Hullo World! I'm sorry for not updating my other stories, but I get distracted way too easily. I found one like this, and wanted to write my own. As I pretty much do with all my stories. I put an unexpected twist though... So, read on, enjoy, if your a hater, piss off, no one like you, and if you're actually into this, review, tell me what to add. I'll hopefully start trivia, probably not, so be on the look out for that, but go a head and enjoy! NEED BETA READER, LET ME KNOW VIA PM IF YOU'RE INTERESETED.

Disclaimer: Ha! If Booklover0318 owned Criminal Minds, everyone would be either wizards, witches, werewolves, vampires, demigods, mutants, or enhanced in some way! She's weird like that.

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Let's get this straight.

Werewolves do exist.

THey are not killers (at least not intentionally).

They do not bite humans.

In fact, they live and work as humans.

They are everywhere.

You probably work with one.

Does that scare you?

It shouldn't.

Werewolves are generally nice creatures. They enjoy human habits and jobs, but also have quirks from their wolf side. Now, they do have to transform on a full moon, but once they have enough control over their wolf side, they can transform whenever they want. That usally happens when they are around 9 or 10 years old.

Werewolves have ranks. Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and Omega. The ranks decide superiority, tells weres who to respect and such, but it is not decided by fights to the death. There are many Alphas, and many Omegas. It is decided by personality type. A kind, caring wolf is tipically and Omega, or a strong leader, confident, but sometimes irrational wolf is an Alpha. So on and so forth. Only a few things are decided by fights to the death. Leadership of a pack, and the defending of mates. There is a few more things you need to know before continuing to read.

Alphas sometimes act like lower ranks as humans, to hide their true wolf. All wolves are expected to show respect to an Alpha. Even more so to an Alpha pack leader. It doesn't matter if it is a male or female that is leader. Most don't even live togeather, but every time there is a full moon, they all go to a designated place, usally a ranch where they make their den, and have a run with the entire pack.

Omegas will always act like Omegas. Sweet, kind, caring. But, they have something called rank swings. When very emotional, usally angry, they will 'swing', so to speak, to another ranks personality. For example, a female Omega trying to protect her young from an impending threat, will swing into a rage, becoming the most ferocious of Alpha females, scaring anyone she considers a threat.

One final thing. Though wolves are mostly pack animals, there are rouges, loners, and Feral Wolves. Some didn't have a choice in the matter, others prefer being alone. Many can't find a pack they belong in, and some… Well they were abandoned or kicked out of their pack for bad reasons.

It is important you know this, for all of our kind.

Oh, I just gave it away, didn't I? I said our.

Oh yes young ones, I am most definetly an Alpha female. I'm giving you this story as an example.

Never fear a werewolf, unless you endanger, anger, hurt, or frighten them and/or the people they are close to. Never think that we are less than humans. And NEVER underestimate the power of a wolf and his pack. Continue now, but remember what I said.

THIRD POV

It was after Giddeon went to a lecture for recruits for the BAU that Morgan first smelled it. It took a second to register it, but the moment it came through all the way, his nostrils flared, pupils dilated, and hackles raised.

Derek Morgan was a werewolf. But not an Alpha as many people would think. He was a Beta. He was just slightly to laid back to be an Alpha, but Betas are still to be respected. He was a loner, couldn't find a pack that seemed to accept him as much as they wanted to. But this… This was his territory. And he intended to give the wolf his piece of mind when he found him.

For the next couple weeks, Morgan got more and more frustrated. He smelled it more and more increasingly on Giddeon, and could identify it as male, but not the rank. It irked him to the extream.

One morning, Hotch declared to the team that Giddeon had gone to go retrieve a new teammate. The kid was a genius, and was only 23. When Giddeon came back with a scrawny, tall, nervous looking kid, Morgan smelled it.

This was it. This was the wolf. Morgan bared his teeth, snarled a little, and stalked over, fake smile plastered to his face. The boy saw him approching, and stiffened, but not in fear. Then, Morgan smelled it.

This boy… Was an Alpha. The boy turned, also with a fake smile, and gold flashing through his eyes.

"Hi, I'm Spencer, Spencer Reid." The boy spoke, but an underlying threat lay underneth, 'danger, danger!' Morgan's instincts screamed.

"Nice to meet you kid. I'm Derek, Derek Morgan." As they shook hands, Morgan lowered his eyes, bowing his head subtly in submission. The boy seemed satisfied with that, and all anger left his eyes. After a few seconds of explaining how he graduated highschool at 12 and started up the trail of 3 Phd's at 13, he was introduced to the rest of the team. Morgan decided to apologize tonight in the parking lot.

That evening, after a few goodbyes, Morgan walked up to Reid.

"Hello, Beta." A calm, cool, Alpha baritone shone through his Omega act. Morgan looked down in submission. He let his Beta voice show.

"I came to apologize, Alpha. I should not have disrespected you as I did earlier." Reid looked at him in amusment.

"It's fine. It happens quite a lot in my human form because of my weak appearence. Tell me Morgan, are you a loner?" Reid asked.

Morgan nodded. "Yes. I can't find a pack that accepts me. Do you have a pack?"

Reid hmmed a yes looking thoughtful for a moment.

"I would like to invite you to our next pack run, as a show of good faith. I want us to be friends." Morgan blinked in shock. It was rare a loner was invited to a pack run. It was a sacred tradition, always happened on a full moon.

"Reid, are you sure? I don't want to intrude, and I know it's a sacred tradition from when my family's pack did it-" Reid burst out laughing, cutting him off.

"Calm down, Morgan! I can invite whomever I want, and I'm inviting you. My pack wont care, we're rather easy going. But, you will have to eat all the food we give you, and trust me, it's a ton of food." Morgan smiled, and slowly nodded. "Okay." Reid smiled, and the two bid each other goodnight, and headed for their cars. Morgan couldn't help feeling exited to run with a pack again. He missed it. The wind in his pelt, the howls peircing the night air, yelps of joy and happiness… He couldn't wait for the next 24 days to pass…

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