Opia

"I'm not a beta," Leila growled at Kate. "You think that there's three betas, but there's not. I may look like one, but I'm the alpha of my own pack. And just like you Argents, we have our own motto. But in Greek instead of French. It's not too different from yours, actually. Kynígoume ta térata pou mas kynigoún."
"What does that mean?" asked Chris, ignoring his sister's glare.
Leila pulled out a knife, just in case the Alpha showed up during their conversation. "'We hunt the monsters who hunt us.'"
"But you're a monster," spat Kate. "You're a werewolf."
"That doesn't make me a monster," responded Leila. "I've met others who are much more monstrous than I."
"Leila?" Leila looked at her twin brother, who was slowly standing up. "You may want to draw this conversation to an end."
"Scott, not now."
"Peter's here," Derek interrupted. "And we all know that he's going to want us dead."
Leila took out a knife, her grey and blue hair fluttering in the wind. "Yeah? Well I'm not going down without a fight. He can try to kill me, but I'm not going anywhere."