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I didn't really say much as Lydia dragged me out of the house a few hours later, to meet up with the rest of the pack. I didn't really know what to say. Meeting Stiles took me by surprise. I didn't know what to think about it. It felt like we had an instant connection. It was like… he saw everything that I was feeling and he just understood. It feels like we're kindred spirits.

I'm not naïve enough to read more into this than I should, but if I've learned anything from practicing magic, it's to trust my instincts. My instincts say that being around Stiles might be good for me. I want to see just how right they are.

I hung back as Lydia rapped on the door to Derek's loft. From what she told me, he used to be an alpha, but he isn't anymore. Scott's the alpha. To say that I'm nervous would be a massive understatement. At least they're not vampires. Thank God, for that.

"Hey, there's nothing to worry about. You're a badass witch. You've got this. Show me your game face." Lydia commanded, softly. I tried to swallow the lump on my throat and let the nervousness slide from my face.

"Let's do this." I breathed. She smirked at me and nodded in agreement.

"Let's," she agreed. Before she could say anything else, the door opened, revealing a tall, attractive and intimidating man. "Derek, are you going to let us in or are you going to make us stand out here all day?" She quipped. "Where are your manners?" She asked, in what I've gathered to be true Lydia fashion, even in my short time of knowing her. Derek just stared at her.

"You can come in." He added, as he stepped aside.

"Great," Lydia replied, stepping inside and walking past him. I stood in front of him, awkwardly.

"I'm Bonnie." I introduced myself. He looked me over, probably trying to decide if I was a threat, or not.

"You're the Bennett witch." He said, as it clicked. I nodded. "I'm Derek, Derek Hale. Come in. The others are waiting to meet you. Stiles hasn't shut up about you, since he met you earlier." He finished. I smirked and stepped inside. Derek shut the door behind me and led me into the living room area of the loft. I saw a bunch of people waiting. Most were teenagers, but an older face stood out in the crowd. The look he's giving me is way past borderline creepy.

"Bonnie," Stiles blurted out. He stood up when he saw me. I smiled, unable to help myself. He returned it with ease. He walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back, surprising both of us. "You okay?" He whispered. I nodded. He pulled away and flashed me another quick smile, before taking his seat, again.

"You're the Bennett that Deaton is so fond of." The older man observed. "Having a Bennett on our side, could come in handy."

"Having her on our side and having her help you are two very different things, Peter." Lydia breathed. None of us missed the not-so-subtle venom that dripped from her voice. Peter didn't seem surprised.

"You're Derek's uncle." I said, as I made the connection. The smirk on Peter's face became absolutely carnal.

"So, you do talk about me. You can pretend not to like me all you want, but we all know that our resident banshee has a soft spot for me." Peter mused, purposefully taunting Lydia.

"Just remember, if I had two bullets, they'd both be in you, Peter." She promised him.

"I didn't come here to see a massacre." I spoke up, not knowing how friendly or not their threats were. Derek stood up taller.

"She's right. You two back off." Derek told them both. "Scott, you wanna introduce everyone?" He asked a younger guy. He nodded and stood up, shooting me a nervous smile.

"I'm Scott. I'm the alpha." He walked over to me and shook my hand. I grasped his hand, awkwardly. "Have you ever known a werewolf before?" He asked me. I nodded.

"I've been around a few." I replied. "A guy I grew up with turned into a wolf, but I'm pretty sure that he's a different kind. He was born with the gene. He had to kill someone to trigger it. From what Lydia and Deaton have told me, I know that's not the case here."

"You're from Mystic Falls." Peter realized, like that fact made everything so much clearer for him. I nodded. "The wolves around those parts are different. They were born with the gene, but they were also cursed. That's why they have to kill to gain access to their abilities." He explained. I nodded. It makes sense.

"Well, it's clear that McCall isn't going to do it. So, I'm Jackson. I'm with Lydia. I'm also a wolf. It's nice to meet you." A guy with perfect cheekbones and the air of privilege introduced himself. I nodded, noticing the way that Lydia was holding his hand.

"Yeah, you too," I echoed. He smirked and leaned back in his seat.

"I'm Erica and this is Boyd. It's nice to have another girl in the mix. We're also wolves." A pretty blonde girl introduced herself and a quiet black guy.

"I'm Isaac." A blonde boy with curls and a reserved kind of handsome, offered his name. "Wolf," he added, before sitting there quietly.

"I'm Kira. I'm a kitsune – a fox." The girl next to Scott introduced herself. I nodded.

"I'm Stiles, which you know already. I'm human. I was possessed, but I'm better…now. I have spark." Stiles told me, enthusiastically. I giggled.

"There is a hunter that we're friends with, but he couldn't make it. You'll meet him later. His name is Chris Argent. We is… was… Allison's dad." Scott explained. As soon as he finished talking a pained silence filled the room. I just stood there. I didn't know what to say.

"We also have another banshee around town." Stiles added. I nodded. Awkward chatter filled the room.

"I bet your blood tastes wonderful." Peter mused as he crept over to me. I looked at him, silently daring him to come closer.

"Witches can't keep their magic and be another supernatural being. If you bit me, I would only be a wolf." I told him. Peter kept staring at me.

"My dear, you would never be just a wolf." He argued. I glared at him.

"If you bite me, I'll kill you." I promised him. He laughed.

"I like you. You have fire in you. And there are many other ways to taste someone, without biting him… or her."

"I'm seventeen and you're probably old enough to be my father. Why don't you taste yourself?" I quipped.

"I like her already." Jackson mused.

"I second that," Erica announced.

"I –" Peter started, but I shot him a look that silenced him.

"I will give you an aneurism so painful that you black out if you finish that sentence." I threatened him. Derek snickered behind us.

"I think you'll fit in fine." Lydia decided.

"I think so, too." Scott agreed.