It had been little over a month since Derek became the new Alpha of the Hale family.. or Hale pack, though it didn't consist of any other Hale than himself. His pack was made up of misfits, turned by himself. Isaac was his first. A weak and pathetic human really, but something about that puppy dog look in his eyes got to Derek.

Erica was his next. A lethal weapon against any male, well, that was now but before he had turned her she was the quiet girl with health problems. She was a loner, like Boyd, and kept her distance from people. She still tended to distance herself from people, but keeps her pack close.. or as close as she can handle. Unless, of course, you're name is Stiles Stilinksi; her crush. Derek still finds that amusing.

And finally, Boyd. He was the bigger of the three of them and not bad looking at all. He was big, muscle and height wise, and was a loner like the other two. Derek could understand why since the male was a bit intimadating to others that were smaller than him. But despite his size, he was a big teddy bear. He was calm, collected and was good at listening unlike the other two. They were wild and still high from the transformation... something he hoped would end soon. Dealing with teenagers was bad enough, but teenage wolves.. even worse.

And just as Derek was getting use to his new pack and their habits he was thrown more; Scott's pack. Though it was only suppose to be a temporary thing to defeat the Kanima. Yeah, temporary.. not. Scott, Allison, Lydia and Stiles joined his pack -Jackson deciding to follow after the incident with the Kanima was over and done with. He couldn't very well become an Omega... Derek wouldn't allow that nor would Scott or Stiles despite their hatred for the other male. Being an Omega was practically marking yourself as a target for the hunters to take.

They each had their own jobs in the pack; Stiles and Lydia did the research that was requested, Allison and Derek trained the wolves with Stiles' occasional help, and Boyd, Isaac, Erica, Jackson and Scott learned to get along and work as a pack should. It was all slowly coming together. Bonds were being made and strengthed. Innocent people were being saved and protected from any mythical being that came their way and Derek finally had a family, or what he'd like to think as one.

And yes, there were Pack meetings. It was a must. They took place atleast twice a week and mainly consisted of eating, watching movies, cuddling and sleeping unless there was an actual topic to discuss, then that came first. But otherwise they'd just spend time with one another either in silence or chatting.

It was a beautiful Monday morning, well, not entirely beautiful cause of school, but nice enough to appease Stiles for the moment. He got out of bed, yawning into his hand before shoving off his blankets and shuffling his way to his bathroom. He looked into the mirror tiredly, yawning again, before side stepping to the toilet and relieving himself.

He wasn't exactly looking forward to going to school, but then who was? Scott certainly wasn't. Actually that wasn't entirely true. He was probably there right now. With Allison. Making out in a empty class room cause her father forbid them dating. Like that'd stop them Daddy Argent. If anything, it made them more determined and by golly did that wear thin for Stiles -He was appointed their messanger, relaying sappy love messages back and forth between them.- Ugh.

Scott was lucky to have Stiles as a friend even if the male did tend to forget he was alive from time to time; Allison being more important and all. Stiles got that, but still a little attention would be nice. They were best friends afterall.

Hopping into the shower, Stiles washed himself and his short hair, quickly rinsing himself off before stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He left his bathroom, tracking wet footsteps into his room.

He was soon grabbing clothes from his dresser, pulling out the nessicary items needed to last the day; Boxers, socks, pants and a shirt. His typical outfit, really. He stepped into his boxers, pulling them up and remvoing the towel from around his waist and tossing it onto the floor before pulling on the rest of his clothes.

He arrives to school in, what else, his baby blue piece of crap Jeep. And is inside, making his way down the hallway in a matter of minutes, looking for, who else, Scott. Of course he was no where to be found. He was probably with Allison again. Big surprise.. not. Scott had been spending all hours of the day -and night- with her. And then there was Stiles, ready for some kind of action besides from running from werewolves and whatever the hell else exsisted out there. That was getting old too; Mythical beings showing up and spreading havoc and, of course, coming after the weakest links, which, unfortunately was thought to be Stiles. Apparently they hadn't read up on the pack at all. Yes, Stiles was a human, but he wasn't weak. Okay, maybe he was a little, but not weak enough to not put up a fight.

Stiles soon finds himself at his locker, pulling out his history books and shoving them into his backpack before shutting his locker only to be invaded by two familiar faces; Isaac and Boyd. "You scared the bejesus out of me!" He gapes, his gaze shifting between the two who are just standing smirking. Damn werewolves.. they'd be the death of him. He swears.

"We still hanging out tonight?"

