I feel bad its been this long idk if you guys even care but i've rewritten almost everything I have. There's about 20 chapters sitting around and 20 more waiting to be written for this story. I hope you enjoy reading.

He let out a small yelp as he crashed into her, clearly shocked. She was surprisingly sturdy, only stumbling back a few steps, while he himself stumbled to the floor of the isle.

"Oh my god are you ok?" She exclaimed, rushing forward and leaning over him to offer a hand. He gave his signature dopey grin and blushed a little.

"Nothing's damaged, except maybe my pride." He replied, shaking it off. She reached out to him, and he took it, pulling himself up. He looked to the side of her as she readjusted her black shoulder bag.

"Sorry, let me help you out." He said, gesturing to her tipped over basket and groceries scattered around. He crouched down and she followed as they began reloading the basket.

"Thanks…"

"Scott." He supplied, placing a dented can of soup back.

"Thanks Scott." She gave him a friendly smile. They both stood, her bringing the basket up. "I'm Mara."

He got a good look at her as she straightened her cape in the front. She was decently built, but still slim. She had shoulder length wavy dark hair and striking green eyes. Her pink tinted lips appeared to be turned down in a frown naturally, but she curled them up into a friendly smile.

"Alright well, I should be off." She held her hand out. "It was good to meet you.".

Scott reached out to shake her hand feeling the array cold rings press to his palm.

"Nice to meet you too. I'll see you around.". She gives a small wave as she turns and walks down the aisle. He listens to the sound of her nike's squeaking against the tile, and takes a moment to scent her. There's a strong front of vanilla and sage, the latter of which seemed to throw everything else off. No detectable emotions. A little deeper and he could smell dog, a big one that doesn't smell much. As he hits a deeper level, she gets too far away from him to identify, but he does catch a whiff of something incredibly unsettling. Like fresh earth, but something was incredibly off. He felt the urge to shift as she turned the corner and disappeared from his sight, so he could further investigate her, but he thinks better of it.

He lets it go, turning and walking the other way. He would mention it to Derek.

There's a new girl at school. Scott notices her the moment he steps into the class. He is immediately distracted by the overpowering scent of the foreign wolf. One not too different from the one at the store.

He points her out to his friends, hoping they befriend her. If she was an omega, she could join them. With Erica and Boyd missing, they could use her. It would be a lot better to be friends.

Allison shot him a look when he asked her and Lydia to talk to her, but agreed. In spite of everything, the two of them weren't doing the worst.

The new girl sat quietly at the back of the room, icy blueness focused on a novel he'd never heard of, "Stillwatch".

She looked a bit strange reading the book, with her deeply focused expression. Beacon wasn't short of different looking people, but she was very tall and dark to say the least. She definitely stood out to the class judging by how many of them were attempting to look back at her inconspicuously, as she sat fiddling with the loose fabric of her ripped jeans with indifference.

Allison went right up to the seat next to her and sat down. Lydia followed, taking the seat in front of her. Lydia looked at the girl, recognizing her vaguely, but brushed it off. Her eyes drifted away from her book in a lazy fashion, taking a moment to examine the girls looking at her directly, before returning her focus to the novel.

Lydia cleared her throat a bit affronted at being ignored. She rolled her eyes and placed the book pages-down on the desk looking up to Lydia with her calculating eyes and natural frown in place as she leaned back.

"Yes?"

Lydia plastered on her most diplomatic smile.

"I'm Lydia and this is Allison." She gestured towards her friend who gave a genuine smile. "We're your student guides this week."

The girl gives them both another lookover before responding with a simple

"Pass."

"Excuse me?" Lydia asked, acting as though she hadn't heard her. She rolled her eyes again, folding her hands together on the desk.

"I know what you're really over here for. I don't need a pack, and I'm not here to interfere with yours." She stated, gesturing at Scott, before picking her book back up. "So tell the dogs over there to heel."

Lydia turned around offendedly, while Allison looked towards the front with a small smile on her lips.

Scott takes his seat at the front next to Stiles, and looks back to Allison. She shrugs, then shakes her head. He looks to the girl again, eyes still focused on the book. He sees her hand fiddling with something, and realises she's wearing a ring that looks to be engraved. Before he can get a better look, the bell goes off.

Harris stands with the attendance list in hand at the front of the chemistry lab. They wait patiently for an unfamiliar name.

"Argent...Lahey...Martin...McCall….Stilinski…"

They all looked at one another in confusion before watching Harris turn to the back of the page.

"We have a new student?" His eyes trail along the room before settling on the girl in the back.

"Ah, you must be.." He looks back down at the page, and a frown crosses his face. He looks back up, squinting at her. "Collette. Collette Hale."

Eyes widened all around the class at the sound of the infamous last name. Before anyone could break out of their shock, she spoke in her cold tone.

"Cole."

Harris looked at her with a confused expression.

"Call me Cole." She expanded, blinking slowly at him.

"Alright, Cole" He bit. "have you been caught up on where the class is?".

"Of course." she replied smoothly. He glared at her.

"Well Ms. Hale, if you're so confident" he turned to face the board and wrote and equation.

PhCH3 + KMnO4 + H2SO4 = PhCOOH + K2SO4 + MnSO4 + H2O

"Why don't you balance this equation for the class."

She with a bored expression on her face pushed herself out of the cramped desk.

Standing up, she looked around 6 feet tall, 4 or 3 inches accredited to the platform motorcycle boots. At first glance, she was strangely reminiscent of Erica.

She stopped in front of the board, shooting Harris a look.

"I didn't realize this was a sophomore course." She remarks with a scoff as she begins scribbling on the board. Scott looks to her left hand, trying to get a look at the silver and black ring, but as if she sensed it, she stuck her free hand in her jacket pocket. The same sweet obscuring scent challenged his skills.

5 PhCH3 + 6 KMnO4 + 9 H2SO4 = 5 PhCOOH + 3 K2SO4 + 6 MnSO4 + 14 H2O

Harris gave her a dark look as she walked back to her desk, unfazed by his attempt to single her out. As she passed, that scent of earth and… charcoal? washed over him, leaving him with chills. He still couldn't decipher it exactly.

Everyone looked after her with a bit of admiration as class continued.

Scott caught her by the arm as she walked out of the school. Her gaze remained forward as she responded.

"I already told the groupies I'm not interested."She spoke in a warning tone. Scott releases her and she turns to face him. Her arms crossed against her chest with a challenging look in her eyes. Again, her left hand was out of his view, curled around her bag strap.

"I get it. You have a pack. Only thing is in Beacon Hills, when a pack rolls in, it's generally bad news. Especially when it's a Hale." He replies matching her look. She holds his gaze.

"Stay away from us McCall. We're in our territory." She snapped suddenly, before darkening her tone and leaning in close. "You've got much bigger problems on the rise. Worry about yourself." She turns away, stalking down the stairs over to a massive avalanche truck, in a sleek black, speckled with dirt and bugs.

He watches as she slams her door and jammed the keys in the ignition, pulling out of the lot in one smooth motion. Her words stayed with him, as he sat against the railing. He wondered if they were a threat, or warning.

Thank you again for reading. All mistakes are mine, as I have no editor or focus to reread. Let me know if you have any suggestions bc I constantly change things.