SAFE AND SOUND

CHAPTER 1

Wolf Moon/Glad You Came

She took a deep breath through her nose. It had been seven years since she'd visited this place last. The wind ruffled her cherry red hair into her chocolate brown eyes. She blew out her breath out between her lips to remove her hair from her vision.

Keeva Hale had taken a plane and two busses to get to Derek Hale's dilapidated, burnt-to-a-crisp house in the middle of the woods. The trees around the house were long dead and mutated. Their branches curved and twisted into the sky like broken fingers. She sighed and slowly began her descent into her oldest and only living relative's house.

Keeva Hale was orphaned four months ago when her only living parent, her father, passed away in a car accident on his way to the final play performance of the spring production before summer break. She had spent the last three months packing her things and taking care of his affairs and avoiding foster care.

Keeva Hale was sixteen and a rare breed of half werewolf. In the whole line of her family only five people were half-breeds, including her. Half werewolves didn't actually change during the full moon. Their speed was increased, they had better vision, hearing, and a better sense of smell than humans, but they didn't actually shift.

Keeva, being the only female half-breed in the entire existence of her family, had the unfortunate luck of experiencing either intense body aches or heightened arousal during the full moon. She'd been lucky up to this point to only experience the pain. Her mother had told her it was because she hadn't found her mate yet. Keeva wasn't so sure.

Keeva pounded on the crumbling door with a fisted hand. "Derek!" The door swung open and she walked in, smirking. She didn't see Derek at first but could smell him. "What are you doing here, Keeva?" She turned to her crouched cousin. "You actually remember my name?"

Derek stood from his crouch. She looked up at him and smiled. He was at least eight inches taller than her five foot three inches. "You smelled the same." She narrowed her eyes and laughed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked again. She faced him and placed her three bags heavily on the hard wood. "I need a place to stay." Derek raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "No."

Keeva huffed and rolled her neck. "Come on, Derek. I have nowhere else to go. I'm your only living relative." Derek shook his head as he walked around her. "No." Keeva stomped her foot and followed his hastened steps. "Derek…" Derek stopped but didn't face her.

"Keeva, look at where I live. Why would you want to live here? I can't take care of you." Keeva sucked on her bottom lip. "But you don't have to. I'm sixteen. I can take care of myself. Please, Derek." Derek turned to her and put his hands on his hips. "Fine, but register yourself for school. I'm not doing it." Keeva clapped her hands and jumped once. "Thanks, Derek. I owe you big." Derek mumbled under his breath and turned to walk up the stairs.

The next morning, Keeva awoke bright and early to get a head start to school so she could avoid the crowd. She pulled out one of her favorite dresses. It ended at her mid-thigh and was double layer of cotton. It was zebra striped with adjustable spaghetti straps. The skirt was thin and pleated flaring out slightly at the waist. She paired it with some black leggings, a thin sweater and black dahlia sandals. She smiled down at her blue toes and grabbed her purple purse before heading out the door.

She skipped down the stairs and raised an eyebrow when she saw Derek twirling an inhaler in his hands. "You breath it in." He gave her a nasty look and she giggled. "Why do you have an inhaler?" He looked back at it. "It was dropped in the woods last night."

She shrugged and stared hard at Derek. "Ookay. Who dropped it?" Derek looked up at her and sighed heavily before standing. "Scott McCall." She searched his face and a chill went up her spine. "Why do I get a bad feeling?" Derek gave her a thin smile. "Because he was bitten by the Alpha last night." She gaped and watched as he walked into the kitchen.

She got her bearings and followed shortly after him. "Wait, what?" He turned to her and licked his lips, nodded, and braced his hands on the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Yeah." She looked around her and sighed. "What are we going to do?" Derek looked sharply at her. "We aren't going to do anything. You're going to go to school and act like I never said anything to you. I'm going to try to find Scott."

Keeva gaped at him. "You can't seriously be asking me to not do anything." Derek nodded and turned away from her. "Derek, come on, he probably goes to my school." Derek snapped his head to face her. "Enough, Keeva." She flinched and folded her arms over her chest. Derek sighed. "I'm not talking about this with you. Go to school. Don't worry about it." Keeva gave Derek a worried look before nodding and leaving for school.