"Hell yeah we are. I wouldn't miss a game night even if it were the end of the world." He reassures them, forcing himself between the two werewolves and placing his arms on their shoulders before leading them off to class. He was kind of glad he was able to make friends out of them since he was kind of lacking in that department cause of Scott's hormones.

When school fially comes to a close, Stiles heads for his Jeep in hopes to get home and do some homework. Good joke. Like he'd be able to focus long enough to sit through, atleast, three hours of history homework.

He let out a sigh, the key in his hand now in the car's lock. And with a turn of his wrist, the lock clicked and the door was open. "Got it in one shot!" He said, fisting pumping slightly to himself before glancing around to see if anyone saw. Nope. He then opened the door and tossed his bag into the passenger seat, figuring Scott would be hanging with Allison after school. Cause sex is far more important than spending time with your best friend. Okay, maybe not.. but Stiles wouldn't know of the pleasure Scott was oh-so addicted to since he'd forever be a virgin.

His key was removed from the lock and then plugged into the ignition. He pushed the key in a bit before turning his wrist again, the engine starting up momentarily before cutting out. "No.. nonononono!" He said, continuing with his motion of push and turn. Nothing. He let out a frustrated groan before grabbing his bag, yanking the keys from the ignition, getting out of his Jeep, locking the door and swinging his bag over his shoulder. "Piece of shit.." he mumbled, continuing to mumble complaints as he began to walk out o the school's parking lot.

Guess he's walking home.

He was about half way home when rain started to fall, slowly soaking his clothes. Great. Just perfect. "Things couldn't get any worse." Stiles said, just waiting for life to come and smack him across the face. Fortunatly, life decided to play nice this time and just continued to poor, soaking the boy to the bone. Hell, even his boxers were soaked.. everything was. It was uncomfortable.

The walk took about an hour and a half.. mainly cause Stiles had been fucking around and kicking a rock all the home. Cause.. why not? If you're going to walk home alone you might aswell have a rock friend to keep you company.

A sad good-bye to Rocky later, Stiles walks up his driveway and continuesto the door, pausing as he looks over the door. Something seemed off. Oh well. He shrugged off the feeling, pushing open the door and walking into his house. It was quiet, like always, but somehow more unnerving than usual.

He dropped his bag onto the ground by the door, kicked off his shoes and made his way to the fridge, opening the door and quickly grabbing the milk.

Taking a swig of it, swallowing, he glanced around then put the lid back on the jug, wiped away his milk mustache then wet upstairs quickly. He didn't like this feeling he had at all. Maybe he could get Isaac to pop over early.. or Boyd. He honestly didn't care. He just wanted someone to distract him from this disturbingly off feeling he was having.

Stiles was now in his room, shutting the door behind him before back away a bit with a, what he thought, was a reassuring grin; thinking the door would save him from anything. He was wrong. The door flew off it's hinges not long after Stiles had closed it. -He was just glad he had moved away from the door at the moment-

The door crashed loudly onto the floor, drawing Stiles attention towards it. "The fu-" He stopped, his gaze shifting to the door way. "Oh god..." He added as he began to back away slowly, hands held out infront of him. "..I didn't do anything, I swear." He started, the bulky figure stalking closer and closer until the human was pinned against the wall. He probably reeked of fear right now. So much fear even humans could smell it. Hell, he could smell it.

"Damn right you didn't." The male spoke, feirce, angry eyes on Stiles face, studying him. "Which is why I came for a visit.." The other male, placed a hand on Stiles' cheek, carrassing it lightly before forcing Stiles to look at him. "Where is it Stiles?"

Stiles opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find the words he was looking for, but nothing came out. Nothing.

"I'll only ask one more time.."

"I-i can't.. I dont know!" He spat out, his chin still locked between the bulky male's fore finger and thumb.

The man tilted his head to the side slightly, allowing a 'tsk' noise escape him. He was disappointed, that must was obvious, but not as obvious as how pissed he was. "You have till tomarrow morning, Stiles.. Otherwise Im going to have to keep up my end of the deal." The male bared his fangs which, of course, sent Stiles into panic mode.

"O-okay! I-i'll get it.. just.. take a chill pill!" He said, already regretting it. If there was one person he didn't want to mess with it was this guy. How he had met this one in particular, well, he could thank Derek for that one.

Stiles' jaw was released and the figure infront of him gone. How? Stiles didn't give a shit. Just so long as he was gone. He let out a stiffled breath, sliding down his wall until he finally collapsed in on himself. What the hell had he gotten himself into?