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Ava could feel it, somebody was watching her. Then it started running towards her, making her retreat. She ran as fast as she could, which was pretty fast. The one going after her was faster, however, and soon she went tumbling down the dirt in the infamous Beacon Hills Woods.

"Who are you?" The man –a beta, she noted, asked in a growl. His eyes were glowing blue, fangs stuck out. His body was trapping hers, making it impossible to move away.

"None of your business."

"What are you?" he growled louder, pressing more force on Ava's body. She knew she could take this werewolf out anytime she wanted, but now's not that time. It was daylight; the sun was shining directly at her. She won't crumble to dust (unless this werewolf decides to kill her), but she can't use her physical advantages, either. Sunlight makes her weak, vulnerable.

"I told you," she spat out. "None of your business."

She heard it. She heard his claws flick out; she knew he was ready to kill her. After all, what would a werewolf  like him do when faced with a potential threat?

"What's wrong with your eyes?" He demanded, tracing the skin of her cheek with his claw. Ava didn't respond, keeping her mouth shut. One slip and she'd be dead in seconds. Vampires and Werewolves do not coexist to live together, that's why. They were mortal enemies, ever since the ancient times when the first ever werewolf was killed by a royal vampire. Trust me, the war wasn't great.

Suddenly, Ava's senses were overwhelmed with more dog scents. Great, back up's coming.

Ava suddenly wanted to roll her eyes.

"Let her go."

Ava could feel her body literally freeze at the sound of his voice. What was he doing here? He'd be stupid to face a supernatural to protect someone like her, a vampire. But he didn't know that, did he?

"Isaac?" Ava stuttered out, lip trembling. They'd both be dead by the end of this, she concluded.

The curly guy she's had a crush on for a while now ignored her, instead circling around them. The beta didn't even bother to put away his claws and fangs; Ava was not sure why Isaac wasn't running for the hills. Surely this sight wasn't normal in Beacon Hills?

"Let her go, Derek." He repeated. Derek? He knew him? But, how–

"Surprised? I assumed someone like you would know." Derek says, raising his eyebrow at her. "Isaac here was my beta. I made him."

"What?" she whispered, looking at Isaac.

"Derek," Isaac warned once again. He was pleading with his eyes, but his claws were already out.

"Do you know what she is, Isaac? Do you have an idea what she could've possibly done?"

The beta remained silent, gulping down. He knew, of course. He saw her. But they both didn't know that.

"I can smell blood on her. Animal blood. I can smell it from her mouth. She's fairly cold too, isn't she?" Derek mused, staring Ava down but letting her go. Ava immediately stood straight up, dusting off her jeans while glaring at Derek.

"Why do you care so much?" Isaac had asked him, shaking his head. They both put away their claws and fangs in Derek's case.

"She could possibly be something abominable. Kanima, werejaguar, ring a bell?"

"Let's take her to Deaton, then. I'm sure he knows."