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Getting off the coach I stretched out my tired muscles and surveyed my surroundings. It was nice to finally be back in Beacon Hills after all these years. Picking up my bags I headed for the nearest taxi, I couldn't wait to get back home to see the look on my little brothers face.

Pulling up to the house I thanked the driver and hurriedly got out of the taxi. I gave him a twenty and turned towards the house, before I could reach the door I heard a voice from behind me.

"Excuse me Miss ain't you forgetting these?"

I turned to see that in my hastiness I had totally forgotten to take my bags with me, my cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Oh I'm so sorry! I would lose my head if it wasn't screwed on."

Quickly walking back I dragged my bags out from the boot, waving and sweetly smiling at the taxi driver I turned back to the house and walked up the porch to the door.

My stomach twisted with the imaginary butterflies that were kicking up a storm, I remembered that mom always had a spare key hidden. I looked under the plant pot next to the door I smiled to myself and uttered under my breath.

"Bingo"

I walked into the house to see all was quiet; screwing up my face in confusion I looked at my watch. I slapped my forehead in realisation that it was only 12:35 pm, mom would still be at work and Scott would probably be at school.

I dragged my bags upstairs and stopped just outside my door that stood across the way from Scott's room. I couldn't wait to crawl into my bed and cocoon myself in the smells of Honey blossom and vanilla. Grinning at the wonderful thought I pushed the door open to find that it was no longer my sanctuary, it had been turned into an office I stared in utter disbelief.

"Where the hell is all my stuff?"

I couldn't keep the high squeak out of my voice, as I couldn't wrap my head around the fact the now turned office was lacking in anything that belonged to me. Confused and angry I dumped my stuff in the middle of room and stomped down the stairs and headed for the garage.

My sole purpose at this point was to track down mom or Scott to find out why my personal sanctuary had been violated and destroyed. Walking into the garage my eyes immediate rested in a largely covered object, grinning with satisfaction I pulled off the large tarp cover to reveal the love of my live.

There she stood a beautifully restored black 1974 Honda CB 650, my smile grew as I walked over to her and ran my fingers over the leather seat and smooth body work. The very touch brought back wonderful memories of when I would spend my summer days taking her apart and restoring her from the engine up.

Dad would come home from work and would find me still in garage tinkering. He would put his bag and coat down at his feet and lean on the garage wall and wait for me to realise he was standing there. Sometimes it could take up to five whole minutes; finally I would look up from the bike and see him smiling down at me. We would always have the same conversation.

"How is she coming along?"

Looking up to him I would give him the biggest smile and stroke the bike while I replied.

"Oh you know a working progress, she'll get there and when she does she will be the best looking bike in all of Beacon Hills."

He would smile at me pick up his coat and bag and head toward the house while replying;

"I bet she will be, but now it's time to call it a day and come and wash up before dinner, you know you mom will have a fit if you come to the table covered in oil and grease."

"Ah five more minutes dad, pleeeaase."

He would chuckle to himself and nod before walking into the house, that was the same summer we found out that he was going to leave mom Scott and myself for a young blond gymnast who was going to have his baby.

The betrayal and hurt still tasted sour in my mouth and felt like a lead weight crushing my chest. Shaking my head to clear the unwanted memories I pulled on my biker boots and slid into my leather jacket, it still fitted like a glove. I rolled the bike into the drive, getting on to her I pulled my helmet over my head and kick started my baby.

She roared into life, a sly smile escaped my lips as she powerfully purred between my legs. The back wheel skidded on the drive before I shot off on to the road towards Beacon Hills High School.

I walked the halls of the high school with so many memories flooding back to me as I passed classrooms I had once attend as a teenager. Even now that seemed like another life time belonging to a different person.

Passing Mr Harris's Chemistry room I spotted the one person who definitely knew where my wayward brother would be. Stiles looked thoroughly bored and I didn't blame him, Adrian's lessons where always my least favourite.

Taking my phone out of my pocket I typed out a text and sent it hoping he still had the same phone number. I didn't have to wait long to find out as his back pocket buzzed, Stiles literally jumped out of his seat and landed on the floor.

Everyone looked towards his direction and laughed, Mr Harris turned around from the black board with a knowing frown. Seeing Stiles on the floor he rolled he eyes and spoke sarcastically.

"Why I am not surprised that you Mr Stilinski are the cause of the disruption yet again."

