Author's note: This is my first ever Teen Wolf fic. I'm trying to stick as close to how the show is set, so it will switch between characters quite often. I'm working my best to keep the main characters as close to their actual personalities as possible. If you leave a review and tell me what you think I would greatly appreciate it, even if it's an unhappy review.


"I am so sorry." Carrie muttered, clutching her books to her chest. The body she had slammed into was hard and unmoving and standing directly in her path now.

God, I am such an idiot. Why couldn't I have been hit by a bus on the way to school? At least that would take me from this misery, she thought, her eyes on the ground.

"Hmph." A male voice grumbled.

Carrie raised her pale blue eyes to meet a pair of narrowed dark blue one's. Isaac Lahey. He was in her English class, wasn't he? He used to be more timid. Always wearing hoodies to cover his face, always walking with his shoulders drawn together, as if expecting a blow. He'd been nice too, hadn't he? On the one occasion that they'd spoken Carrie had gotten a good impression from him.

Lately that had changed. First there was the fact that the hoodie had been replaced by a flashy leather jacket. Then there was the added smirk, ever present on his face. And lastly was the blonde girl, Erica, constantly at his side.

"Sorry." Carrie muttered again when Isaac didn't move.

The hallway was crowded. Carrie could hear people all around her but it was almost as if she was hearing them through a tube. Nothing was distinct. Only the hum of voices but no actual words. And as her eyes met Isaacs again it was as if he was the only person in the room.

Carrie read a lot of books and, she had to admit, at least to herself, a lot of them were trashy paranormal romances where things like soul mates and true love existed. She'd read a series once where something similar to this happened when the two main characters met.

It wasn't a romantic feeling, like the world was falling away and they were the only two left, clinging to each other with love, though. No, this was something different. The hair on her arms started to raise and sweat broke out on the back of her neck and her pulse quickened. This was terrifying.

Something was very, very wrong.

And then Isaac blinked and the whole world fell back into place, as if nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had happened, Carrie considered. Maybe my imagination just- ran away with itself again.

"Don't be." Isaac told her, breaking what felt like hours of silence but couldn't have been more than a few seconds. "'s my fault."

He flashed that grin of his and if something looked a little… canine-like, or elongated, Carrie didn't notice. At least, that's what she told herself as Isaac walked away, Erica moving to his side as if she'd been standing there and listening to the entire short conversation.

When they finally rounded the corner Carrie fell into the set of lockers beside her and slipped to the ground, feeling as though she had just ran ten miles with a murderous dog at her heels.

"Are you okay?"

Carrie jumped, her books falling onto the floor. "Crap." She muttered, scrambling to grab them.

Allison bent down and helped, her eyebrows drawn together in concern. "Was he bothering you just a minute ago?" She asked, handing a large chemistry text book to Carrie.

Carrie pushed a strand of golden hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture that she had since she was younger. "N-no, not really." She said quietly. "I just walked into him. It happens. I'm such a space case."

Allison stood up and straightened her skirt, a half smile on her face. "As long as you're sure."

Carrie nodded. "I am. And thank you."

Allison gave one short nod and then turned around to join her friend Lydia.

Carrie frowned at their retreating backs and headed towards her next class, trying to figure out why she had an alarming feeling of danger.


For fuck sakes, Derek thought, resisting the urge to punch a hole in the wall- or in Erica.

"Your bite can't turn people, Erica." Derek shouted before remembering his pact to stay as calm as possible. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to regain composure.

Erica huffed out a large breath, her lips forming a pout. "Maybe I'm sick of being the only female." She said, her voice higher pitched than usual, sounding more like a whine than a sentence. "Look around, Derek! I'm surrounded by men!" She yelled, pointing at Boyd and Isaac in turn and lastly poking Derek in the chest. "Sure, there are perks." She admitted, her lips spreading into a wicked grin for a second. Derek resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "But none of you understand what it's like for me. What it's like to change. It's not the same for me."

