Lydia sat in her room crying. She didn't know any other way of how to express this crazy raving in her chest. It wasn't like her to release her tears about a guy. Today was a day she wasn't going to forget easily; today was the day she got her broken. Her mother tried to console her, but the pain pushed her away. She looked at herself in the mirror and touched up her make-up. She let out a sigh and looked in the corner of a mirror where a picture of her life with Jackson stayed staring at her. She could feel the tears gathering behind her eyes. "No, no. I'm not going to live up to those overrated stereotypes of heartbroken teenage girls." she tried comforting herself. She picked up her phone and placed it on the charger. She walked to the foot of the bed and sat down, staring off into space. She heard a knock on the door which made her jump and brake out of her daze. "Lydia, sweetie, you can't stay cooped up in your room. Don't let this get you down. Look, I know it hurts, but your one step closer to your actual match made in heaven." her mother told her from the other side of the door. She heeded her mother's words and tossed on a designer jogging suit and decided to go for a run.

The pain she felt melted away as she quickly moved her athletic legs through the leaves on the ground. She never really admitted it to people, but she liked fall. She loved the smell of the wet leaves and the cool, crisp air against her face. She loved how she turned a sweeet apple red from the friction caused by the immigrating winds. She especially loved the memories she shared with her mom and dad from her childhood. She loved when Halloween would come around and her father would rake up the leaves and put them in bags with jack o'latern faces on them, and she and her friends would use them as bean bag chairs. Her mother would bake sugar cookies in the shapes of witches and pumpkins and candy, then she would bring them outside for her and her friends to eat with a nice cold cup of milk. She realized when her parents got divorced, things would change. She wouldn't be hurt like that again. She refused to be torn, so she created that stone like exterior.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the woods, their was another person going through things. It was no one else but Derek Hale. Whenever he became faced with problems, or stressed out, everyone he went out to kill. Derek was just like everyone else, but different; he had a secret. He was lonely, he kind of always was. Although he had Laura before he found her dead, she would leave him alone to handle some secret business. He hated being on the run afterr his humble abode was brought with his family inside. He patroled the woods for his run tonight. He ran every night in memory of his family's tradition. Keeps the blood pumping, you know?

"So, trying to beat your old man now, huh, Derek?" Mr. Hale teased his son on the last run they had together, the night before the fire. "Maybe you're getting slower, Dad" he teased back. When the Hale family reached their home, they applauded the youngest member's achievement. "Seems like the new Alpha is coming into play." his father said with a tremendous amount of pride. "Who'd have thought that my little boy would become Alpha?" Mrs. Hale exclaimed accompanied by holding her son. "Mom, please! I'm not the Alpha yet!" Derek was glad of making his family proud. "Oh, I know. I'm just glad that you are going to carry out the legacy. You know, your great-grandfather, your grandfather, and your father all had their place in the Alpha's position? And now it'll be my son!" Derek loved his mother's praise, he love her smile even more. Laura just sat on the steps and said, "That's just at running! He needs the experience. I've led a few pack fights to his none." "Oh hush up, Laura." her father said. "Just for that, now you have to go get the firewood for the fireplace."

Lydia ran past the remains of what used to be the Hales' Manor. She stopped and looked at the ruins of leftover debris. She could feel the emptiness. The house reflected what she felt as if she were looking in a mirror. That place, I bet, was a happy place. I bet their was a family that lilved in there, children and their parents. But due to some tragedy, it was nothing but a constant reminder of what it was, what it could be, what should have been. There seemed to be someething less that eerie, more than important, bringing her in. She walked up the fragile steps and traced the half-charred numbers that used to be an address. The door creaked which made her turn around in curiosity. The darkness of the vacant area brought her in with an open mind. She looked around in what used to be the living roon and came across a burned picture of, what she thought, the family that lived here when the fire broke out. "Who were you people?" she thought aloud. A voice answered her thought. "The question is who are you?"