Stiles's face reddened with embarrassment, he scrambled up off from the floor and sat back down without a word. I saw that he slyly took his phone out of his pocket once Harris turned back to the board and continue to drone on about the special components to Magnesium Sulphate.

He looked down at the phone and read the text; he looked up towards my direction. Confusion filled his eyes for a spilt second but was quickly replaced with recognition, his face light up with excitement he beamed at me.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself I had forgotten how hyper Stiles could be; I pointed to my phone and mouthed "text" he nodded with understanding.

Looking at my phone once more I texted;

"Where is Scott? I thought you guys had chem together."

"We do… He's kind of bunking class today"

"What! O.o why?"

"Crap can't talk Harris is looking this way meet me in the cafeteria in 15 min."

Before I could reply to his text Harris's voice bellowed through the door making me nearly jump out of my skin.

"Mr Stilinski! Am I boring you?"

I carefully looked into the classroom through the glass portion of the door, I saw Stiles looking very guilty as he replied.

"No sir I am very enthralled with this lesson"

Looking sceptically at Stiles Harris evilly smiled at him and with a sarcastically sweet tone he spoke.

"Good, then you won't mind passing your mobile phone to the front and coming to collect it after school. You can then be enthralled with the rest of this lesson and all your other lessons for the rest of the afternoon."

Stiles groaned as he stood up and walked over to Harris, he placed his phone into Harris's waiting palm. He dragged himself back to his chair as dropped down with a glum look on his face. Harris returned to the board, without turning around he added.

"Oh and Mr Stilinski, I will see you in Detention after school tomorrow for disrupting my class for a third time."

He had a look of utter disbelief on his face; he lowered his face into his hands and shook his head. Stepping away from the door I headed towards the cafeteria feeling really guilty for getting him into trouble with Harris. I made a mental note to make it up to him when I see him.

The cafeteria began to fill quiet quickly after the bell had rung; I leant against the wall with my foot casually crossing my other. Stiles walked straight passed me, he would have carried on walking off I hadn't suddenly shot my hand out and grabbed his shirt and dragged him towards me.

"Hey watch it… Meaghan!"

He looked at me with such a warm grin I couldn't help but smile back, his energetic personality was infectious. I took a step back and studied Stiles from head to foot, he had sprouted since the last time I saw him. He easily towered over me, though that wasn't hard seeing I was only 5'4. Suddenly he lurched forward and wrapped his arms around my waist lifting me up in a crushing embrace, taking me by surprise I stiffened in his arms. Feeling my tension he suddenly let me go and took a step back, he rubbed the back of his neck and gave me an apologetic look.

"Sorry I forgot you don't like to be touched much."

Pulling myself straight I looked up at him and gave him a reassuring smile.

"It's ok Stiles; you took me by surprise that's all."

Hope lit up behind his brown eyes, before he could catch me in another embrace I raised my hands up as if to ward him off.

"And before you get any ideas let's just leave the hugging for the moment ok?"

He shrugged his shoulders with a look of understanding on his face, I scanned around the busy cafeteria in hopes I could pick out the mop of messy black hair and slightly tanned skin that belonged to my brother.

"You won't find him; he's not a school today."

Focusing back on Stiles I raised one eyebrow expectantly and crossed my arms, I stayed quiet and waited for him to cave in and tell me where Scott was if not in school. He didn't last any more than thirty seconds under my scrutinizing stare before he looked away, he pick up his bag and headed for the lacrosse field.

I grinned with triumph before heading off to catch up with him. We walked in silence until we were at the edge of the field. He looked towards the trees then back at me; it seemed he was hesitant in taking me to Scott. I breathed a heavy sigh and scrubbed my face with my hands, I was slowly losing my patience with the whole cloak and dagger deal.

"Stiles…"

Before I could finish my sentence I heard a twig crack from somewhere in the trees, my head snapped in the direction of the sound. Coming through the trees where two figures, both were taller than me and definitely were male.

As they approached I instantly recognised the smaller one of the two, it was Scott I could recognise his mop of hair anywhere. A beaming smile spread across my face, I took one step towards him but was suddenly hurled into a nearby tree and pinned there by my throat.

Flashes exploded behind my closed eyelids as the back of my head connected with the rough bark. With my head now pounding and my blood pounding in my ears I almost missed the guttural snarl that came from my attacker. Painfully I opened my eyes and was met with the red glow of Alpha eyes staring angrily at me.

