Here it is, everyone! The moment you've all been waiting for- Derek's story, No One Else! I really hope you guys enjoy this first chapter!

You would think that as a newly promoted alpha, you would have this sudden burst of energy and would want to do nothing but just around town- or the woods in Beacon Hills in this matter- and revel in the fascination that is your power. It would be as if you were on top of the world and nothing could possibly bring you down.

Unfortunately, for Derek Hale, this was not the case.

In fact, all the brooding man wanted to was just find a nice and comfortable place to sleep. Hell, it just needed to be tolerable enough for him to shut his eyes and rest, even if it is was only for a little bit. Over the past few days, he had been running through the woods nonstop in hopes of finding the white wolf. He had found absolutely nothing- no paw prints, tufts of white fur, or even hints of her vanilla scent. Anything that could have been possible clues to where she could be was wiped out. It was like this thing did not want to be found by anyone! And it was annoying the shit out of Derek.

The man eventually decided that he wasn't going to get anything done by running around like a headless chicken so he decided to put his little hunt for the wolf on hold for now. It was time to put his focus on something that he should have started doing the moment he became the alpha, which is to form his own pack. While Derek did give Jackson the bite (he had it up to here with the asshole's constant begging), he knew that he never accept the boy to be part of his pack. He was just so rude and arrogant- why the hell would anyone want to work with him? However, at this point, Derek may need all the help he could get.

Of course, Derek knew that forming a pack would be no picnic, but searching around Beacon Hills for potential betas was draining the life out of him. In all honesty, he wasn't even sure what type of person to look for. All Derek was sure about was that he was absolutely not going to turn people against their will, unlike how his now deceased uncle Peter did. He had to make sure that whoever he picked was willing to accept the bite and the new dangerous life it would bring them. If only he could just find the people who were both brave and stupid enough to actually do it…

Derek rubbed his heavy green eyes, trying his best to stay awake. It was about two in the morning and he had been searching all damn day for someone who could probably make a pretty good beta in his pack. So far, he had no luck. Damn Scott for being so stubborn and refusing to be a part of Derek's pack! Or at least form some sort of alliance with him! So what if he slit Peter's throat and possibly ruined his only chance of having a normal life again? Without Derek, Scott would not be able to last by himself for much longer. Whether Scott wanted to admit it or not, they needed each other to survive.

After endless hours of scouting for potential betas, Derek parked his black Camaro in front of the large burnt house he and his late family shared with their friends was located deep in the woods. Letting out a heavy sigh, he stepped out of the car. Ever since he returned to Beacon Hills when he figured out that his older sister Laura was missing, Derek had hated coming back here. Stepping into the black charred skeleton of what used to be called his home always triggered the memories that haunted this place. Of course, not all of his memories were so bad. Derek remembered playing hide-and-seek with his cousins, camping out in the backyard with his parents and sisters, and splashing in the pond with her- his best friend and the one he let get escape from his life.

That one tragedy of his ex-girlfriend Kate setting the house on fire and causing everyone in there to perish completely overshadowed those memories. The man had grown cold over the past six years, but not completely heartless. In fact, every time Derek stepped foot inside this house, his heart ached for the things he used to have growing up. And knowing the fact that there was absolutely nothing he could do to bring them back killed him.

He walked up to the front porch and took a good look at the outside of the house. He ran his hand over the blackened wooden railing. This house was nowhere near stable enough to continue to live in it. It might have been fine with Derek in the beginning when it was just him, but it seemed to be that he was not going to be leaving Beacon Hills any time soon. Another thing to add on to his mental to-do list was to find a new home and fast, especially if he's going to be training a pack. He needed the extra space.

After a while of staring at the house and reminiscing, Derek sighed and ran his hands through his short black hair, tousling it up a bit. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and turned to walk towards his car. Just as he put his hand on the door handle, a creaking noise was heard from the inside of the house. It immediately gained Derek's attention and made him look back. With furrowed eyebrows, he slowly headed back to the house. He walked up the porch steps and opened the door, which creaked very loudly.

When he entered the house, there was nothing in sight except the crisp interior of the house. But still, there was something off about the atmosphere. Derek's werewolf senses kicked in as he listened carefully for a bit. The only thing he could hear was the wind blowing from outside. Maybe Derek was being too paranoid. Everything that has happened over the past couple of months has been putting him on edge. Boy, he really needed to get some sleep then! He was about to leave the house and brush off the noise until he heard another creak. This time, Derek decided to sniff around to see if he would have better luck with that.

And he did. The scents of earth, fur, and especially vanilla suffocated Derek's nose, triggering his wolf even more and making it come to life. His green eyes shifted into the new red color that came with the alpha status. Oh, he knew exactly who was in his house. Derek could pinpoint that scent from miles away. But why was it trespassing his property?

