Title: The New Wolf on the Block

Summary: when Derek Hale finds a teenage girl outside of Beacon Hills High School, she willingly becomes a new member of his pack.

General Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. I do not own any of the Teen Wolf characters. I do not make any money from these stories.

Notes: I only own the character "Hazel." Jackson does not leave Teen Wolf in this story. Instead, Jackson stays in Derek's pack as a beta. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac also remain as a part of Teen Wolf in this story. Thoughts will be italicized. This is a personal story, so characters may seem out of character at times.

Warning: contains non consensual m/f spanking of minors and profanity

Chapter: One

A profanity slipped from a runaway's mouth as she cut herself while trying to climb over the fence of St. Mary's Orphanage. She applied pressure to her abdomen where blood seemed to be flowing out in a slow pace.

The girl hurried down an ominous alley way; her final chance of escape. Once she ran past the exit, the orphan found herself alone on the streets. She kept running until Beacon Hills High School appeared in front of her. The locked doors caused another curse word to slip from her lips. At least the roof of the school gave her enough protection from the rain.

She slumped against the doors and slid down, sitting on the concrete. She leaned her head back and gazed over the pouring down rain. Lighting cracked in the sky, fighting with the thunder. She startled each time the sky yelled with fury, but was finally able to drift off to sleep.

Hazel Gray, the runaway, was sixteen and a minimum height of five foot' six. She was slim with few curves that didn't really give her much to show off. Her brown eyes matched her dark, brown hair that framed her heart shaped face and flowed down to her shoulders in waves. The blue jeans, white tank top, black hoodie, and black converse she wore were soaked through, causing her to shiver in the cold.

She woke up but not on her own. A tall, handsome man with black hair was saying something, but Hazel was too tired to make it out.

"Hey, kid! Kid! Are you ok?" He asked due to all the blood on her shirt.

"Mmmm, no… I don't want to go back," the girl replied thinking that she was still in her dream about being taken back to the orphanage. When she opened her eyes further, she was able to make out more details about the strange man in front of her. He had a dark shadow of facial hair and hazel eyes. His build looked lean and athletic which made her want to reach out and squeeze one of his arms. Of course she restrained herself from doing so, but she still wanted to.

"Jesus," he said exasperatedly.

In the end, the stranger ended up carrying her to his car and taking Hazel to the hospital. Ms. McCall stitched her up and gave her some antibiotics.

"Make sure she takes two once a day for two weeks, ok Derek?" She said to him, giving one of the Hale members an expectant look.

"Sure…" He said and then gave her a fake smile.

"Good, I'll get the discharge papers ready so that you can take your cousin home," she said before she went to go get the release forms.

Derek waited patiently for Ms. McCall's return. Derek had told her that Hazel was his cousin because he didn't want to waste time explaining how he stumbled upon a lonely girl outside of a school in the rain. Instead, he just told her that she was running and caught herself on the corner of the kitchen table.

By the time Hazel was discharged, she was hopped up on drugs and Derek had to carry her to his car again. He took her back to his apartment and laid her on the comfortable couch in the loft.

Hazel opened her eyes and sat up on the couch. To her surprise, she found four teenagers and two men sitting in the same room as her.

"What the- where am I?" Hazel asked anxiously. "This isn't another foster home is it?" Worry was all over her face as her eyes looked from one person to another.

Jackson spoke up and said, "Derek, you really had to pick a spaz?"

"Watch it," a low growl of anger in the form of a warning escaped his mouth and he shot Jackson a look that said "don't even think about talking like that again."

The beta lowered his eyes towards the floor and mumbled a sorry, but you could tell these two would not be getting off on the right foot.

"This isn't really a foster home. Last night I found you in front of the high school. You had lost a lot of blood and you were weak and pretty out of it," that comment made Hazel's cheeks blush a slight pink as she sunk into the back of the couch. She didn't like thinking that she's weak even though she knew it. "Anyways, I took you to the hospital and told them you're my cousin. They stitched you up, gave you some antibiotics, and told me you were free to go; so I just took you back here."

"Oh… Thank you, that's very nice," she didn't really know how to reply to all of last night's events, so she settled for gratitude.

"Guys, can you give us a moment. I need to talk to Hazel," Derek said to his pack members and his uncle.

After everyone left, it was just the two of them in the loft.

"How do you know my name? I don't remember telling it to you."

"I looked in your pockets and found some kind of I.D card with your name and everything on it," he replied in a factual tone.

"Oh…"

"Yeah. Anyways, since you ran away you probably have no place to go, right?"

Hazel nodded. She was too embarrassed to admit that she didn't think things all the way through. The girl ran away with nothing, not even an extra set of clothes.

"Well, I'm a werewolf, and those wayward teens are a part of my pack," he stopped to search her face for any sort of change in emotion.

"Are you for real? Prove it."

Derek nodded because he understood her being sceptical. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them they changed from being hazel to a bright blue. Hazel's eyes widened in awe as she stared at him until he changed the color back.

"That's awesome!"

"Now that you know all of this, would you like to become a member of my pack?"

Hazel was hesitant in answering Derek. Then she remembered all the things she has not been able to do because she was so weak and fragile. She looked at him and her eyes held determination.

"Yes."