A young wolf once asked, "Are we part wolves because we howl at the moon, or do we howl at the moon because we are part wolf?"

Pointless, really. Unless you are familiar with the town of Beacon Hills. See, there's a mysterious wall that nobody can figure out, it separates Beacon Hills from the wild forest that is visible from above the wall. Residents don't go near the wall. It is protected by an elderly gentleman by the name of Deaton. Who, at this moment, is arguing with a young Jacob. Deaton glared at the young man, "I am the guardian of this portal to a strange world, and you, Mr. Jacob, are asking me to let you through?"

Jacob smiled at Deaton. "Yes, sir. Look, let's be honest. It's a wood. Do you see anything that could imply anyone lives there, sir?"

"Hundred of years, this wall has been here. Hundreds of years it has been under guard. I will not let you through, sir. Now, get lost before I have you brought before the Beacon council."

Jacob sighed. "Alright, that sounds rather final."

He turned around, and started to walk away. Deaton smiled at him, "Alright, young Jacob. Go home and rest." They parted and slowly drifted. Jacob watched and smiled. When Deaton was a good distance away, Jacob turned and ran through the hole. Deaton kept yelling, "Jacob Stop!"

Jacob ran through the woods and soon came upon a village. He walked through the village until he came upon a stall. He saw a beautiful woman, in a flowing green dress. Soon, his sight was blocked by an ugly woman with warts on her face and wearing drab brown rags. She looked at him, "I don't deal with time wasters! Talia, Watch the stall while I go to the Wolf Inn for a pint!"

Talia got up, and rolling her eyes at the woman, came up to the stall. The two stared at each other, and had a conversation in quiet tones. Soon, The girl had given him a single white flower, she called it snowdrop. All she asked for in exchange was a kiss, and he gave her one, which turned into a long kiss. After they stopped, She held out her hand, "come with me."

HE smiled and followed her, but noticed a rope tied around her ankle. He looked at her in confusion. She smiled, "I am a wolf princess, tricked into being a witch's slave. Can you liberate me?"

HE pulled out a knife and cut the cord, to his amazement the cord repaired itself. The princess sighed. "I will be freed once that witch is dead, woe is me."

Jacob looked at her, "What would you have, princess if you can't be free?"

Talia's eyes widened at him, "Come, Jacob."

The two went into the witch's trailer which started rocking.

The wall had successfully done its job of hiding the kingdom of Hale from the people of Beacon Hills. The young man returned that night to Beacon Hills, in hopes that his adventures would soon be forgotten. But it wasn't to be. Nine months after his adventures, Deaton appeared at his door with an unexpected surprise. Deaton looked at Jacob. "This was left at the wall for you. Says his name is Derek."

Jacob stared down at the tiny baby. He looked at Deaton and nodded. Jacob took the baby and closed the door. Deaton smiled at the door, "Good luck, Jacob."

Raising Derek was easy for Jacob. He enjoyed time with his son and all the things they did together.