"I know you're in here!" Derek called out to the intruder as he made his way up the stairs, "This is private property! So you better get the hell outta here right now or else we're gonna have a major problem!"

No response, just silence. It just took one more creak from a bedroom for Derek to release his claws.

"Show yourself!" his voice bellowed, showing his impatience.

He listened closely to detect where the intruder was located. All of a sudden, there was a huge thump, as if something had fallen. Derek knew that the sound came from his old bedroom. With all his might, the man kicked the door down, which cracked into pieces due to his strength and the face that it was already damaged from the fire. Nothing seemed to out of the ordinary, just an empty box that used to be on top of the dresser and was now on the floor. But then, Derek's red eyes fell onto the creature in the center of the room… the thing that has been stuck on his mind for days.

The white wolf had stilled her movements and was now staring Derek in the eyes. Through the broken window, the moon highlighted her silky white fur, making the creature look radiant and stand out in the dark room. Her tragic blue eyes only added to her beauty rather than it being taken away. In between her teeth were one of Derek's black V-necks and grey gym shorts.

When the wolf first saw Derek standing in the doorway, she looked like a child who was caught stealing from a cook jar. But like she did the other night when he yelled at Scott in the basement, she started to growl at him. Derek fought back the urge to laugh. The wolf was invading his home and stealing his belongings, and she was growling like he was the threat? If anyone in this room was the threat, it was definitely her. Even though she did help Derek escape from when Kate chained him up and was there to protect him along with the teenagers from Peter, how could Derek be so sure that he could trust her? She could very well be tricking him into thinking she was good and may want to kill him along with anyone else in Beacon Hills. Derek was not going to be taking any chances with the white wolf.

"I knew that we would meet again sooner or later," he snarled, "Drop the clothes and leave or else I would have no choice but to kill you." The wolf just growled louder at the alpha, angering him even more. "Fine. I guess we'll just have to do this the hard way then."

He raised his claws and charged at the animal, but it had leapt over his head and ran out of the room. Derek immediately started to chase the white wolf down the stairs, out of the house, and into the woods. They were just clothes, so why did Derek feel the need to hunt her down? Well for one, the werewolf did not tolerate anyone or anything stealing his belongings, big or small. Also, he was really curious to know who underneath the white fur and fangs had the nerve to rob him and why the hell they seemed so familiar to him.

Derek felt as if he had been running for hours. He skidded to a halt when he finally came to the fact that he had not seen the white wolf for a while. All he knew was that he was somewhere in the middle of the woods, surrounded by hundreds of trees, leaves, and dirt. His red eyes scanned the area around him, only seeing the nature and hearing the wind rustle the leaves.

"Where the fuck did she go?" Derek growled out as he clenched his fists. His claws dug into his palms, causing them to bleed.

WHOOSH!

A figure clad in black and grey sped past him. If it wasn't for that damned vanilla scent the person hadn't given him a whiff of, Derek would not have bothered to go after them. Not wasting any more time, he continued this game of cat and mouse.

After a while, Derek had caught up to them and pounced on their back, causing them both to fall and crash onto the dirt covered ground. He landed on top of them and on their back. He raised his arm up and went to swipe at their neck but the other werewolf caught the alpha's arm just in time. After elbowing Derek in the face, the wolf rolled them over so now they were on top. They pinned Derek's arms down above his head and growled just a few inches away from his face. Derek took a good look at the werewolf and confirmed the fact that it was indeed a woman, just like Scott's annoying redheaded friend Natalie had told him. Even though she was still in half of her werewolf form, Derek could tell that she was about the same age as him, maybe a year or so younger. Effortlessly, he bucked his hips up to knock her off his torso and she fell on her rear. Derek was able to then stand up and watched as the woman did the same. They circled each other for a bit like vultures did with their prey before running towards each other.

Just like she did back at the house, the woman jumped over Derek's head, throwing the alpha off guard. As soon as both her feet landed on the ground, she kicked his back and sent him crashing into a tree. It only took a few seconds to get back up before coming face-to-face with his opponent. She swung her fist at his jaw but he caught it right before it could make any sort of contact. His hand gripped onto her fist tightly, causing a few bones to break and her to cry out in pain. Derek twisted her arm behind her back and roughly slammed her body against the tree. He pressed his forearm against the back of her neck and snarled in her ear as she tried to fight him off. Thinking fast, she brought her foot up and kicked his leg.

As he growled and clutched onto his knee, she spun around. This was the woman's perfect opportunity to escape, but Derek was able to gain his composure quicker than she could blink. He circled his large hand around her neck and pinned her against the tree. Then he raised her body off the ground so they were at eye level. She scratched at his face and made him bleed, which angered Derek even more and he tightened his grip on her. He roared in her face and the poor werewolf whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. She could hardly breathe and Derek couldn't help but feel slightly bad for hurting her like this. That feeling was instantly rid of when he remembered why he was even fighting her in the first place.