Keeva arrived at school and quickly hopped out of the car that she'd "borrowed" from Derek. It was an old, old, old car but still in pretty decent shape. She thought it belonged to her uncle, Derek's father, but she wasn't sure. It was a black 1967 Chevy Impala and it was beautiful. She might just have to steal this car from Derek.

She took a deep breath before slowly walking into the school. She entered the office and smiled warmly at the elderly secretary. "Can I help you, darling?" Keeva almost giggled. "Yes, I'm new. I just moved yesterday and I need to get registered." The secretary smiled graciously before directing her to a seat outside the principal's office. "He'll be with you shortly." Keeva smiled and sat patiently.

After what felt like hours, Keeva exited the office and entered the hall. The third hour bell had already rung and she was late to class. She sighed heavily and began the trek to Economics.

She was passing a random classroom when the most intoxicating scent hit her nose. She'd never smelt anything like it before. It was a mix of fresh cinnamon and chocolate chip cookies. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent. She walked slightly to the right and stopped when she felt the doorknob. She opened her eyes and looked at the room number. She smiled when it matched her third hour class.

She opened the door and a ruffled looking man with thick black hair turned exasperated to her. "What?" She opened her mouth in outrage. "Um, I'm in this class. I just transferred in." He rolled his eyes and sat up from his place at the edge of his desk, practically ripping her schedule from her hands. "Keeva? What is that German?" He looked up at her, honestly curious. She gave him a look of confusion. "It's Irish. Can I sit down?" He shook his head and gestured to the room, blindly handing back her schedule. "Find an empty seat."

Keeva absently followed the beautiful scent she smelled in the hall way and paused briefly when it matched a handsome boy in the middle of the row. His dark brown hair was cut short in a thick buzz cut. Freckles were scattered across his forehead and neck. He looked up and met her gaze and she felt like time just stopped.

His chocolate brown eyes rooted her to the ground, no to the earth. Her world revolved around this boy, her life depended on him. If he died, so did she. If he was in pain, she was too. If he needed her, she would be there. She would kill and be killed for this boy. She was in love with him. He was her mate.

A throat cleared at the front of the classroom and she jumped. She scurried to the back of the row and kept her gaze on the back of the boys head. She had to tell Derek.

When Stiles Stilinski woke up this morning, the last thing he expected was to meet a beautiful ginger and fall in love with her before lunch but that's exactly what he found in his Economics class on Monday morning.

He was sitting behind Scott like he always did when they had a class together tuning out whatever Coach Finstock was blathering about. He hadn't looked up when the door opened and Finstock freaked out about a student interrupting his class. He did look up though when he heard her voice.

It was like the most perfect music he'd ever heard. He could listen to it for hours on end and never get tired of hearing it. She was beautiful, too. She had this cherry red hair that ended just past her collarbones. It glowed a honey red in the light. She was petite with a thin figure. She was dressed to perfection. He couldn't see her eyes but he was positive they were the most beautiful color he'd ever see.

She gaped at Finstock when he asked her if her name was German. "Keeva? What is that German?" She drew her perfectly plucked eyebrows together and shook her head once. "It's Irish. Can I sit down?" He smiled at the tone of her voice. It was like she was talking to a small child. Finstock shook his head and gestured to the desks. "Find an empty seat."

Stiles' heart rate sped up when she walked down his aisle. He gazed at her, starting at her small feet clad in dainty black sandals. He smirked when he saw her blue toenails, his favorite color. Leggings covered her legs and half of her calves, ending in lace. A zebra print dress started at her mid-thigh and synched at her tiny waist. She clutched her schedule in one hand and her purse dangled from the other. She slowed when she came closer to his desk and stopped all together next to him. He met her eyes and drowned.

They were the most beautiful shade of brown he'd ever seen. The perfect mix of milk and dark chocolate was represented in her eyes. He saw his whole life as if he'd already lived it. Them together in the hallway, holding hands, kissing at his locker, her watching him on the bleachers during the lacrosse games, going to prom together, college, the altar. She was his reason for living. Without her, he was nothing.

