I orgianally was working on a fic for Teen Wolf but I lost the insperation for it. But a new bunny has come! Derek's a little OCC in this chapter but still hope you enjoy.

Derek growled, facing off against the alpha male of the rouge group. His opponent was not as large or intimidating as the alpha back in Becon Hills but it had speed and agility on it's side. The black wolf, yes wolf, lunged at Derek first, but was caught by Derek's claws, and thrown across the room through a wall. It lay in the next room, dazed, before shaking its small head and jumping back up to face Derek. Its lips were pulled back in a snarl before making the fatel mistake of lunging at Derek's throat again. He wrapped a hand around the other wolf's neck, ripping his claws into the jugulars. Blood started to stain his hand as he let the last wolf fall to the floor and start to die.
Another menace taken care of.
He was about to exit the house, but there was a near silent whimper that made him stop. The nosie was too silent and high pitched to be from one of the wolves drowning in their own blood in the next room. Derek followed the noise to the basement. It was empty except for the loud whimpers emurging from one of the corners. He stepped forward and discovered the sorce of the whimpers.
It was a sad sight, really. Poor girl, black haired tangled with blood, and her body exposed to the cold hard concrete floor and walls, whimpering in fear and pain. She looked up to where Derek was standing and her eyes flashed red, showing him she was a werewolf. "Hey, are you ok?" Derek asked lightly as he slowly crept forward, taking his leather jacket off for her to put on. She just whimpered louder, pressing her back against the wall. "It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you." Her red eyes slowly shifted to a dark blue, nearly black, color and she slid forward, sensing that he was being honest. She slid her arms into his jacket, fumbling as she zipped it up. Derek picked the girl, who was rather tall but so scrawny you could see her ribs, up in his arms and walked outta the abandoned house, setting her down in the passanger's seat of his car. She slowly got use to the seat as he climbed in the driver's seat and turned on the car. "What's your name?" The girl stared ahead as they sped away. "What pack are you from?" Nothing. "You a mute?" She shook her head. Well it was at least something. They sat in slience before Derek turned on the radio, Evanescence's 'Bring Me To Life' filled to car. The nameless girl's head fell back against the seat and she slowly fell asleep.
Derek looked at her again. She had to be around's Scott's age, maybe older. She was covered in scars, one above her eye looked exceptionally painful, as if she at one point had a pericing and it had been ripped out. She also had a few tattoos, most too damaged to identify what they orginally were suppose to be. Her skin was dark compaired to his, she was either hispanic of some type or Native American. What bothered him the most was how much she looked like Scott. The same crooked jaw, which was the only part of her face that was alined with her neck, and the fact one eye was a little bit bigger than the other. He bet if she cut her hair like Scott's and wore really baggy clothes, Stiles wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He'd have to remember to ask Scott if he had a sister. In the morning though, since Scott was probably still passed out.
Derek was still faced with a few problems. 1) How in the hell was he gonna get clothes for her, 2) he still doesn't know her name, 3) she could have a pack (possibly a powerful one) out looking for her, and 4) how, if she lived with him and Scott in the pack house, was he going to explain who she was? He decided to work those out later as he turned off his car and then picked her sleeping form up, taking her into the house. He put her down on his bed and covered her with a blanket, leaving his jacket on her before shutting the door.