Derek used this time to scan down this wolf's figure. His black shirt and grey shorts were too big on her curvy yet toned frame but looked comfortable either way. She had no shoes on so her feet were exposed to the earth. They were very dirty and even had a few scrapes on them. Derek noticed a treble clef tattoo on her foot surrounded by a smaller music note and two stars- he immediately wondered what other ink this girl was sporting. The alpha shook the thought out of his head and his red eyes traveled back up to her face to see that she had fully shifted back to her human form. Her eyes were still closed, but Derek still made note of her tan and flawless complexion, perfectly shaped nose and eyebrows, plush pink lips, and waist-length, curly, dark caramel brown hair that looked soft to the touch. Derek knew for sure that this was not the first encounter he's had with this she-wolf. It was on the tip of his tongue but he still couldn't point out who the girl was to him.

Then she opened her eyes.

The wolf's normal and big light brown eyes with specks of green were a dead giveaway to Derek. Just one look at her orbs was all it took for his world to stop spinning. He was now back to his human form and his now green eyes were wide in shock and disbelief. It was like all of the air in his body was knocked out of him and he felt like he couldn't breathe, think, or even function properly. How could Derek not have noticed this sooner? Especially when her scent was the only one he faintly remembered growing up around the most. There was no way that it was her. It just couldn't be. But there was no mistaking those beautiful brown eyes.

"Anabelle?"

The seven year old boy couldn't contain his laughter as he chased around the same frog for five minutes by the pond. He would come so close to catching the amphibian only for it to hop out of his reach.

"Come back here!" Derek called out to the frog, still laughing uncontrollably.

"You do know that you're not gonna be able to catch it, right?"

Derek turned around to the six year old girl that was sitting against a nearby tree with her stuffed wolf named Boo Boo in her small arms. The corner of her lips twitched up into a little smirk, displaying one of her adorable dimples. Anabelle knew that her best friend's chase for the frog was a bit ridiculous, but she found the whole thing to be amusing anyway. Both dimples appeared on her chubby cheeks as she giggled when Derek rolled his green eyes.

"Oh yeah?" he grinned cockily, "Just watch me. Once I catch it, you'll be referring to me as Derek Hale, king of the frogs!"

Anabelle scoffed. "Yeah, good luck with that, Der-Bear."

Once again, Derek rolled his eyes and then shifted his focus back to the frog, which was standing still and staring off in a different direction. The boy cracked his knuckles like a boxer as Anabelle watched and waited to see what he was going to do next. Both of the children were still waiting in anticipation and it was getting on Anabelle's nerves.

"Why are you still standing there?" the little girl exclaimed, "Do something already!"

"Shh!" Derek spun around and placed a finger on his lips. He turned back to his prey and waited a few more seconds before the frog hopped off again. Just as Derek was about to run after it, his shoe got caught on a rock, causing him to stumble into the pond. "Ahh!"

His best friend couldn't help but laugh loudly as she witnessed him fall into the water. But being the good girl her parents raised her to be, she rested Boo Boo by the tree and went to see if Derek was okay. His head finally popped out of the water after a couple of moments. He then looked up to see Anabelle standing above him with her arms crossed.

"So much for being king of the frogs, huh?" the brown eyed girl giggled.

Derek spit out some water. "Ha ha, very funny," he replied sarcastically.

Anabelle held her hand out to him so she could pull him out of the water. She didn't notice the mischievous gleam in his green eyes and when he placed his small hand in her, he pulled her into the pond, making her squeal. It was now the boy's turn to laugh when Anabelle finally appeared. The look on her face was not a happy one.

"You big meanie!" she pouted. She splashed Derek before getting out of the pond. After grabbing Boo Boo, Anabelle started to walk back home, leaving a frowning Derek behind.

He honestly didn't mean to make his best friend upset. All he wanted to do was play around with her. It made him sad to think that he was the reason she was unhappy. Wanting to cheer Anabelle up, Derek scrambled out of the pond, picked out a daisy from the ground, and ran after the little girl.

"Anabelle!"

Said girl turned around with the same pout on her face and crossed her arms in front of her chest. When Derek finally caught up to her, he held the small daisy out to her. Anabelle eyed the flower for a bit and then looked up at her best friend with a suspicious expression on her face.

"I'm sorry," Derek apologized with a sad look, "I just wanted you to have fun with me. I don't want you to be sad anymore. And I don't want you to hate me. Forgive me? Please?"

Anabelle continued to stare at the daisy before a small smile graced her face. Gently, she took the daisy from Derek's hand. She brought the flower to her nose and sniffed it. Her eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled the floral fragrance. Her gaze trailed back up from the flower to Derek's hopeful eyes.