The clearing of a throat brought him out of his stupor. His ears turned a deep shade of red and he ducked his head to his desk as she scurried off down the aisle. For the rest of the class period, he could feel her staring at the back of his head.

When the bell rang he stayed glued to his seat. Scott stood up and drew his eyebrows together when he saw Stiles sitting. "Stiles, come on." Stiles looked up at him and shook his head.

Keeva stood up and bit her bottom lip. She slowly walked up the aisle and stopped next to Stiles' desk. Stiles looked up and slowly stood from his seat. He looked down at her. God, she was small. She smiled up at him and licked her lips. Stiles almost died when her tongue poked out between her teeth. How he wanted to taste that tongue.

Scott looked quickly between Stiles and Keeva and a slow smile spread across his face. It was safe to say Stiles was probably officially over Lydia. "Uh, Stiles, introduce yourself?" He nudged his best friend.

Stiles jumped into action. He took a deep breath and held out his hand. "I'm Stiles. Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski. Nice to meet you." Keeva blushed and looked down at her feet before meeting his gaze again. She took his much larger hand in hers and it was like an electric shock. She gasped slightly and swallowed thickly. "I'm Keeva. Keeva Hale."

She heard Stiles' heard beat increase slightly when she said her last name. "Did you say Hale? As in Derek Hale?" Keeva looked at Scott, who'd spoken. She still held Stiles' hand in hers. "Yes. He's my cousin. I just moved in yesterday." Scott looked up at Stiles who was staring intensely down at Keeva.

"Are you Scott McCall?" Scott and Stiles looked sharply down at Keeva. "How'd you know my name?" Keeva looked up once at Stiles before looking at Scott. "Derek said you'd dropped something in the woods by our house last night. Your inhaler?" Scott licked his lips and nodded. "How'd you know it was mine?" Keeva smiled slightly. Scott was just a little slow. "It has your name on it." Scott rolled his eyes and nudged Stiles.

"Dude, we gotta go to class." Stiles opened his mouth to speak when the warning bell rang. He reluctantly released Keeva's hand and let Scott drag him away from Keeva. She smiled at a dumbstruck Stiles and held her hand up in a silent "see ya soon."

Scott literally dragged Stiles down the hall because he kept tripping over his own feet. "Stiles, man, come on." Stiles glanced up at Scott. "Did you see her. She was, for lack of a better word, beautiful." Scott scoffed. "What about Lydia?" Stiles glanced up at him. "Lydia? Who?"

Scott laughed out loud. "Lydia Martin? The girl you've been in love with since third grade." Stiles scoffed and pushed Scott's wrist away. "Lydia Schmidia." Scott rolled his eyes and glanced down the hall, spotting the new girl Allison. Stiles followed his gaze and rolled his eyes. "I see Allison though."

Keeva spent the rest of the day in a daze. She couldn't stop thinking about Stiles. He was so handsome. When she was driving home, she smiled as she thought of the way Stiles smiled at her. She giggled at the way his ears turned red when he was embarrassed. She shifted into park when she had reached Derek's house.

She hopped out of the car and hummed her favorite song and she literally danced inside the house. Derek looked up from pouring himself a soda when he heard Keeva dance inside the house. He drew his eyebrows together when she skipped into the kitchen and pulled a juice from the fridge. Derek watched her warily as she danced around the kitchen. "What is up with you? Did you get an A in science of something?"

Keeva giggled and twirled in front of Derek. "Don't be such a sour wolf." She pushed the corners of his mouth up with her fingers and giggled when he swiped at her. "What is wrong with you?" He scowled.

Keeva licked her lips and jumped to sit up on the counter. "I met a boy." Derek blinked at her. "So?" She huffed. "So, he smelled," She closed her eyes and shivered. "He smelled like nothing I've ever smelled before. He smelled like cinnamon and chocolate chip cookies. I think I'm in love with him."

Derek snorted into his glass. "You can't fall in love with someone in less than a day." She hopped off the counter and scoffed. "I did. He's so beautiful, Derek. He's got these eyes that you just fall into." Derek groaned. "You've got to be kidding me, Keeva. Unless he's your mate," He stopped and looked sharply at her. "Is he? Your mate?"