Something softened inside Derek, just for a second. He knew that Erica was struggling. Both Isaac and Boyd had mastered staying grounded during the full moon, and Scott had had it down for a while now. Erica still couldn't control herself on a full moon. It was like watching a caged animal, she screamed and bit and clawed at everything in sight.

"I get that." Derek said through clenched teeth. "But I've explained it a hundred times, you can't change anyone. I don't mean you're not allowed, I mean you physically can't. All you did was bite that girl. Who knows what'll happen to her, but I can promise you that becoming a werewolf is definitely off the list."

Erica's brown eyes widened and she pulled her shoulders back, making her breasts stick out. "Then maybe," she said, running a hand over Derek's hard chest. "You should change someone for me."

Derek swatted her hand away. Erica was fun to play with when he was bored but she had no hold over him. He cared for her, as he did for every member of his pack, but sometimes he found her… expendable. No, that wasn't right. He only found her expendable when she was pissing him off, which, come to think of it, was almost all of the time.

"I'm not changing anyone for you, Erica." Derek said, turning his back on her. "Now let's get down to what we're actually supposed to be doing."

"That's it?" Isaac shouted, incredulous. "She bites some random woman-,"

"She was homeless," Erica muttered. "It's not like anyone would have cared."

"And she doesn't get punished at all?" Isaac continued as if Erica had never spoken.

"Don't act like this has anything to do with me." She told him. "You're only upset that you're being kept on such a short leash."

Derek sighed. This was happening more and more as every day passed. Erica and Isaac had developed a close relationships. Sadly, it resembled that of brothers and sisters. They were constantly bickering or telling on each other. It was like dealing with children and that was one thing Derek did not deal with ever. He hated kids.

"Boyd." He muttered, waving a hand on the bickering couple's direction.

Isaac fell, his head hitting the ground with a loud thump. Boyd rubbed at his knuckles before offering Isaac a hand up.

"Dick." Isaac muttered, rubbing at his jaw. There was a trickle of blood dripping out the side of his mouth. His tongue flicked out and licked it up as quickly as the small gash inside his mouth healed.

"Are you calling him a dick because his is so much bigger than yours?" Erica commented.

"You would know, wouldn't you?" Isaac shot back.

"Both of you, shut the fuck up." Derek commanded.

They both fell silent immediately. Derek grinned. Some parts of being the Alpha sucked, like having to run a pack and deal with these kids, but other parts were totally worth the hardship.

"Now, let's resume training."


"I'm telling you, there's something off about Derek's little pack of misfits." Allison propped herself up on her elbow and frowned at Scott.

"I don't know if you remember this or not, but technically I'm apart of that little pack of misfits now." Scott pointed out, but he was smiling.

Allison shoved him. "I didn't mean you, obviously." She told him, her lips tilted upwards. "And Boyd's okay, I guess."

Scott raised his eyebrows. "Are you forgetting that time he rammed into me like a bulldozer in the middle of the lacrosse field?"

"Oh yeah…" Allison's eyes went out of focus for a second. "But putting that aside, he doesn't give off an… I don't know, evil vibe like Isaac and Erica."

"You think they're evil." Scott deadpanned.

Allison's expression turned wary. She picked at a lose string on her comforter. "I don't know." She admitted. "They just don't feel right."

"Will it make you feel better if I promise to keep an eye on them?" Scott asked, his brown eyes softening.

"You'd do that?"

Scott leaned forwards and pressed his lips again Allison's. "I'd do anything for you."

Scott could feel Allison's smile rather then see it. He brushed the hair off her face and slid his hand around to the back of her neck, holding her against him.

"I love you." He muttered against her lips.

"I know." Allison said, laughter in her voice.

"That's it?" Scott pulled back. "I know?"

Allison's grin turned mischievous. "Mhmm."

Scott grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him. He pushed the hair off her neck and pressed his lips against it before widening his mouth, just a bit.

"You sure you don't want to change that answer?"

"I'm sure." Allison said, but her voice wavered.

Scott bit down on the pale, soft skin of Allison's neck. Just a tiny little love bite. She moaned in response, the way she always did.

"Okay, I love you too." She whispered, tangling a hand in his hair to keep him from moving his lips from her neck.