"I could never hate you, Der-Bear," Anabelle promised him, "You're my best friend, and you'll always be my best friend, no matter what decisions we both make."

Derek held up his pinky finger to the little girl. "Promise?"

Giving her best friend the biggest smile she could give, Anabelle hooked her pinky with his. "I promise."

"Derek? Anabelle?"

Both children's eyes grew wide in fear as they heard their mothers calling out their names. Uh oh. They were in big trouble now. They weren't supposed to be out in the woods by themselves with an adult to supervise. Derek held onto Anabelle's hand so he could lead her to a place to hide, but it was too late- the kids were caught red-handed. Looking down at the ground, they saw two larger shadows standing side by side. Slowly, the children looked up to see their mothers Talia Hale and Claire Fierro with their arms crossed and scowls on their faces.

"We have been looking for you two everywhere!" Claire scolded at them, "You had us worried sick! You shave told us where you were so one of us could've gone with you to make sure you wouldn't do something dangerous!"

"What were you thinking?" Talia added on, "What if something was out here that could've attacked you? You could've gotten hurt! Or worse- you could've been killed! And do either one of you want to explain why you are both soaking wet?"

Derek and Anabelle looked at each other and debated with their looks which one of them going to be the one to tell their mothers what happened. A few seconds passed before they turned back to the adults in sync and smiled up at them nervously.

"Well…"

As soon as Derek said her name, Anabelle's brown eyes widened. Just by the look on her face, Derek assumed that she did not expect him to know who she was right away, or even at all. They were staring into each other's eyes, not really sure how to cope with this event. Neither of them could neither move nor speak- Derek because he was too baffled to see her and Anabelle because he was still choking her.

It had been six years. Six long and devastating years of not having any sort of contact with each other and not knowing whether they were dead or alive. Derek honestly thought that he would never see his best friend again. Yet little did he know that she had been right under his nose the whole time he had been back in Beacon Hills. How long had Anabelle been living here? When did she come back? And Derek didn't know whether he should be ecstatic that she was still alive or terrified that after all of these years, she probably still wanted to rip his throat out. Right now, he was feeling a little bit of both.

Honestly, Derek didn't blame her for hating him. Hell, he still hasn't forgiven himself after everything that had happened with the fire. It was his entire fault, he knew it was. Unfortunately, Anabelle thought so, too.

Finally, Derek loosened his tight grip around Anabelle's neck, causing her to fall onto the ground in front of him. Coughing her lungs out and trying to control her breathing pattern, she placed her hand on her chest as if it would stop her heart from beating so frantically. With a scared expression on her face, Anabelle looked up at the man who was once her best friend.

A whole wave of emotions washed over Anabelle, mostly anger. The memories of Derek pushing her down the stairs and her house blowing up into flames was still branded in her brain like all of it happened yesterday. Because of him, she never allowed herself to trust anyone else in fear that they would betray her. She even had a hard time being around her own brothers without feeling heartbreak all over again. That's why she ran out of the country as soon as she graduated high school.

Anabelle's light brown eyes turned cold the longer they rested on Derek. This man standing above her was not her best friend. He hadn't been ever since that mirror shattered and made her bleed. He had become a stranger in her eyes. She had no idea who he was anymore.

She thought she could work alongside him and help those teenagers fight off whatever danger lurked in this town. But now that Derek knew who she really was, she couldn't. It was even too much for her when she had been disguised in her wolf form. How much did Anabelle think she could kid herself for? Just when she thought she was finally accepting her loved ones' deaths, one look at him reminded herself that she wasn't even remotely close to getting over it.

Feeling overwhelmed by this encounter, Anabelle got back up from the ground and ran off into the mist of the woods, going off to only God knows where. Derek's wolf whined for her as he watched her leave, but he still couldn't move. As much as he wanted to run after his former best friend and wrap his arms around her, he didn't. He couldn't. The last thing Derek deserved was her forgiveness. He had hurt her in every possible way when they were teenagers. Why the hell would she forgive him? Although he'd be damned to at least try to get her back in his life. This was not going to be the last time they meet again. Even if it took him several days, weeks, or maybe even months, he was going to find her again in Beacon Hills.

In that moment, Derek Hale vowed to win Anabelle Fierro's trust back no matter whatever it takes, even if it meant that he would die trying.

So Derek and Anabelle are finally reunited! It's about damn time, too! I know it doesn't seem like much now, but I promise you that it's gonna be AMAZING as the story goes on. Just stick with me! I already have so many things planned out for this story and I can't wait to show it all to you! Anyway, PLEASE review and let me know what you think! The second chapter's almost done so if I get at least ten reviews, it'll be up before you know it. Also, I just updated Awake and Alive a few hours ago so be sure to check that out!

I'll be sure to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)