Keeva giggled and bit her bottom lip. "I think so. It's just like," He persed her lips and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds. "I've never felt like this, with anyone, before. He's different. I don't know." Derek huffed and shook his head. "Whatever."

Stiles and Scott were wandering aimlessly around the woods, their pant legs soaked up to the knee. "It's like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Stiles rolled his eyes as he listened to Scott babble. "That's not it. I can hear things I shouldn't be able to hear. I can smell things." Stiles raised his eyebrows. "Smell things. Like what?"

Scott glanced back at Stiles. "Like that mint moheto gum in your pocket." Stiles shook his head. "I don't have any…" He paused as he reached inside his pocket and felt a single stick of gum. He pulled it out and unwrapped it, sticking it in his mouth.

"So all this started with a bite?" Scott nodded. "What if it's like an infection. Like my bodies flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock?" Stiles nodded. "You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." Scott turned to look at him. "Are you serious?" Stiles nodded and put his hands on his hips. "Yeah, yeah I think it's called…lycanthropy."

Scott gaped. "What's that? Is that bad?" Stiles nodded, completely serious. "Oh, yeah. It's the worst. But only once a month." Scott shook his head. "Once a month?" Stiles nodded. "Mhmm. On the night of the full moon." He howled. Scott shoved him lightly and walked away.

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Scott scoffed. "There could be something seriously wrong with me." Stiles shook his head and laughed. "I know! You're a werewolf! Grrrr!" Scott wasn't laughing. "Okay, I'm kidding. But obviously if you see me in shop class trying to felt all the silver I can find cause Friday's a full moon."

Scott wasn't listening and stopped walking. Stiles stood beside him with his hands on his hips, looking around the area. "I could've sworn I dropped it right here. The body, the deer came running. I dropped it right here." Scott crouched and pointed by a tree. Stiles shrugged. "Maybe the killer moved the body." Scott looked up. "If he did I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like, 80 bucks."

Stiles looked over and saw Derek, Keeva standing behind trying to see, a few feet away. He slapped Scott's shoulder and he stood. Derek strode towards them, Keeva trailing behind. "What are you doing here?" Stiles peered around Derek to see Keeva. "Huh? This is private property." Stiles scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, man. We didn't know." Scott gave a small nod. "Yeah we were just looking for something but…" Derek raised his eyebrows. "Forget it."

Derek reached in his pocket and tossed Scott his inhaler. Scott caught it and stared, open mouthed, at Derek. Stiles watching him walk away. Keeva followed her cousin with her eyes. "Dude, come on, I gotta get to work." Stiles slapped his shoulder. "Dude, that was Derek Hale. You remember right? He's only like a few years older than us." Stiles glanced over at Keeva, who was twirling lightly, her hands clasped behind her back.

"Remember what?" Scott asked. Stiles sighed. "His family? They all burned to death in a fire like 10 years ago." Scott looked over at Keeva. "Wonder what he's doing back." The boys began to walk away when Keeva cleared her throat. "Hi." She said.

Stiles smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, walked slowly towards her. "Stiles." Scott called. He was promptly ignored. "Hi." She smiled when he was directly in front of her. He cocked his head to the side. He smirked and looked down at his feet. "Why do people call you Stiles?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled down at her. "I'm a unique person." She giggled and raked her eyes over his body. "I can tell." He smiled and opened his mouth to speak. "Keeva!" She rolled her eyes and huffed. "I'll see you at that party? Friday?" Stiles opened his mouth to speak. "Keeva!"

She growled and twirled around to run away. She was about 10 feet away before she turned back. She stopped abruptly in front of him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He was stunned and had no time what so ever to react before she was running again.

He sighed and turned to Scott who had his lips pressed together like he was trying not to smile. His eyes were wide and shocked. Stiles cleared his throat and began walking back to Scott. "I think you've got yourself a girlfriend, Stiles." He smirked at Scott. "Shut up."

Stiles was getting ready for lacrosse practice, his mind only half way in it. He couldn't stop thinking about not only Keeva Hale but what his dad had told him the night before. About the body they'd found in the woods. He took a deep breath as he tugged his t-shirt off and over his head.

