It was a new day for Beacon Hills. Scott stood in the school's hallway and looked around, smiling. Liam, Mason, and Corey were together by their lockers. Liam and Mason talking while Corey listened, leaning against Mason. On the other side of the hall, Malia and Lydia stood together, laughing. Stiles came up behind him and threw an arm across his shoulders.

His pack had survived the Dread Doctors and the Beast of Gevaudan. They could survive the rest of the year.

At that moment, the doors of the school opened and a new guy walked in. Almost instantaneously, all the werewolves looked towards him as his scent hit them. It was a tall guy with messy black hair swept to one side and a tan, brooding face. He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and wore a sweatshirt saying, "AHS Swim Team".

As if sensing something, he looked up and sea green eyes locked with Scott's gaze before he looked away. When the guy walked past them, Scott swore he saw him tense for a second.

Once the guy was out of sight, Scott headed towards Lydia and Malia with Stiles right behind him. Liam and his group also hurried over.

"Did you guys feel that?" Scott asked immediately when his pack came together.

"What? What is going on?" Stiles looked back and forth between the werewolves. "Is it something supernatural? Please tell me it's something supernatural."

"Yeah"

"I felt it too."

Liam and Malia had also sensed something. Stiles noticed even Mason was nodding his head. He waved his hand in front of Mason's face. "Mason, you're not even a werewolf. What the hell can you even feel?"

"Uh… that he's hot?" Mason answered. Both Malia and Corey nodded in agreement, but Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Focus people," he said before turning towards Scott. "Scott, what is going on?"

"It's that guy, the one who just came in. It's his scent. It's just… really strong." Scott tried to explain but he didn't know how to describe it.

"Strong as in he hasn't showered in two weeks or strong as in the werewolf kind of strong." Stiles lifts his hands, motioning for Scott to go on.

"No, he's not a werewolf but he's definitely not human. I don't what he is but he smells almost as if he just-"

"-walked right out of the ocean?" Malia finished for him.

"Yeah." Scott agreed.

Stiles looked between the two. "Okay, so what? Are we dealing with mermaids now?" He asked sarcastically.

"Technically it would be mermen." Liam interjected.

Stiles looked at him. "Really, Liam. That's what you're focusing on?" Liam shrugged innocently, so Stiles moved on and continued talking. "So a merman. That doesn't seem too dangerous."

"I don't know." Lydia shook her head as she leaned back against the lockers. "According to mythology, mermaids are usually associated with misfortune and doom, luring sailors to their deaths at sea."

"So kind of dangerous." Stiles corrected.

"It seems okay." Mason said. "I mean not the whole misfortune and doom thing but the whole at sea thing because… we're not at sea so we can't be lured to our deaths sort of thing so he's not that... and I'll just shut up now." Mason stopped talking once he noticed everyone was staring at him skeptically. Corey patted him on the shoulder, comforting him.

"Guys," Scott broke the silence. "We don't even know if he's a mermaid."

"Merman."

"Liam!" Stiles said in exasperation.

"As long as we're on land, I think I can take him." Malia interrupted, raising a hand and releasing her claws.

"No." Scott declared, grabbing her hand and pulling it down. "No one is taking him. We don't even know if he did anything wrong. He could be harmless."

Stiles rolled his eyes and gestured towards him. "Come on, Scott. When was the last time someone new moved into this town who was harmless."

"Uh… Parrish. Kira." Scott answered.

Stiles put his hands on his hips and stared at Scott disbelievingly. "Really? A hellhound with superhuman strength and the ability to control fire and a slightly murderous kitsune is your definition of harmless."

"You know what I mean."

"Uh huh."

"Scott's right. He could just be drawn here by the Nemeton."

"Yeah, and on the off chance he might be here for a reason, I say we follow him, figure out what he's up to."

"It sounds like you want him to be evil." Lydia mused.

"It's been, like, three months since anything happened." Stiles retorted.

Lydia put one hand on her hip. "Yeah, and once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector."

"It wasn't that much." Stiles replied.

Lydia raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, it was more than that."

"Okay." Scott cut in, putting his hands in between the two. "We'll keep an eye on the guy, watch him while we're at school. In the meantime," Scott looked back at the other half of the group. "Liam, Mason, and Corey, you guys head to the library and try to figure out what he could be besides a merman."

Scott looked around at his pack and saw them all agree. They had handled worse than this before, and he knew they could handle this now. "Good. Now let's go to class."