to Stilinski and across from Scott.

They jump. "What are you doing here?" Scott hisses.

I quick an eye brow at him popping a fry in my mouth, "I'm sixteen Scott I go to School."

"You know his name?" Stilinski asked looking all wide eyed at me, I nod sipping my coke, "Oh well I'm Stiles." He states awkwardly.

I nod again "Accalia."

Scott rolls his eyes, "I meant here, sitting with us."

"Making friends." I say monotoned threw another mouthful.

"We don't want to be your friend." Scott says bluntly while glaring at me I'm almost impressed by how little fear he's showing at the moment.

"Ouch." I chuckle 'Stiles' furrows his brows at me like he's trying to figure me out and I sigh rolling my eyes, "Look Scott, like it or not you need help if you want to survive and I have answers. Okay, I'm not just gonna go away. This isn't just your secrete to keep."

I lean forward trying to get my point across.

"I'm a Hale i've already got a target painted on my back I don't need you making it any worse and I don't need your blood on my hands when I could help you."

Scott's still glaring at me and Stiles looks unsure, "Why do you smell more wolf then human?" Stiles asked just as the bell rings.

"I'm a delta." I state picking up my tray and tossing my bag over my shoulder.

"Wait what does that mean?!" He yells tripping over the plastic chair trying to keep up with me, I simply chuckle and wink at him watching him flush pink again before rounding the corner and disappearing in the sea of other students.

...

When the bell rings to signal the end of the day, I grab my stuff from my locker preparing myself to go to lacrosse practice and keep an eye on Scott, when a red head stops in front of me a pale brunette next to her.

She coyly twirls a strand of hair around her finger making a show of looking me up and down, I glare at her and she seems to falter but only for a second "I'm Lydia Martin and this is Allison Argent," She says motioning to the brunette next to her. She smiles sweetly at me a set of deep dimples showing and I dig my nails into my thigh feeling my claws lengthen.

Just seeing her here knowing what her family did, not knowing if she had started training or not makes me want to shift. I was in the house. In the fire.

I want to be sick.

"Your way to pretty not to be my friend, why don't you sit with us during lacrosse practice."

I send the redhead-Lydia a bitter smile that I'm sure came out more like a snarl then anything else "I'm gonna walk away now" I bit out spinning on my heal and walking briskly to the field.

I drop on the loudly onto the bench next to Stiles who does a double take and then sends me a hesitant look, "if your trying to infiltrate Scotts life then don't you want to sit next to Allison?"

Hearing her name again causes me to dig my nails in farther, a small trickle of blood runs down my thigh and onto the bench. "I'd rather carve 'bite me' into my ass." I snarl.

He stares a me in surprise flailing when he noticed my claws "whoa -hey stop that!" quickly wrapping a large warm hand around my wrist and pulling my hand away from my leg, watching in fascination as the wound closes in front of his eyes.

I force my claws away while he continues to stare in child like amazement "That's so cool!"

I chuckle "It comes in handy."

He gives me a funny look opening his mouth the say something when we hear the whistle blow "McCall's gonna do it again, McCall's gonna do it again!"

"What's wrong with that man?" I mutter quickly still watching the field, Stiles laughs next to me, "You know we don't really know"

The sound of a frantic heartbeat reaches my ears and I frown narrowing my eyes at Scotts form running toward the captain- Jackson I think. I jump to my feet right before he rams into him sending the blonde to the ground. Hard.

I wince at the bitter smell of pain. Scott bends over clutching his head in his hands I can feel the change in the air and Stiles runs over to help him into the locker room.

I follow glancing toward the woods when a familiar sent hits my nose, my eyes lock with matching green ones and Derek nods at me turning around and disappearing back into the woods while I go to help the newly turned wolf.

I run into the locker room in time to see Scott wolfed out and on top of the lockers stalking Stiles, I push him behind me snarling at Scott a feral sound loud enough to startle him back a few feet giving Stiles enough time to spray him with a fire extinguisher, before I pulled the human out of the room.

A few seconds later his pulse is back to normal and he calls out with a shaky voice, "Stiles?"

We walk back into the room to find him sitting on a bench a dazed expression on his face, "What happened?" He ask wary of me.

"You just tried to kill your best friend!" I snarl slamming a clawed hand into the locker next to me, "It's the anger. Your pulse rising I could hear it from a mile and a half away if I wanted to Scott!"

"Derek was right, it's a trigger," Stiles said and I send him a 'ya think?' look.

"But that's lacrosse! It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed." Scott said exasperated.

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field." Stiles exlaimed.

Well at least one of them has half a brain,

"You can't play in that game on Saturday." I warn.

"She's right, Scott." Stiles agreed with me still giving me a hesitant look.

"But I'm first line!" Scott argued.

"Not anymore." Stiles stated.

"Do you wanna play lacrosse or not kill anyone? It's not a hard decision." I deadpan.

...

The two boys watched while Derek exited the house glancing back toward one of the upper windows once before making his way to his car and peeling out of the drive.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Stiles asked a little timidly glancing at the house.

"Is Accalia here?" He whispered.

Scott paused for a minute trying to focus he's hearing, "Her heart beat's really steady I think she's asleep we'll just have to be quiet."

They quickly stuck a shovel into the disturbed ground.

...

The next morning Scott watched Derek and Accalia get taken out of the house in handcuffs. One of the officers jerking Accalia enough that she tripped a little down the stairs causing Derek to pull against the cuffs and bark "Hey Watch it!"

Scott raised his brows not sure why it surprised him how protective Derek was over his sister.

Stiles on the other hand was sliding into the front seat of the police car with the two Hale siblings in cuffs in the back seat.

"Just so you know I'm not scared of you," He muttered.

Derek glared at him while Accalia growled a low rumble through her chest, "Okay, maybe I am." Stiles relented.

"Doesn't matter, I just wanna know something. That girl you killed, she was a werewolf, wasn't she? I mean she can turn herself into an actual wolf. And I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?"

"Fuck you 'Stilinski!" Accalia snarled the pure hurt behind the words shocking him so much he leaned back in his seat against the dash board.

Derek subtly leaned into her side to calm her down before scowling at the boy.

"why are you so worried about us when it's you friend that's the problem? When he shifts on the field what do you think they're gonna do? Huh? Keep cheering him on? We can't stop him from playing, but you can." Derek leaned forward, "And trust me, you want to."

"And trust me when I tell you," Accalia said her eyes filled with rage induced tears "You better hope they never let me out of these cuffs."

Stiles eyes widened and his dad pulled him out of the car.

Scott who had been listening in shook his head.

"What did we do?"