He started when small fingers traced his spine. He jumped and whirled around to come face to face with Keeva. She smiled shyly up at him. "Sorry. Couldn't help it." He smiled down at her, oddly comfortable with her presence, and shook his head. "No, it's fine. I don't mind."

She licked her lips and dropped her gaze. He felt like he should feel awkward just standing there in silence but for once in his life, he felt comfortable in the silence. "So, you play lacrosse?" She said. He nodded and began to pull out his practice gear. She looked around the locker room, walking away from his locker and giving herself a tour.

"It's hot in here." He looked up and smiled. "Yeah, it's just the heat from all the bodies that flood in here after practice." She smiled and ran her fingertips over the lockers. "How long have you been playing lacrosse?" He stuck out his bottom lip and thought for a minute. "Uh, I don't know. A few years, I guess. I started after my mom died."

He heard her stop moving. "Your mom's dead?" He nodded and then remembered that she couldn't see him. "Uh, yeah. Cancer." He felt her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." He looked up at her and searched her face. "It's okay. It was a long time ago." She paused before nodding again.

"My parents are dead, too. My mom died when I was ten and my dad four months ago. That's why I moved out here. Derek's my only family." Stiles sighed. "I'm sorry." She shook her head and smiled. "It's not a big deal. It was a car accident. Drunk driver." He licked his lips and watched her.

She bit her lip and glanced down at his lips. He opened his mouth to speak but her lips crashed down to his. He wrapped his arms around her back and buried his fingers in her red tresses. She rested her elbows on his shoulders and molded her palms to the back of his head.

He leaned against the locker and tightened his hold on her. She moaned against his lips and brought her right leg up around his hip. He rested his palm on the curve of her leg where her backside began. She sighed and he slowly slid down the locker.

She let him carry her down and then straddled his waist. She pulled back to catch her breath before resting her forehead against his. He breathed heavily. "I'm so…sorry. For attacking you." She giggled and shook her head. "No, it's my fault." He smiled and bit his lip. "I'm going to be late to practice." She sighed and ran her fingers through his short hair. "Okay." He smiled and let her stand.

She pulled at the bottom of her dress before giving him a small wave. "I'll see you at the party?" He nodded and watched her slowly walk out of the locker room. He rested the back of his head on the lockers and smiled.

"Oh, shit. Scott!" He jumped up and finished putting on his gear before running out to the field. "Scott!" Scoot looked over as Stiles ran out onto the field. "What?" Stiles panted and rested his hand on Scott's shoulder. "I over heard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab on the animal hairs found on the body in the woods." Scott walked away. "Wait, you're not going to believe what the animal was." Stiles panted, worry written all over his face. "It was a wolf." He finished weakly.

Keeva smiled as she looked at her outfit in the mirror. A short black halter dress that hugged all her curves and a pair of black flats on her feet. Her hair was lush and shiny, her natural waves making an appearance. She bit her lip and skipped out her door.

Derek was doing pull ups in the doorframe. "Where are you going?" He asked. "There's a party tonight to mourn the end of summer." Derek snorted. "You're not going." She stopped, her hand on the doorknob. "Excuse me?" Derek didn't look at her. "I smelled him on you when you got home from school. I don't care if he is your mate. You're not going."

She stomped her foot like a child. "I'm going to that party. I don't care what you think." He was at the door and slamming it shut before she had it halfway open. "I said, no." She crossed her arms. "Why?" He chortled. "Do I have to have a reason?" She huffed and looked away. "Come one, Derek. Please." He shook his head.

"You were my age once." He shook his head. "I'll fight you." He nodded. "I know but I can change and you can't so crawl on back up to your room and change your clothes. You're not going." She stood her ground. "I already told him I was going."

He walked into the living room and pulled his shirt and jacket on. "Where are you going?" He looked over his shoulder at her. "I'm going to the party." She gaped. "You've got to be shitting me?" He turned and laughed. "I can assure you I'm not shitting you."

