Changing Fate (Teen Wolf)

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The world isn't exactly on my side anymore. Watching everyone you love die in front of you, can change even the purest of souls. Now I've been driving for 36 hours back to Beacon Hills to find my only real family left, my uncle Derek. California is different from Oregon, it's strange coming back after a year. I left after my mom died, well after I helped Derek bury the top half of her body.

I watch as the city turns to trees. A look out the right side of my windshield at the Welcome to Beacon Hills sign. I take a deep breath and smile. I have all my mom's old money, I was her only heir. Doesn't surprise me much, I'm the only child, and my dad left before I was born. Beacon Hills has changed, a lot. The woods are thicker and everything just seems off. I make my way to an apartment building that my mom owned. Only one apartment, and it's mine. I pull in and take the keys out the ignition. I pop the trunk and grab my black duffel bag. I close the trunk and open the front door to the building. I hop in the elevator and have it take me to the top floor, the loft, my loft. I slide the door open and it sits like Derek told me he had set it up. I called him before I left and he said he'd work on my loft. I walk down the steps and make my way to the master bedroom. I throw my bag on my bed and run a hand through my hair. I look on the pillow and pick up the paper.

Sabe,

Sorry I couldn't be here when you first arrive, I got stuck with helping a friend bury a body. I fixed the loft up from where hunters tried to find you. Don't worry, I'll be back in a few days. You know where my loft is. Feel free to drop by whenever.
~ Derek

At least he left a note. I trudge back to my car and get the rest of my bags. I throw them on my bag and start to unpack. Derek clearly remembered my favorite color considering my bedrooms black and purple. My dresser is black wood, and shiny. This is how well my uncle knows me, he remembered my favorite colors, by my fridge contents favorite foods, favorite fabric, favorite movies mainly because we always watched them, and my favorite thing to do. I mean, the guy bought an easel, canvasses, drawing notebooks, paint brushes, paint, pencils, everything. Hell he even left a bow with arrows. Derek and I, we act more like twins, most of the time. After I was forced to kill my boyfriend, Derek was there for me. When he killed Paige, I was there for him. He rebounded pretty quickly though, but with the same bitch that set the house on fire when we were playing in the woods. Derek didn't know that's what she was gonna do, so it's not his fault. I guess I'll drop by his loft.
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I stand in front of the closed door, someone's in there, and it's not Derek. I listen in to the conversation.

"He's not responding to any of my texts." I boy says.

"This is Derek we're talking about, he never responds to anyone's texts." Another replies. Hmm perfect time to invade.

"He always responds to mine." I say walking in with a smirk.

"Who are you?" A strawberry blonde asks.

"I'm his niece, who are you people?" I growl.

"W-well, I'm Stiles, that's Lydia, and he he's Scott."

"As in Scott McCall?" My eyebrows furrow.

"How'd you know?" Scott asks.

"Every supernatural knows who you are, like every supernatural knows who I am. Or should at least."

"Wait, you're the chick that evolved when she was twelve."

"And you're a True Alpha."

"Do you know where Derek is?" Stiles asks.

"If I did do you think I'd be here?" He's human, I can tell.

"Okay, you, you are definitely a Hale." Stiles says backing up.