𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒔- 𝑺.𝑺

𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏

Reyna Lillian Hale. Yes, that's correct, Hale, but not a sister, a cousin. The daughter of Peter Hale and some other woman she had never met. She stayed with Derek and Laura after the fire, but Laura soon disappeared. A werewitch, from an early age, she was introduced to the supernatural, discovering her powers early in life had accelerated the process.

The young Hale sat outside the Principal's office, she looked up to see a dark skinned man walk in front of her with a girl trailing behind him slightly. "I apologize for the wait, Miss Hale, this is Allison Argent, Miss Argent, this is Reyna Hale, please follow me,"

Allison smiled as Reyna gave her a blank look before following him into a classroom, all eyes on them. The Argent shrunk back at the attention as the Hale looked at them all in boredom, she was a bit surprised when Derek told her to go to high school considering that they weren't meant to stay for long.

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She slammed her locker slightly, the damn thing refusing to open. "Whoa, relax, the lockers are crap so they take some patience and... love, to open," said a scrawny looking boy.

She gave him a slight look of annoyance. "Well, how about some help for the new girl before she decides to fall off a cliff,"

He grabbed the lock and pulled it down slightly before it clicked open. She looked in awe as he limed at the look on her face. "Stiles Stilinski, hi,"

"Reyna-"

"Hale, I know," he interrupted. She gave him a weirded out look. "I didn't mean it like that, I just heard it when the guidance counsellor told us in class, I'm not a creep, that would be weird, my dad's the Sheriff, but you'd be surprised, most kids of cops don't turn out like that..." he stopped rambling when he saw her face. "I'm going to leave and stop talking now,"

He walked off as she watched him. 

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It was the end of the day and she sat down on the bleachers closest to the field, looking out before opening her sketchbook and getting started on something new. Stiles walked over and sat down next to her cautiously. "You draw?"

She nodded. "Oh, cool,"

He looked over her shoulder as she put the pen down and looked at him impatiently. "Do you mind?"

"No, not really,"

She gave him a look as he began to get up. "Ok, ok, I'm up,"

"Thank you,"

He turned around. "Just so you know-"

"Stiles!"

"Ok, ok!"

He walked off but the girl began to feel bad. "Stiles,"

He turned around. "Your friend is not great,"

"I know,"

She patted the seat and he sat down contently as she drew. Stiles shouted and the Hale girl covered her sensitive ears. He looked at her in sympathy. "Sorry,"

She looked up, slightly curious at the commotion he was making, as his friend caught the shots. She watched on. "Huh, he seems pretty good now,"

"Yeah, I know, it's crazy," he said. She cocked her head in interest. A scent caught her by surprise, he was a werewolf, well, turning at least, it was the Alpha, he bit him. 

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She got to the Hale house. "He bit someone, the Alpha bit someone!" she said,