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You just received a new teaching job in the town of Beacon Hills. Being the high school’s new photography teacher was something you had been looking forward too, since your move had been a stressful one. You also couldn’t wait to see some of the art that the kids would be producing; it was why you started teaching in the first place. Thinking of that got your mind off the fact that you left your pack for a new job, since you had been let go from your last one. Since you were an Alpha, your leaving was not an easy one on the pack, nor was it popular among your pack members and the Alpha male you were sort of dating/sort of mates with. They would recover though. You needed this change and they all knew it, including your partner who told you that it would be good for you to leave and have some time away after the two of you had been fighting for days about you moving.
You walked into the school on your first day and you felt fresh. It was only a few days into the new school year so you weren’t too far behind the other teachers. You sucked in a deep breath as you lugged your camera bags to your new classroom. The school had a darkroom but they hadn’t had a photography teacher employed here in years so you were guessing the equipment would be out of date; something you would have to change. You set down your bags when you reached your room and unlocked the door to see that the classroom was being used as storage space. “Great.” You sighed bringing your cameras in and setting them down by one of the tables. “They couldn’t get the room ready? They hired me late enough to have the room ready.” You complained to yourself as you went over to the phone on your new desk. It wasn’t plugged in and it was covered in dust. So, you tried to find the cords to connect it. You could hear footsteps outside of your room since you arrived; but there was a knock and an overbearing smell of wolf you hadn’t been expecting that caused your head to jolt up from under the desk, hitting it hard as you came up. When you finally composed yourself you saw two students in your new doorway trying to seem like they hadn’t just witness their teacher bashing hitting their head on the desk. One of them was the wolf you had smelled and your eyebrow quirked up.
“Is this photography?” The human boy asked, walking in.
“It will be once this room is sorted.” You smiled, trying not to focus too much on the wolf boy to make him feel more comfortable.
You could see he was on edge as he tried to pull his friend back towards him rather than walking towards you. “Are you two really here for photography? Because neither of you seem the type.” You asked, moving out from behind the desk and then leaning on the front of it.
“No.” The wolf quickly said which caused his friend to give him a confused glance.
“Yes.” The friend corrected.
“So far you are the only two kids I’ve got signed up I believe, but the list is a month old so there are probably more.” You paused and searched for the small course roster you had been provided with. Fishing it out you read the two names off. “So that must make one of you Stilinski and the other McCall?” You asked, looking up at the two of them with hopefulness in your eyes.
“I’m Stiles and this is Scott.” The human boy greeted and then motioned to his friend who was visibly growing more uncomfortable the longer he was in the room.
“Nice to meet you boys, I’m Miss. L/N. Hopefully there are more students that signed up. Though, truth be told, I would not be opposed to a smaller class.” You gave them a warm smile, trying to ease the wolf named Scott. “Well, since class was supposed to start a few minutes ago, do the two of you mind helping me get this class room in order?” You asked, gesturing to the room filled with junk the school threw in there.
As you went back to plug the phone in you overheard the two of them from the back of the room as they helped move the heavier boxes. “She’s a werewolf.” You heard Scott say, though you could tell he was trying to be as quiet as possible.
“Really?” Stiles seem completely surprised and you felt him look back at you. You could tell Scott was unsure but now that you knew he and his friend both knew what werewolves were you came up from under your desk, made the call to the reception desk in the school to have your class room cleaned up, and then went to help them move things to the door.
“I was an Alpha back in Washington. I left my pack to come here and teach.” You smiled at them, grabbing a few boxes and bringing them to the door. The two boys were quiet. “I was actually hoping to find another pack soon so I can meet them and maybe join.” You shrugged. “But there’s no rush.” You said after a few minutes of silence.
“Can’t you like, start your own since you’re an Alpha?” Scott asked, you could tell his knowledge was limited; he must have been turned recently, more recent than you thought. Which worried you since that meant there was another Alpha in the area, and they weren’t opposed to turning kids.
“I would like to integrate into an already existing pack so territories don’t get complicated. I would also like to refrain from turning random people.” You said, though it was only the half of it.
“There isn’t one.” Scott finally replied. You believed he didn’t know of a pack, but it didn’t mean there wasn’t one out there since he was turned by someone.
Then more students started to pour into the classroom you gave them each a bright, warm smile. “Welcome to photography! Right now we’re just making our classroom inhabitable so grab a box and bring it to the door. We’ll be stacking them outside in the hall for the right person to pick up.” You told the group of a dozen more students that walked in. You helped move things into the hallway and by the time everything was out the class was over. As your new students started to head for the door you blurted out an assignment. “Next time bring in your favorite picture. It can be anything! Just make sure it’s a hard copy and not, I repeat, not on your phone!” You called.
Scott was the first one to leave and Stiles was the last. You saw Stiles hanging around the door and could sense Scott outside waiting for him. “Talk to Derek Hale.” Stiles whispered to you before leaving. You could hear Scott just outside, practically yelling at him. You were able to catch the tail end of him saying “he’s not a good guy, Stiles” which peaked your interest.
Your class room was empty the rest of the day. The school decided to give you only one class to start you out. Which you thought was ridiculous, since you had some experience teaching. You were able to get the room organized the way you wanted it, and you found all of the darkroom supplies in storage so you got that set up as well. After going through the equipment, you were pleasantly surprised to see it wasn’t as out of date as you thought it would be and it was all pretty much brand new. Maybe you wouldn’t have to beg for new equipment afterall.
After finishing that up you had some down time so you got your laptop set up on your desk. Once you were logged on to the school’s network the first thing you wanted to do was look up this Derek Hale fellow Stiles told you about. The name had sounded familiar and you recalled your mother being friends with a Hale who had similar shifting abilities you had. Your search, however, turned up something you hadn’t expected. A major house fire with multiple casualties. “Argent.” You came to the realization that moving was a very, very bad idea. You had experience with some of the Argent family hunters and knew firsthand how the sister was a complete psychopath. You knew of their code and that that woman broke it, on multiple occasions. You had heard that she burned a house down, killing innocent humans and children as well as the wolves that were inside. But you didn’t piece together that that house was in the same town you were staying in until now.
It was the end of the day and you were packing up some of your things and getting ready to leave when there was a knock on your door. “Come in boys.” You said without looking up. You heard Stiles enter, but Scott stayed by the door. “How can I help you two?” You asked, packing away your computer and finally looking up at them.
“Actually, we’re here to help you.” Stiles answered. “Here is Derek’s number. We saw him earlier today and may have mentioned that our new teacher is a werewolf.” Stiles continued.
“He didn’t talk to him, I did and it only came up when he smelled you.” Scott added with some hostility.
“Actually, I might not be your new teacher for much longer. Some new information has come to light and I’m afraid I might not be as safe here as I thought. I should also warn you Scott, it might not be safe here for you either so try to stay low and not draw any attention to yourself.” You were completely honest to the kids; you figured Scott had a right to know that he wasn’t safe either. “Thank you for the number. I will be sure to give him a call.” You said as you ushered Stiles out the door. “I’ll see you two tomorrow. Don’t forget to bring in your favorite picture. Oh and Scott, be careful.” You said, shutting your door and walking down the hall in the opposite direction.