Chapter 1

[Story begins with Season 4]

In the town of Beacon Hills, sitting on a couch, two boys by the names of Mieczyslaw 'Stiles' Stilinski and Scott McCall were chatting animatedly with one another. They seemed to be glancing towards the front door frequently as if they were waiting for something.

"So your cousin from Texas is coming to live here. Do you really think that's a good idea?" Scott asked cautiously.

Beacon Hill wasn't exactly a safe town to be living right now. After what happened with the Nogitsune, Alison dying, and Derek disappearing. Everything in this town had pretty much gone to shit.

"Of course, it's a terrible idea," Stiles shrugged, while fidgeting slightly. "Literally everyone we know has almost died, myself included. But Alex's got no one else so he's stuck with us," He was obviously nervous to meet his cousin again, and wanted to make a good impression.

"Have you ever met him before?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah, a few times. My aunt has-had a farm and my dad took me there to meet Alex. He was adopted by my aunt when he was about 3. Super quiet kid. Kinda had a loner vibe to him though. Like Batman but-," Stiles rambled quickly.

"Okay, I get it, Stiles," Scott interrupted immediately knowing if he didn't stop Stiles then he would just continue to talk.

Stiles took a deep breath before speaking again, but much slower, "I'm just saying. I hope he didn't turn out be some weirdo, especially if he's gonna be sleeping in the room next to mine."

Scott seemed to be barely listening to Stiles, as he suddenly perked up and turned his head towards the door, "Your dad's car is pulling up."

Clumsily jumping to his feet, Stiles scrambled to stand by the door, "How do yo-stupid question, super hearing, got it!"

Stiles and Scott quickly peaked through the window to see a police car pulling into the driveway. "Do you thinks he's gonna look ugly? Is he fat now? Maybe he has a mustache, or like a really crooked jawline-," Stiles asked, while the anticipation of knowing was basically killing him.

"Stiles, shut up," Scott stated, as if it was routine.

"Right!" Stiles nodded and pressed his face against the glass as the door of his dad's car swung open to reveal...

POV. Alex

Alex Gajos stood by himself at the airport entrance with a large suitcase and a large black duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He had a tired expression on his face as he impatiently tapped his foot and tried not to fidget too much.

Alex was a very tall teenager standing at 6'5 with a toned muscular build and tanned skin from working long hours on a farm. He had smooth, but thick black hair and startlingly intense cobalt eyes that practically glowed.

While he looked like an normal-for the most part- teenager, Alex also had a secret that only his adopted mother knew about him.

His big secret was that... he's a tiger. Or at least he could transform into one, and an enormous one at that.

Ever since he was a kid, Alex had noticed strange changes that seemed to be happening to his body. He gradually got inhumanly stronger and could run faster than most people could even see. His senses had been enhanced to an insane level, while he became able to transform his features into that of a rare white tiger.

Alex could change his eyes into luminescent blueish-white orbs with slits, transform his teeth, and nails into deadly white points. Although it took years of practice, he was even able to become an actual extremely dangerous tiger.

But that wasn't all, as he still had one more power that he couldn't control, or even understand. Whenever he got angry or lost control of his emotions, strange things occurred.

He never remembered what, as he fell into a haze whenever it happened, but his mother had describe it to him once. She had said it was like a tornado had appeared, with him at the center.

His powers were closely guarded secret that only his adopted mother knew about. She had accepted him when she first discovered what he was. She wasn't afraid, instead, she accepted him and loved him as she always had.

It had been absolutely devastating for Alex when she died, but he knew she would want him to still live his life. So at the moment, Alex was waiting patiently for his adopted mother's brother-in-law, Noah Stilinski, to pick him up and bring him to his new home in Beacon Hills.

After a few more minutes, a brown police car pulled up in front of Alex. A middle aged man with graying hair wearing a police uniform and badge stepped out of the car while scanning the area before his eyes stopped on Alex.

"Alex, is that really you?" Noah Stilinski questioned as he slowly walked towards Alex.

Alex smiled slightly and waved his hand, "Hey, Uncle Noah, it's good to see you again," he greeted as Noah surprisingly brought the younger boy into a hug before stepping back. Noah still looked up at Alex in shock, and amazement that he was the same quiet little boy he knew from a few years ago.

"Damn-you really grew. You're huge! I still remember when you were just up to my waist," Noah said.