My first instinct was fight back, a low and menacing growl escaped my lips. I could feel myself changing at will, my fangs elongated effortlessly as did my claws. I heard a gasp of surprise come from Stiles and I knew then that my eyes must have turned bright green and my facial features had become hairy and wolf like.

Somewhere in the back of my conscience I knew this was a very bad move to make especially against and alpha. Quickly using all my strength I dug my claws into his chest and pushed. I was rewarded with a grunt of pain coming from him as he stumbled back a few feet from me.

Seeing my chance and without a second thought I snarled and launched myself off of the tree and crashed into him knocking him to the ground. Straddling him I raised my clawed hand intending to slash at his throat, the red haze of rage lifted enough for me to see who I was about to slash.

I stopped dead, my chest burnt and my gut went cold, it was like I had been doused with a bucket of cold water. My featured returned to normal as I scrambled to get up but I twisted my ankle and landed on my bottom a few inches away.

"Derek!"

He sat up and glared at me as his eyes returned to their normal hazel green, I couldn't believe how much taller he had become. Scott's voice broke my trance; I tore my eyes away from Derek to focus on him.

"Meaghan! What are you doing here!? And when did you become a werewolf!? "

Recovering from my initial shock I frowned at him in confusion, how did he know about werewolves and how come he hasn't freaked out at seeing his sister turn into one in front of him?

The wind suddenly changed sending his scent right into my face I instantly froze, he was one as well. My little brother had become the very monster I fought to protect him from but had become myself. Tears sprang to my eyes I shakily got up and walked towards him, a snarl ripped through his throat stopping me in my tracks.

He balled his hands into fists as his eyes turned yellow, his whole body shook I could tell that he was pissed, his voice came out deeper and more like a growl.

"You left mom and me when we need you most and after all these years you decide to come back now!"

"Scottie it's not as black and what as that..."

"DON'T! Don't call me Scottie."

Stiles moved slowly and carefully towards Scott as if not to spook him, he put his hands up as a show of submission.

"Scott buddy… Come on now, let's just calm it down a bit and we can all talk about this civilly hmm?"

He seemed to take on board what Stiles said he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in; when he opened them again they were back to their normal chocolate brown.

I let out the breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding, Derek had already gotten up from the ground and was now leaning on a tree with his arms crossed glaring at me. Before I could ask any questions Derek approached me and stopped just inches from me. Looking down he bore his teeth and growled that started from his chest and worked his way to his throat.

It sent pleasurable shivers down my spine, I hated that my wolf side reacted that way towards him. I stood my ground and glowered at him with all the anger I could muster. Stiles and Scott looked from Derek to me in confusion; this was a challenge for submission from me while I was on his territory.

Pack law states that when an Omega trespasses on a packs territory they are expected to submit to the Alpha while they remain in their territory. I hated following pack law, but if I wanted to stay alive I would have to submit.

We stared off at each other for at least five minutes not moving, if he backed down I would win the challenge and that does not look good for any Alpha. My wolf side was getting twitchy and wanted to be done with this, it was my pride that was keeping me from giving in. My wolf side finally won the inward battle that had been raging on from the beginning.

Sighing I broke eye contact first; I pulled back my black shoulder length hair and bore my neck in a sign of submission. He triumphantly smiled as he bent down to nip my neck in acceptance, I subconsciously took in his scent. It was an earthy scent of trees and dew covered grass before dawn. The primal wolf part of me purred at being so close to a strong Alpha male, the rest of me wanted to gag. I was suddenly very aware of how close in proximity he was to me not to mention my body was reacting to him in a way I really didn't want it to.

He nipped me on the neck in acceptance and chuckled deeply at the reaction I gave to his touch on my skin. His hot breath tickled my ear and neck sending shivers across my skin and down my spine as he softly spoke that was too low for Scott to hear.

"You might hate me and I really don't like you, but I sense your wolf side has been missing the touch of a strong male. I can feel the need in you just as I feel it in myself come find me after you sort out this little spat with your brother, you know where to find me. "

With that he straightened up and sauntered off without another word or look towards the boys or myself. My head swam with heightened hormones and primal desires; it scared me that I was so close to giving into my primal instincts. My skin still tingled from the heat that had come from his body, damn it! I'm in a lot of trouble.