Had this idea floating around and decided to write it, will most probably only be around 5 chapters long. Set after season 4, mostly centered around the pack, no troublesome monster trying to kill them! No Braedan as well, well not with Derek anyway. It will almost include a developing friendship between the OC and Malia. Hope you like it :)

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Derek's p.o.v

"Something's out there!" Malia tells us as she limps into the loft, clutching her bloodied side. It doesn't take long or the pack to be up, worry pouring from each one of them. The need to protect my cousin has me taking her pain and inspecting the claw marks on her side.

"What was it?" I ask her, getting her to sit down on the couch.

"I-I'm not sure what I saw..I think..I don't know. I was in my coyote form and I came upon it, I tried to communicate with it and it attacked me" Malia tells me. Stiles comes to her side, worried. I can smell the slight jealousy coming from Lydia as she watches Stiles check Malia over. I don't do anything about it though..i'm not getting involved with teenaged 'love'. I do glare at Stiles as his hand falls too low on Malia's back for my liking.

"What did I tell you about doing that Malia?" I growl. Scott and I taught Malia how to shift back into a coyote but she was to be careful and leave rouge animals alone. "You said you would leave other animals alone"

"You mean wolves, foxes, coyotes, right?" Malia asks me. I nod at her cautiously, what is she getting at? "What about leopards?" she asks me. Leopards? In Beacon Hills? In the woods? We have to check this out.

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Stiles has his arm snaked around Malia's waist, helping her walk. I tried to get her to stay at the loft but she said she had to take us to where she found it..where she found a..a leopard.

"I'm catching the scent" Malia tells us. We all stop, focusing our hearing. "It's close" Scott starts walking forward but I stop him, catch his arm.

"Wait" I say. I inhale deeply.

"Derek, it's here, we have to-" Scott starts.

"Just wait" I cut in. Normally I wouldn't speak to the true alpha like this but something's off. "We shouldn't have come this far out" I tell them. "Not at night" I realise we've entered it's den, it's territory. This is all Hale land but because of everything that's been going, it's been hard to uphold.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asks me. We hear a growl in the distance, in the trees. Our heads snap to it, unable to pinpoint it. By the growl, it's definitly a leopard.

"They're extremely vicious and deadly night hunters" I tell them. Scott turns to Stiles as the growls edge closer.

"Take Malia back to the loft. Lydia, go with him. The rest of you make sure they get there safe" I can tell Kira is going to object but Scott flashes his eyes blood red at them all. "All of you stay there until Derek and I get back. Go" he tells them. It's obvious they don't want to, but they obey Scott, making their way back towards the loft. The growls are much closer now. Scott shifts and I follow his lead. We get back to back, being able to see all around us as the growls are in human-hearing distance. A bush to my right rustles and both Scott and I turn towards it. Just as Malia described, a big leopard with shining black fur and viciously blazing green eyes steps out into our view. It's eyes are shining. "It's a were-leopard" Scott says. I nod. Leopard's eyes don't glow like that. It's growls turn to snarls as it stalks forward. Scott roars, his alpha tone causing me to bow my head a little bit. I notice the leopard takes no notice of Scott's rank as a alpha. I watch it closely, the way it moves, waiting for it's next action. It lowers it's body to the ground slightly as it stalks around us. It's fangs are much sharper than that of a wolves', they're bared at us as it snarls lowly at us. It's eyes don't seize to pierce into us, watching our every move as well. It's tail swings behind it, not like a dog's when they're happy but like it's getting ready to pounce and attack. It's ears are flat and pulled back as well, asserting it's possessiveness and power. It's head is bowed lower than the body, all four sets of claws extended. It jolts forward, making me and Scott even more alert. The leopard doesn't leave its spot though, it was using a scare tactic. "Derek, what do we do?" Scott asks me, watching the black leopard with red alpha eyes. My mind is racing through possiblilities, most ending with one of us dead or all of us dead. My wolf claws at me, it wants to come out. I trust my wolf.

"Let me try something" I tell Scott. I let my claws and fangs go away. I can feel Scott's confusion and his concern in this delicate situation. The leopard slows to a stop, head tiliting slightly as it watches me. I sink into the shadows, stripping my clothes off. I focus on the emotions around me, like Peter taught me. I feel the concern from Scott, what I feel the most is the leopard's anger, she, I can now distinguish her as a female, is angry because we've entered her den, all of us, wolves and coyote. I feel my eyes glowing again and I jump forward, back into the moonlight, my bones shifting. I land on four paws, in my full wolf form. She immediantly goes back to her hostile side, snarling at me. I growl at her, baring my own fangs at her, eyes glowing blue, trying to stare her down.