"Yeah, it's been awhile," Alex replied while stiffening a yawn. It had been an extremely physically and emotionally exhausting day for him to move away from the home he lived for most of his life.

Seeing this, Noah grabbed Alex's suitcase and waved for him to follow, "Come on, let's put your things in my trunk." Alex agreed silently as he put all of his things, including his guitar case, in the trunk of the police cruiser. He then took a seat up front as Noah started the car and headed towards Beacon Hills.

An awkward silence reigned over the car as they continued to drive while occasionally speaking, but most conversation ended rather quickly.

Alex was comfortable with the silence as he was already exhausted, simply wanting to fall asleep and forget about everything else. He had already been on the verge of nodding off several times, but the sound of his uncle's slightly frantic heartbeat and the stench of nervousness surrounding him.

"So...I registered you up for Beacon Hills High School," Noah said suddenly, before looking up quickly in a panic, "Thought if your not ready yet then-."

"School's..fine," Alex interrupted, trying to calm his uncle. He quickly agreed as he needed a distraction or he might just keep wallowing in sadness. " Does Miec-Stiles go there too?"

"Yep, Stiles goes there as far as I'm aware," Noah sighed tiredly, as he thought of his only son, "You two should be in the same grade, so he'll help you if needed it."

"I never went to school before," Alex added quickly. He was nervous at the thought of going to an actual school.

"Oh, you were homeschooled, right?" Noah asked, remembering his sister-in-law mentioning that little tibet to him a few years ago.

Alex cringed slightly before answering, "Unfortunately." He had knew that when his powers and the changes began, that going to school wouldn't be possible. So his mother taught him while he learned to control his emotions and abilities by himself.

"I sure you'll be fine. If not you still have Stiles," Noah smiled, before realizing just what Stiles was like, "...Do try your best to make friends. Maybe join a sport, or club."

"What does Stiles play?"

"Lacrosse. I pretty sure he's still on the team," Noah answered, though was slighlty uncertain about that fact.

"That could be fun," Alex muttered and leaned back in his seat. He had never played a sport before as his strength and speed gave him an overwhelming advantage when he was younger.

But that was before he could control it. So now, he might actually get the chance to play if he kept control of himself.

For the rest of the ride, Noah spoke briefly about Beacon Hills and tried to explain everything he could. He spoke about the restaurants, places teenager usually hung out, and even the slightly illegal places he turned a blind eye to.

Although he was grateful for what his uncle was trying to do, Alex only half-listened but sat up when he realized they were pulling into a driveway. The driveway was connected to a nice house that just embodied suburbian.

"And we here, home sweet home," Noah announced as he stopped the engine and turned to face Alex, "I know that you've been through a lot, son. I just want you to know...I'm here if you ever need to talk. I know what... losing someone is like. It's a hard thing to go through alone."

Alex smiled softly as he saw hard his uncle was making an effort to reach out and help him through this difficult times, "Thank you, it means alot. I'll let you know."

"Ahem-..let's head on in, I'm sure Stiles in dying to see you again," Noah cleared his throat and quickly got out of the car.

Following his lead, Alex leaped out of the car and grabbed his bags while turning towards the Stilinski household, but froze as he smelt something...odd in the air. It didn't smell like anything he's every smelt before. Focusing his senses, he swerved his head around until he stopped at the house in front of him. He could hear two distinct heartbeats: one that was beating fast, and another that sounded...odd.

Walking towards the house, Noah opened the door for Alex to reveal two teenager boys standing awkwardly in the front of them.

One of the boys had pale skin with black hair, while the other was more tanned and had an oddly crooked jawline.

Alex immediately recognized the pale boy to be his cousin, Stiles, as he was still the same kid he knew, only slightly taller now and his ears finally looked normal on his head.

Though he definitely didn't know the other boy, but quickly realized that he was the source of the strange odor.

"Oh, your here, Scott, that's great. This is my nephew, Alex. He's gonna be staying with us," Noah introduced them, seeing as Alex didn't have any friends it would be good if he got to know some people in town.

"Y-yeah, nice to meet you," Scott greeted slowly, while staring up at Alex with his head slightly tilted . He seemed confused by something.

"You as well," Alex replied while staring at Scott, trying to figure out why he smelt so strange. While Alex and Scott were in a intense staring match, a pale face suddenly popped up in Alex's vision blocking Scott from his sights.

"...So you got really tall," Stiles said with a large smile and stared up at a Alex with his large hazel eyes.