Keeva was livid. "You can't tell me I'm not going and walk out of this house to go exactly where you told me not to." He laughed. "I sure can." She was on the verge of tears. She always cried when she was angry. "Fuck you, Derek." He laughed and pulled open the front door. "You want to go? Fine but if you're not leaving when I do, you're stranded."

She waited until he was out the door before giggling and jumping up and down. "Thanks, Derek!" She distantly heard him say "You're welcome."

The party was in full swing when she walked in. Bodies crowded the front door and entryway. The music was loud and shook the walls. The bodies were packed so tightly together against the walls that Keeva had to walk inside the house sideways.

She made herself as small as possible without tripping or stepping on anyone. She grimaced when a body was roughly shoved into her. She could smell his breath and it reeked of beer.

She kept herself from gagging and continued to walk through the crowd. She took a deep breath when she was finally in an open area of the house. She looked around and took a deep breath, heading toward the bar.

She smiled at the boy behind the table. "What can I get you, sweetheart?" She blushed. "Uh," She pursed her lips and looked at the variety of liquors. She had never had an alcoholic drink before and she wasn't sure if she wanted to start now, not after how her father died.

"She'll just have a coke." She looked over her shoulder when Stiles spoke for her. She smiled and thanked the bartender when he handed her her soda. She turned to Stiles and smiled up at him. "Thanks, I didn't know what to get." He shrugged and gave him a small smile. "Well, you know, I'm good like that."

She smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. She glanced up and saw Derek standing over by the fence across the pool. Her face didn't change but she stared at him. The corner of his mouth curved up and he shook his head just a fraction of an inch. Her smile widened when she heard the song that began playing. "I love this song!" Stiles glanced at the DJ and nodded. "Internet Killed the Video Star," He looked back down at her. "It's a good one."

She blushed; she'd been doing that a lot lately, and looked at the ground. "Do you want to dance?" She snapped her head up and stared at him, wide-eyed. "Yes." He smiled and held his hand out to her. She took it and let him lead her to the edge of the pool.

When the song came to an end, she looked at Stiles and licked her lips. "Is there somewhere we can go?" His eyes grew wide and he opened his mouth in a perfect 'o'. She sucked in a deep breath and shook her head quickly. "No, no, no. That's not what I meant. What I meant was… I mean… Would you…" She face-palmed herself. "Can we talk?"

He blushed slightly and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go." She sighed and followed after him, back into the mass of writhing bodies.

She pressed her back against the door of the bedroom they had entered. The music was marginally quieter and she could actually hear herself think. She looked him up and down and smiled at his attire. He was dressed down to a tee. Dark blue jeans adorned his legs and gray vans covered his feet. A long sleeved light pink button down stretched tightly across his chest and a black tie gave her eyes a perfect pathway of down his chest. She unconsciously licked her lips and took a deep breath. She was suddenly nervous.

Stiles tried to look anywhere but at her. She was perfect with a black halter dress that hugged all her curves and black velvet ballet flats with a small bow on the toe. Her red waves were pined to one side and shined like silk in the light. Very little makeup covered her face.

She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "So," He cleared his throat and sat down beside her. "So," She nodded. They had never been awkward but now it was like there was an elephant in the room.

He rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head. He didn't know what to say. "What were you and Scott doing in the woods on Sunday?" He looked up at her. "What?" She smiled. "Scott dropped his inhaler in the woods the other night? What were you looking for?"

Stiles licked his lips and looked away. "Uh, well, my dad got a call about this body in the woods but it was only half of the body so we decided…" He shrugged. "Well, I decided to go look for the other half." She smiled and played with the ends of her hair.

"What happened?" Stiles looked up and shook his head, opening his mouth to speak. "Uh, Scott dropped his inhaler when a heard of deer startled him." Keeva nodded. She wanted to tell him. "And he was bitten?" She looked over at him. He was startled. "Right?" He nodded dumbly.

"Yeah. He said by a wolf but…" She smiled thinly and bit her bottom lip. "How-how did you know-know that?" He stuttered. She smiled over at him. "You're cute when you stutter." She reached out to touch his face but he backed away and that hurt. Her smile fell and she looked down at her lap, wringing her fingers together.