You shouldn't be here! she yells at me. Were-creatures can connect like this but only if they're in their full form. It's nothing like that Twilight movie where you can hear your packs thoughts, no. It's how we talk to one another, it's like we are actually talking but it's in growls, howls and whines, we can hear it in our heads though.

You attacked a memeber of our pack! This is Hale territory! YOU shouldn't be here! I growl at her, stomping a paw down in a sign of dominance. The leopard flinches ever so slightly but meets my gaze all the same.

Hale? Tahlia Hale? she asks, anger still there but not as bad as it was. I whine, yes. She bows her head, surrendering. I didn't know. I didn't mean to hurt the coyote, I thought she was going to attack me, I was acting on instinct. She tells me. I let my posture soften, showing her I accept her apology but I don't let her dominant me, I stand tall. She glances at Scott, who is EXTREMELY confused, before she starts to back away from us slowly, not turning her back to us though, she doesn't want to make herself vulnerable. This makes something snap inside of my wolf. I lurch forward. The leopard's heckles come back up, fangs baring again.

Where's your pack? I ask her. She just looks at me. She's not going to tell me and I understand but my wolf doesn't want to leave her. You're an omega. I realise. She growls at me and I don't retaliate. Her stance falters and she throws her head back, howling into the air. She is an omega. An omega who lost her pack.

They were killed, by hunters. She tells me sadly. I take a couple more steps forward slowly, carefully, I don't know why but I don't want her to flee.

Come with us. We have a pack. That's our alpha, Scott McCall, we can help you. I say to her. I let all angry or confrontational features disappear but I still stand tall.

Scott McCall? The true alpha? I make the whine, signalling yes. She looks between Scott and I again before making her own sound of agreement. I watch her for a few more moments, I want to make sure she isn't going to attack. Once I see that she's dropped her angry posture, I slip back into the shadows, shifting back. I grunt in pain as the last of my bones realign. I quickly get back into my clothes.

"What was that?" Scott asks, still in his werewolf form.

"She was just protecting her den. Her pack were killed by hunters, she's an omega" I tell him.

"Is it safe to take her back with us? She won't hurt anyone?" Scott asks me. I didn't even need to tell him I offered that, he was willing to take in a packless rouge because that's who he is, that's why he's a true alpha.

"I think so. She said she's sorry she hurt Malia, she was only protecting her home, worried hunters were coming for her" I tell Scott. Scott shifts back, becoming the human teenaged boy he really is. Scott looks over at her and she bows her head, submitting. "I don't think she'll change into her human form, not yet, she will when she feels safe" I tell Scott. Scott nods and we approach her carefully. She stays in the same plance, glancing between us. I motion for Scott to tell her what to do. "Uh.." he starts. He closes his eyes and opens them again to show his alpha status to the more relaxed leopard. "We're taking you to our pack house.." Scott tells her. She whines in confirmation. Scott studies her for a second before leaning closer to her. "If you hurt anyone in my pack, i'll throw you to the hunters, do you understand?" Scott asks her. She shows her submission and obediance by cautiously rubbing her nose along the inside of Scott's hand. It's an uncomfortble movement for her but she obviously feels unsafe out here.

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Malia jumps up when we lead her inside. She growls at the leopard, causing it to snarl at her, baring it's fangs.

"Malia, wait!" I yell at her, making her back down. "It was an accident, she thought you were trying to invade her home, it was a mistake" I tell Malia. Malia looks between me, Scott and the leopard.

"How do you know that?" she asks.

"She's a were-leopard" I tell them. I have the entire pack's attention now. The girl, well leopeard, in question steps towards Malia cautiously, her fangs going away. Malia looks to Scott nervously but he nods. The leopard walks in front of her and smooches againist her knee, very cat-like. She then walks past Malia and goes and sits out on the deck, looking over the forest.

"She's sorry" Malia says. I nod. "I-I could feel it" I can tell Malia's confused but she trusts Scott and I.

"We need Deaton" Lydia speaks up. I nod at her.

"Yeah" Scott agrees, rubbing his hand down his face. "We do"

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Hope you like the beginning of this fic! Giving you a little look into next chapter, they aren't exactly right about what she is. Stay tuned to learn more! Favourite, follow and please review, they inspire me and help me alot! Stay golden!