It was quiet in the small town of Greenville. It was always quiet there. Nothing supernatural happened there to disturb the peace. The people went though life like normal. The dealt with normal troubles, normal crimes.

In a diner in that small, normal town, was a seventeen year old boy with brown hair that was short, but long enough to run fingers through it. He wore jeans, silver colored sneakers that looked worn, a black shirt that had "What are you looking at dicknose" written on it in white, all capital letters, and a brown leather jacket over it. Black sunglasses covered his eyes.

An attractive blonde waitress placed his order on the table before him, which was a turkey club with fries and a 7-Up to drink with his meal.

"There you are, cutie," she said, smiling. "Anything else?"

"That's all, Judy," said the boy with a smile. "I'll let you know if I want anything else from you."

"I'll giving you anything you want, Stiles," she said with a wink, then walked away.

Stiles Stilinski smirked, then took a bite out of his sandwich.

At the beginning of July, the second month of summer, the Alpha Pack revealed themselves to the Hale Pack and had been cause them a lot of trouble. In the middle of the last week of July, one of the Alpha lured Stiles into the woods to kill him, but somehow Stiles was able to get away with a few scratches and bite marks.

When he woke up the next morning, all his wounds had heal. He wasn't surprised. Stiles knew the only options for him were death or be a werewolf. Well, he survived the bite, so he was a werewolf.

What surprised him was when he looked into the mirror after his shower, he saw two crimson red eyes staring at him.

Stiles knew that wasn't good. There can't be two alphas in a pack. There can only be one alpha. How the Alpha Pack made it work, Stiles and the Hale Pack still weren't sure.

There was only one alpha in a pack. The alpha was top dog. The leader, the one in charge. The only ways there could be two alphas were if the alphas were mated, Alpha Male and Alpha Female, or if the alphas form an alliance. Neither Stiles nor Derek were gay (And even if they were, there was no way Stiles would dat Derek and no way Derek would date Stiles. Derek thought Stiles annoying and Stiles thought Derek was a nicknose.), and Stiles doubt Derek would form an alliance with him.

So that left Stiles with one option: leave Beacon Hills forever.

He packed up all his things and left Beacon Hills, California and went to Red Falls, California for awhile until he decided to leave. For the past five months, he's been moving from town to town, eventually leaving the state. He was now in Greenville, Colorado and had been there for three weeks.

Once Stiles was finished with his meal, he placed his tip on the table and headed towards the door.

"Judy," said the wolf.

The waitress giggled and gave the handsome boy a small wave.

The young alpha flashed her a smile, showing off his pearly whites, and left the diner. It felt good having beautiful women giving him flirty looks and blushing everytime he passed by.

'If only Lydia and the other girl at Beacon Hills High could see me now,' thought Stiles. 'They'd know what they're missing out on.'

That's right. Stiles Stilinski was over Lydia Martin. If that bitch wanted a spoiled bastard like Jackson, so be it. He wasn't going to waste his time anymore. He could have any girl he wanted now anyway.

The young alpha was crossing the street when a blue sports car speeded down the street and quickly stopped, two inches in front of Stiles. The young alpha's face held no emotions. He just calmly walked over to the driver's side of the vehicle. In the car was a blue eyed man somewhere in his forties. His hair was brown with a few gray strands here and there. It was thin, but not so thin to the point you could see his scalp. His forehead and around his mouth had wrinkles. The man's expression was one of shock.

Stiles tapped on the window and the older man rolled down the window. The werewolf lowed his shades to reveal his chocolate brown eyes and said,

"Hey, buddy, next time drive a little faster. You missed me."

"I'm sorry," said the man. "I wasn't paying attention."

"I bet. What, were you texting your twenty-one year old girlfriend on your smart phone while driving your sports car? It always pisses me off when I see old farts trying to act young."

The man's eyes darkened as he glared at the teen alpha. "I'm not that old! And I still have a "dumb" phone, not a smart phone. And FYI, I'm single. My wife died thirteen years ago. It's just me and my sixteen year old son."

"My bad. And sorry about your wife. My mom died four years ago, so it was just me and my dad 'till I moved here alone. But seriously, you could've killed me. These kinds of car are ment for young people, not older people who can't handle their power."

"I can drive just fine, thank you. I was just. . . . . wishing my boy luck. He's trying out for the basketball team at school."

Stiles could hear his heart skip a beat and could see a case in the passenger seat of the car. It looked a lot like a case Chris Argent would have. A case filled with guns, wolfsbane bullets, and other weapons used to kill werewolves.

"Uh huh," nodded Stiles, not believing the man, but knew better to say anything. "Well, be careful next time, buddy."

"My name's Jeremy."

"Stiles."

"So, Stiles, you said you no longer live with your father. Who are you staying with? You look to only be seventeen. Still too young to live alone."

"Who or if I'm staying with anyone is non of your business, Jeremy. I can't take care of myself. Hell, when I lived with my dad, it was me taking care of him."

Stiles had been living in an abandon cabin in the woods.

"I see. And I see neither of your parents taught you any manners."

Stiles shot him a glared and held back a growl.

"My son and I just moved here yesterday," said Jeremy. "Is there anything about this town I need to know?"

"Pay attention to the road to avoid going to the slammer for running down some kid."

The hunter rolled his eyes.

"Other than that, nothing," said Stiles. "This town is pretty quiet and boring. Nothing really happens here. It's safe."

"No where is safe, Stiles. There's danger everywhere you go. You never know who or what is out there, ready to kill."

Jeremy had this look in his eyes that was all too familiar to Stiles.

"Right," said the werewolf. He pushed his sunglasses up, covering his eyes again. "Well, have a good afternoon."

As the teen walked away, Jeremy looked at his suspiciously before starting the car back up and drove home.