"Keeva." She flinched when he said her name like that. So accusing. "How did you know that?" Her chin trembled. "Derek told me." Stiles stood suddenly. "So, he is the one who bit Scott! I knew it!" Keeva looked sharply up at him. "You already knew?" She jumped up.

Stiles opened his mouth to speak but closed it when words failed him. She crossed her arms. "Well, I, uh, we, um…Well," She huffed. "Derek didn't bite Scott." He cocked his head to the side. "Did you bite Scott?" Keeva gasped sharply. "No! I'd never met Scott before Monday! I don't know who bit Scott." Stiles rolled his eyes. "I never…Wait, does that make you a werewolf?"

Keeva paused for several seconds before she sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Not exactly." She whispered. Stiles' eyebrows shot up and his chin dropped open. "Not exactly?" Keeva laughed humorlessly. "No, not exactly." She looked up and him and bit her bottom lip.

"I come from a long line of werewolves, but I think you already knew that." Stiles opened his mouth to speak, but closed it and nodded. "My mom was a werewolf, my dad was a werewolf, my grandpa, my grandma, Derek, his parents, practically everyone. Every third child in the family was human. We don't know why, that's just how the gene worked. Derek's youngest sister was human, our cousin Troy was human, our Aunt Linda and Uncle David were both born human."

Stiles nodded, slowly being drawn in by her family history. "So, if you're not a werewolf and you're not human, what are you?" She smiled sadly. "There's a very rare genetic anomaly present in five generations of my family." Stiles stopped and stared at her. "What kind of genetic anomaly?"

Keeva thought for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I'm a werewolf. I have all the enhanced senses. I can hear things you can't, like your heartbeat, which just rose. I can smell things you can't, like your Axe body wash that you used this morning." Stiles gaped at her. "I just don't change during the full moon." Stiles drew his eyebrows together. "I'm still confused."

Keeva sighed. "It's almost like I'm a half werewolf. I have all the enhanced senses but I don't change during the full moon. I just stay like this." She gestured to her figure. Stiles nodded slowly. "So, Derek is a werewolf." Keeva nodded slowly. "And so are you?" She nodded again. "But you said you don't change."

Keeva licked her lips. "I have all the regular enhanced senses like Derek and Scott I just don't change during the full moon. My physical appearance stays the same. Wolfsbane is just as toxic to me as it is to Derek and Scott." Stiles nodded. "How is it an anomaly?" Keeva laughed lightly. "I'm one of five people in my family who's had it. One person every generation gets it. My mom's cousin Maverick had it, my great Uncle Jesse had it and so on."

Stiles sat down heavily on the bed and sighed. "That's…weird." Keeva giggled and nudged his shoulder. He chuckled and nudged her back. "Why does it feel like I've known you forever?" She looked at him and her smile slowly slid off her face. "Maybe because you have." He looked into her eyes and smiled lightly. "You are…" He pushed her hair back behind her ear. "So beautiful."

Keeva blushed a deep red and bit her bottom lip. She looked up at him and glanced down at his lips. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered. She met his eyes and nodded slightly. He cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips lightly to hers. She sighed and ran her hands over his hair and rested her forearms around his neck.

He ran his hands down her back and rested them on her hips. She moaned and pressed her body closer to his, throwing her right leg over his thighs, straddling his waist. Stiles dragged his blunt nails down the skin of her thighs. She stroked his face and traced his features with her fingertips.

Stiles pulled back and kissed the corner of her mouth and made a trail across her jaw and down her neck. He latched his mouth to the pulse point on the right side of her neck. She moaned and pressed herself closer to his chest, rocked hard against him. She could already feel him getting hard against her.

He tightened his hold on her and moaned against her neck. She keened and tightened her legs around him. Stiles froze when the door burst open. "Oh, Jesus, sorry…Stiles?" Stiles lifted his head and smiled nervously at Jackson, Lydia hiding behind him.

"Yo, what's up Jackson?" Keeva bit her bottom lip and sat up straighter and placed her feet on the floor. "I should go." Stiles shook his head and trailed his fingertips down the backs of her thighs. "I'll take you home." She smiled and shook her head. "Derek's here. He can take me." Stiles' eyes grew wide. "Derek's here?" Keeva nodded slowly. "Don't worry. He just wants to make sure Scott's okay." Stiles hesitated before nodding. She knew he didn't believe her. She leaned down slightly and kissed him.

