His lips were parted as his breath was fleeing from his lungs, his chest was moving rapidly, and his eyes were shut as he tried to abolish every thought about the pain that was throbbing throughout his entire body. God damn did it hurt. Never in his life would he think that this would hurt so bad. The years of playing lacrosse had disappeared and all that was left was the memories of when he was nothing but a loser. His asthma acting up because he was walking too quickly in the woods, or when he could only make it as second string on the team. That was what it felt like to suffocate, and all those memories coming back to him of when he felt powerless.

"Get up, Scott. Get up, Scott!The repeated words bounced off his heightened hearing as he heard the footsteps of Derek Hale coming closer to him. He could tell by the way that his shirt was off, and his obnoxious scent of musk from his broken home mixed with his sweat.

"Give me a gasped out as he tried to gather his strength to get off the ground. There wasn't a scratch on his body, but he was soaked with sweat. His shorts were sticking to his legs as they pulled at his leg hair. His hair was sticking to his forehead, and his shirt was off as he had to tear it off in the feeling that it was constricting him.

"There isn't a minute when it comes to the alphas.

The words fell flat against Scott's ear drums as he heard only silence. That was when he felt the fist against his stomach. It wasn't hard. Of course it wasn't. But when he is near death from the extreme training that Derek had him under it was as if Derek threw a titanic boulder on top of a frail child. Scott coughed at the punch, and turned his head to the side to vomit on the ground. The stench had hit him full force, and he had to quickly turn his head to the side. A stream of yellow flowing from his mouth, as he gazed up at the sky in a haze.

Derek had walked away from the other werewolf. He had walked away from him as soon as he punched the other because he knew that his rage had gotten to him again. As soon as his flesh had felt the pulsating muscles of Scott, he had known. He knew that he had crossed the line. Scott was young, but so was he when the alphas had shown up. Viscous, brutal, merciless. He had to prepare Scott to the best of his abilities because if he didn't then there was no one that could prepare for Scott the tragedy that was imminent.

The black haired male had walked a good pace away from Scott as he stood alone in the woods. He couldn't feel guilty about what was going on with Scott because he had to prepare. He had to make sure that no one else would die. He had to dominate. He had to protect. He had to.

"Going a bit hard on him. Don't you believe so?Came the question that echoed in his head like a whisper. The alpha had turned around to try to find the location of the voice but no one was there. There wasn't a smell that was lingering, there wasn't a noise that could be heard, there was just him alone. Utterly alone.

"Stop looking. You won't be able to find me. Answer me. Don't you believe that you are pushing him too much?It was a female. Derek had glared at his surroundings as he had to have something to show how he disapproved of the woman playing mind games with him. He had to answer the question though because who knew what else she could do if he could get inside his head.

" stated firmly, and trying to keep his answers as short as possible. He didn't know if she could twist his words around, and end up making him say something he would forever regret.

"Really? Not even a little?"

"No."

"Short for words, aren't you. A bit disappointing, but you'll be was when Derek's eyes had widen and he looked around. His eyes flashing red for a moment as he looked around for any indication that someone, anyone, was around him. His eyes dashed towards any movement that the wind produced, and he tried to find anything that would indicate something of someone. Just as he was about to give up. A split second of a thought that perhaps nothing was going to happen. He turned his attention to the right, and as he turned he suddenly felt a brick slam into him. Down he went as he hit the cold floor. His eyes closed as he was instantly knocked out. Derek's head was turned to the side, and he had a peaceful look on his face for once. The corner of his chest was moving slowly, mouth was slightly turned, and his eyelids provided a blanket to his tired eyes.

When suddenly they snapped open. His pupils dilated, and he gasped. Where am I? Was the first question that came to his mind as he looked around the forest in the dead of night. The leaves and sticks cracked under him as he jumped up. Looking around he was still in the same forest and that brought him some comfort as he thought that he was knocked out. He started taking steps forward to go back to his house to figure out who knocked him out when he started to hear dogs barking.

He turned his attention towards the barking dogs that were still on the road leading into the forest, and that was when he saw the flashing lights of a police car. Shit. He thought as the overwhelm of guilt hit him like a brick, and he took off running into the forest. What did he do this time? Did Scott set him up for something? Did he have to take the fall for someone? His mind was rushing at a million miles as he was coming up with all the solutions in order for him to escape from the cops and try to find Scott to find out what is up. But as Derek was running through the forest he had started to feel out of breath and it was only after a few short yards. What? He thought as he fell to the ground and started to go into a hacking cough. His chest was tightening, his throat was closing, and his heart was racing at a million miles per second. How was this happening to him? He thought as continued to cough when he felt someone jump next to him.

"Dude. Take your was a girl's voice and it was one that he recognized. Derek thought as he tried to sit up to look at her, but he couldn't see her at all with the coughing fit that he was having. Was this really an asthma attack? He didn't have asthma! He was a werewolf! If he...no.

As Derek was coming to the conclusion that he was having an asthma attack; the girl dug though his jacket to find his inhaler to give it to him. She shoved it into his mouth and pressed down on the end of the inhaler to force him to take the god damn thing, and as soon as the wave of his medicine hit his lungs he started to feel a lot better. He grabbed the end of the inhaler to then put in his pocket, and he looked up at the girl that was glaring at him. Her brown hair was curled but it was in a slight messy array as if she had been running. Her countenance was that of a scolding mother.

