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"I, a desolate woman without a city… No brother, no mother, no relative at all." (Medea)

Exile: to separate someone from one's country or home while either being explicitly refused permission to return and/or being threatened with imprisonment or death upon return. It is usually another form of punishment used aside from imprisonment placed upon criminals who have political importance and so they are shipped away to a distant place where their influence cannot be felt. Ancient Greeks saw exile as a fate worse than death. One would be thrown to a strange land, exposed without the protection of the government, friends or family, and left to fend for their own. It wasn't a pretty fate.

Exile is a tradition practiced until today, by legal institutions and smaller, close-knit, communities. Werewolves, in particular, still honour the practice closely. Their version of exile is simpler. Alphas have the power to exile betas of their pack permanently or indefinitely as a form of punishment. That's usually how Omegas come to.

And now, she just became the latest Beta subjected to this sentence.

The gavel hit the sounding block three times, signalling the end of the trial. Everyone stood up and shuffled for the exit aside from one girl. She stared forward blankly, trying to process what just happened. She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw her brother looking down at her sympathetically.

"Let's go, Arya." When she didn't move, he grabbed her arm and pulled her upright. She still didn't move, so he steered her out the room and in his car. He started the engine and drove off. A bump on the road jostled her and effectively pulled her out of her stupor. She blinked a few times, trying to unfog her mind.

Exile.

She scoffed inwardly. How primitive.

Well, not exactly. Exile is still widely practiced today, but she found that werewolves took great pride in the tradition. Normal humans have ways to escape exile, they can freely disobey it if they want, but werewolves can't. They can't disobey their alpha's direct order. No one can, actually. It has been like that ever since.

"I'm sorry, Arya." Her brother said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Arya laughed humourlessly. "Oh, yes, Damien, your remorse is so great I can almost taste it," She said, sarcasm dripping from her every word. "Why don't you add in a few tears? That will surely secure you an Oscar nomination,"

Damien frowned at her attitude. "I am still your alpha, have some respect." His eyes glowed red for a second. A shiver ran up her spine but she just ignored it and scowled.

"You were my brother first." She callously pointed out. "You should always be my brother first, not my fucking alpha all the time."

Damien frowned. "I did everything I could." He tried to reason with her. "And you weren't exactly innocent."

"He wasn't either, but he only got a slap on the wrist while I get banished from New York!" she exclaimed. "Where's the justice in that? We all know that Jenna has a big influence in the council, it's unfair."

Ever since the famous moonlight massacres 15 years ago, a council was formed among the five packs of New York, and a treaty was struck, making the packs coexist peacefully. There were originally six packs, but one was completely slaughtered before the accords happened. Five packs remained, scattered equally among the five boroughs of the city. Her brother and their pack governed the Manhattan area.

"Rob sided with you." He tried to placate his sister. It didn't work.

"Yes, but Caleb and Hanna sided with Jenna. Caleb, I understand, but Hanna? In any other case, she would go against me, but this is violence against women. Doesn't she support female rights, or something?"

"Hanna hates you, remember?"

Arya snorted. "Her principles should come before her personal grudges. I should've taken this to normal court."

"And what would your case be? Harmon has a scar from what you did to him."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Which side are you on again?"

The car stopped at a red light. Damien turned to her and opened his mouth to say something but she quickly got out the car and slammed the door shut. Her brother sighed, watching her walk away. She put her hood up and buried her hands deep in her pockets, letting herself blend in the busy New York crowd. She reached her destination and barged in the apartment, slamming the door behind her and signalling her arrival.

Derek Hale didn't have to look up to see who invaded his apartment. Arya threw herself on the couch beside the armchair he was occupying.

"I take it the council meeting didn't go well?" he asked warily.

Arya barked a laugh. "Oh, it went fantastic. Really fan-fucking-tastic," she gritted her teeth angrily. "I'm on exile, effective this weekend," Her eyes glowed yellow and her fangs elongated along with her claws. Derek could see her face slowly shifting. He sighed.

"How long?"

"Indefinitely until advised otherwise," she mimicked Jenna's voice. She growled and jumped to her feet. "I mean, seriously? It was self-defence! Harmon was being a lecherous bastard! He tried to touch me!" she started pacing. "Jenna should learn how to control her firstborn."

"What did he get?"

"New-born and guard duty, compared to my exile." She shook her head. "Who knew the council passed on such fair judgements?" she laughed bitterly.

"You attacked him—with a knife doused in wolfsbane. The accords strictly prohibited the use of fatal substances against each other. Where did you get that anyway?"

"He provoked me!" she threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "Didn't you hear what I said? He was a lecherous bastard! He deserves more than that scar,"

Derek sighed. "Well, what punishment did you want him to get?"

"I want his testicles cut and fed to him." She said flatly. Derek chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure that punishment has been invalidated hundreds of years ago."

Arya made a face. "Where am I supposed to go anyway? I've lived in New York all my life. What if I go somewhere and some pack doesn't want me there? What if hunters catch me? I can just camp right outside the state line. I'm only banished from New York. God, I don't want to be an Omega, even if it's only temporary." She babbled on.

Derek watched the teen wear his carpet down. Her red hair trailed along behind her like strands of blood and she was frantically running her hands through them, all the while muttering under her breath. Her claws were out and Derek waited until one of them caught her scalp. As if on cue, she yelped in pain and stopped pacing. She looked down at her bloody nails.

"Shit," she cursed, and then started pacing again. Blood trickled down her forehead but she paid no mind. When she started to run her hand through her hair again, Derek stepped in and grabbed her arm. She stared at him, glowing yellow eyes meeting glowing blue ones.

"You're doing it again. Calm down," he told her softly. Instead of snapping a sarcastic remark, she answered him levelly.

"I can't." She whispered. Her eyes turned back to their original green colour and her claws and fangs retracted. "I don't know what to do, Derek."

Derek sighed and hugged her. She hugged him back tightly.

"You can stay with my sister," he offered, pulling back to look at her face. "At Beacon Hills, California,"

Arya scoffed. "That's hundreds of miles from here, Derek."

He shrugged. "At least you'll know someone."

She shook her head. "No." She went to leave but she paused when she was halfway across the room. She turned around with sigh and smirked weakly. "This town better not be boring."

Derek found another visitor in his apartment later that night.

"Beacon Hills, huh?" Damien asked. The tall alpha was standing in the middle of the living room, his arms folded over his broad chest and a stern expression on his usually friendly demeanour.

"Did you have somewhere else in mind?" Derek challenged, mirroring the other wolf's stance.

Damien sighed. "No." he dropped his arms to his side. "I'm worried, Derek." He admitted. "Arya doesn't do well with being alone."

"She won't be alone. Laura will be there. I'll fill her in on Arya's condition." Derek said.

"Arya won't be happy with that."

"She'll be fine."

"I hope you're right, Derek." Damien sighed. He sat down and dropped his head into his hands wearily. "I really do,"

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