He opened his mouth and used the tip of his tongue to taste the inside of her upper lip. She pulled back and smiled at him. "I'll see you on Monday?" His gaze was unfocused and dazed as he nodded. She smiled and stood up straighter. Jackson stared, wide eyed and jaw dropped, as she stepped around him and out the door.

Jackson looked over at Stiles who slowly stood and pressed his lips together, slipping his hands into his back pockets. He nodded once at Jackson and Lydia before walking around them.

Stiles drove his car down the road. His Friday night had not gone as planned. First, he finds out the girl he's in love with; love, God they'd only known each other for a week and he was in love with her. There was just something about her.

He shook his head and licked his lips, tightening his hand on the steering wheel. Anyway, first he found out she was "werewolf" at least, half of one. Then, his best friend wolfs out at the party and now, he was driving, with no sleep, on the back road by the woods, looking for Scott.

He breathed a sigh of relieve when he saw Scott's lone shirtless figure walking down the side of the street, holding his right arm in his hand. He came to a stop beside him and unlocked the doors.

Stiles handed Scott his jacket when Scott shivered against the seat. They drove in silence for a while before Scott spoke. "You know what actually worries me the most?" Stiles glanced at him. "If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Scott didn't move. "She probably hates me now."

Stiles groaned and shook his head. "I doubt that." Stiles licked his lips. "But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or you know you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a freaking werewolf."

He looked at Scott who was giving him an incredulous look. "Okay, bad idea." Scott rested his head against the window and heaved a mournful sigh. Stiles rolled his eyes and patted Scott's shoulder. "Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if I have to I'll chain up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice." He looked over at Scott. "I had a boa once. I could do it." Scott shook his head and laughed at his best friend.

"So, how's Keeva Hale?" Stiles glanced over at Scott. "I don't know what you're talking about." Scott chortled. "Yeah right, I could smell her on you the minute I stepped inside this car. Besides, she left a scratch on your neck."

Stiles' hand shot to the back of his neck. "No way." Scott laughed out loud. "I'm kidding." Stiles looked at him. "You're a jerk." Scott laughed. "How is she?" Stiles glanced at him before clearing his throat. "She's a…well, not completely but…she's a werewolf." Scott jumped up and looked full on at Stiles. "What?"

Stiles grimaced. "She told me last night before we started making out. She's a half werewolf. Not full. She doesn't shift during the full moon." Scott scoffed. "So, she's still a werewolf." Stiles glared at Scott. "So? You're a werewolf and you make out with Allison." Scott shook his head. "I haven't done that yet." Stiles snorted.

"What does it matter? She's still the same person we met on Monday. I don't see what the problem is" Scott shook his head. "She could hurt you." Stiles raised his eyebrows. "Really? Because she shifts all the time?" Scott licked his lips. "Look, Scott, it's not a big deal. There's nothing wrong. It's fine." Scott shook his head and turned back to face the road. "Don't call me when she bites your dick off. I'll just say I told you so." Stiles barked out a laugh and punched Scott's arm.

The weekend didn't go by fast enough for Keeva. On Monday morning, she jumped out of bed and got dressed as fast as she could. Derek didn't stop her on her way out the door and she was glad of that fact.

She parked her car and waited patiently for Stiles and Scott to show up so she could be the first person he saw when he got there. She had to stop herself from running to him when he slammed his car door shut.

She could feel his heart rate pick up when he saw her and blushed when a smile painted his lips. Scott was muttering about how Allison was going to react when he explained to her why he'd stranded her at the party but Stiles wasn't listening.

Stiles stopped when he was in front of her and Scott kept walking, not noticing that his friend had left his side. Stiles just looked down at her, a small smile on his lips. She smiled up at him. "Hi." She whispered.

He shook his head and chuckled before swiftly wrapping an arm around her waist and crushing his lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. Too soon, he pulled away and looked at her. "Hi." She smiled and giggled before knocking her forehead against his and winding her fingers through his.