Meanwhile, Derek's eyes had widen in slight fear at who he was looking at.

"Allison?The male questioned and Allison rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, who do you think I was? The murder? Dude, don't scare me like that again. Why didn't you take your inhaler? You were practically a fish out of water when I got here.

"What?Derek spat out in disbelief to who was talking to him in his concern. Didn't Allison hate him for biting her mother? She went after Erica and Boyd that night. What was she doing? Derek's head was full of questions as he notably wanted to just go home and figure it out in the morning of Scott and Allison kissed and made up. But that wasn't going to happen as the flashlights were coming closer, and that was when Allison grabbed on to Derek's hand to pull him up from the forest floor. She then took off a head of him in another direction and out of instinct he took off into the direction of his house. Thanks? He mentally thought as he didn't know what to say at all.

He continued to keep running until he started to feel light headed again. Again? What the hell! He growled as he had to stop, put his hands on his knees for a few seconds, and then grab the inhaler from his jacket. Taking the object he shook it and put it to his lips when he was knocked to the ground by a group of deer that was fleeing from something. The dark haired male got to the ground and covered his head so that the hooves wouldn't smash against it. The deer continued to flee from some animal for a while and it left Derek some time to question why he was turning human. He was born a werewolf and thus he didn't have these sort of problems as a kid. Why was it kicking in now? Was he going through some change? Was it a sign that the alphas were close? Did they do something to him? All the questions ran through his mind while he was starting to feel the tightness in his chest again. Fuck. He needed that inhaler.

As the last deer jumped over top of him the dark haired male had started to crawl on his hands and knees. Putting his hands against the dirt in order to look for the inhaler that he had no idea where it came from. Why was it in his jacket? That was his last thought as he then put his hand on something cold...and smooth. The dark haired male looked over and saw that it was a guy laying in the dirt. Without a second thought Derek knew that this was a murder as he had seen enough lifeless eyes staring into his soul. The male stood up to inspect the body as the male did have the wide eyes in surprise, but as Derek started to look south of the naked body he saw the shredded torso. The male took a step back away from the corpse as he didn't want to be anywhere near it.

His first instinct wasn't that this was horrible, or cruel, or anything inhumane because all his life he had to see that. He had to see his family burn in a fire and to live with that guilt that they burned. They were all gone because of him. But he had his sister at least. His sister was what kept him going at times, but then she was the last one to go. Died because of his uncle...The male thought when he remembered that he was looking for something and he should find that item quick or else he could die. Damn it. Derek thought as he went back for searching the item again. He took a step back away from the corpse only to loose his balance at the side of the hill. Stumbling backwards he fell down the hill. Rolling around until he finally landed at the bottom in another trail that lead to his house. He laid there for a moment as his asthma was getting to him along with the pain of him being thrashed around by nature.

Why did it hurt? Right. Being human...

Just then Derek could hear the low growling of an animal behind him. Fuck. The male thought as he pushed himself off the ground and took off running down the trail. He grabbed on to a log that was in his way and jumped over it swiftly. Yet no matter how far he ran he felt his asthma beat him to his demise. Derek's throat was closing and he could feel the gasping for air when he fell to the ground. His mind started to kick in that this was a wolf that could smell how hurt he was from falling down the hill, or it was some bear cubs that he fell too close to. God damn it! Why was this happening to him!

The male grabbed on to a stick to hoist himself up. He had to keep moving. There was no way that he was going to die here. He would die in his house if he had to. Derek hoisted himself up by propping a thick stick against him. By doing this he started to gain his confidence back that there wasn't something out there to get him. That the animal had left, but he was suddenly bit in the side by a pair of two strong jaws. He yelled in the pain that was surging through his body. The human side that had been brought upon had made him so weak that a bite from an animal could make him yell. The thousand bolts of electricity that ran through his body hadn't made him yelp nor the strength of the alpha as he was thrown against a building. Nothing could make him yell when he was a werewolf, but now that he was in this human body the pain was incredulous.

Derek reached up with all of his strength to punch the animal in the snout, and then took off running as his adrenaline had kicked in. The male ran across the forest towards the road as at least there would be people there to help him. Perhaps he could call for Peter. Anything at all as he didn't understand what the fuck was going on. As he reached the pavement the male had fell down on the side of the road. His vision was going blurry from his asthma, and he pulled out his phone. Looking through his contacts he didn't have...anyone. Allison, Deaton, Laura, Sheriff. Where was Peter? Who was Allison? Derek thought as his hand landed on the only person he knew. Laura. He pressed the button and held the phone up to his ear. He was going to die giving one last call to his sister.

"Sis...I'm by the forest, and I think...I think...He whispered out just as he started to close his eyes.

The next thing he knew was that someone was opening his mouth and giving him his inhaler. Putting the item into his mouth to give him his medicine. He nodded towards the person who gave it to him. His vision was still blurry, and he smiled at them. As he started to be able to breath freely, and his vision was clearing up as he blinked a few times. He saw the person move away from him and he stood up with the feeling of a thousand knives jabbing into him.

"Thank God I found out. I had 911 dialed just in was a woman. He...knew that voice. Derek quickly turned to look at the woman that was talking to him and he instantly knew her. The way that she was looking at him with a stern voice and look. The way that her dark hair was put up in a messy bun, and that she was in her pajamas. Derek's eyes burned for a moment as he couldn't fathom who he was seeing.

"Laura?"