"Mr. Hale, there is someone here to see you." The nurse turned to the young man, who was in his early twenties: "You can go in, he's a little stubborn."

"Thank you.. ahh…"

"Nancy."

"Nancy." The young man took a few steps in the room, Nancy closing the door behind him.

Mr. Hale had his back towards the door, facing the window, looking out at the bright sunny summer's day. "Did you bring me my burger yet?"

Not sure of how to respond, the young man inched his way towards the older gentleman. "Umm… no sir, sorry, I'm…" the young man pausing, taking in a deep breath before continuing. "Mr. Hale, I was wondering if you could tell me all you know about werewolves." A light laugh could be heard, before the older man turned around; deep pools of chocolate eyes connecting with gray ones.

A crooked grin was present on Mr. Hale's face. "Why would you want to know about werewolves?"

"Well, umm, I'm doing some research for college and I heard that you know all about this type of stuff."

"So you think an old senior citizen such as me knows about this stuff? How do you know that I'm not just an old man loosing his mind and just babbling nonsense?"

"You have the mark."

Mr. Hale's eyes grew wide, his hand reaching up to rub the mark on his neck. "H-how do you know about the mark?"

"I've done my research."

"Listen to me kid, keep your nose out of this, you don't want to get involved or have any knowledge of this stuff, just go on home now and do what ever you people do nowadays."

The young man was growing aggravated at the older man, but was still determined to find out all that he could about werewolves, even if it killed him. "Genim Stilinski."

The senior citizen's head popped up at the mention of his old name, the name his mother had given him, but changed it later to Stiles. The older Stiles giving Nate a confused look.

Nate smiles, "Like said, I've done my research."

The old softness that use to be present in his eyes, returned at the mention of his old name, the one that linked him to his past, to his mother, to all those fun memories of belonging to a pack, the partnership between each pack mate, and Derek. "I'll tell you what, you take me out of this death trap and go take me to get some greasy food, and then I'll think about answering some of your questions."

"Deal."

Stiles jumped out of the chair he was sitting in and walked out of the door. "Are you coming?"

The young man followed pursuit behind Stiles.

"Where, where do you think you're going Mr. Hale? Hey!" Stiles and his companion walked out of the doors of the retirement home, to the vehicle the young man had pointed out was his.

"Where to?"

"A burger joint, they've been feeding me shitty food."

Twenty minutes later, the two men were pulling into the parking lot of a local burger place. The two walked in, sitting at a table located near a window. A waitress came, asking for their orders.

"I'll just have a glass of water please."

"And for you sir?"

Stiles was still looking over the menu, but then started to ramble off his order. "I would like three double bacon and cheese burgers with an extra side of fries, and a milkshake, chocolate."

The waitress walked away.

Looking up from the menu at last, Stiles looked at the man sitting across from him, noticing his mouth was open. "What?"

"Oh, umm, nothing, never mind."

Stiles clicked his tongue. "What did you say your name was again?"

"I didn't, I'm Nate."

"Mmmhmm."

Nate waited for Stiles to continue, but he never did. "So umm.. Mr. Hale…"

"Stiles… you should know that I like being called Stiles."

Not wanting to argue, Nate called Mr. Hale, Stiles.

"So… Stiles… about my research about werewolves…"

"What would you like to know?"

"Everything." Nate's eyes grew wide with excitement.

Stiles lets out a chuckle, remembering back to when he was just like Nate; naive, always wanting to learn more, not caring about the danger that could possibly follow afterwards. "How do I know that I can trust you? You said you're doing this for school, this is information that can't fall into the wrong hands."

"Who's going to believe me? I've read some of your work, you know from your high school days, and none of your teachers believed you."

"Ha, true, very true, but they had reason not to believe me, I was the ADD teen who couldn't sit still for five seconds and couldn't keep my mouth shut."

"Look, I'm just looking for a little information about this topic, it's not really for school, it's well, you see… my friend and I were… well long story short, we were in the woods and I took this photo." Nate reached into his jean pocket, pulling out a folded picture. He laid it on the table, sliding it over to Stiles. "I know that wolves don't live in the area, so I did some research and came across some legends about Beacon Hills and I stumbled across your name."

Stiles remained silent, staring at the picture in front of him. It was a picture of two crimson orbs in the darkness, a slight outline of what looked like a wolf's body, but only bigger, much bigger.

"Stiles?"

"W-where did you get this?"

"I took it, when I was with my friend, in the woods, on the reserve." Stiles' head snapped up, looking at Nate.

"Reserve?"

"Yeah."

"W-where exactly?"

"By the umm.. the house in the middle of the woods."

Stiles' face became expressionless, eyes staring blankly at the photo in front of him. Nate, after a few moments, snapped his fingers in front of Stiles' face. "Stiles?"

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking. Where were we?"

Just then, the waitress came over with the food. "Here you go. Is there anything else that I can get for you?"

"No, I think we're good for now. Thanks." Stiles replied.

Stiles started shoveling food into his mouth, while Nate looked at him with disgust and fascination.

With his mouth full, Stiles starting to talk to Nate. "Ok, I'll tell you want you want to know but you can't tell others."

"I won't." Nate stared at the man in front of him, waiting for him to continue.

"Oh, yes, sorry. Well, it all started when…"

"Dude, are you sure there's a body out here?"

"Yes, Scott, I heard it over the scanner and plus why else would the police be out here in the middle of the night with search dogs?" Scott shrugged. "Just come on, live a little Scott."

The asthmatic teen brought his inhaler to his mouth, trying to calm his nerves. Barking could be heard in the distance. "Scott, hide!" Stiles whispered-yelled. Scott ran behind the closest tree, trying to stay out of view letting his friend disappear into the blinding light of the police officer's flashlights.

"Whoa, hold on, that delinquent is my son."

"Hey there dad."

"Stiles, what are you doing out here? I thought I told you to stay home!"

"You implied that I should stay home…"

"STILES!"

"What?"

The Sheriff sighs, rubbing his face with his hand. "Where's your partner in crime?"

"Scott? He's, he's at home…"

The Sheriff shines his flashlight into the darkness. "Scott?" hearing no response, he grabs his son by his shirt, hauling him off to his cruiser to take him home, leaving Scott alone to find his way back home.

"So let me get this straight. You took your friend, Scott, into the woods, after dark in search of a body. Then, you get caught by your father, who happens to be the Sheriff, and you say that Scott was at home, when he was only say like 10 feet away hiding behind a tree, and so, trying to save Scott from getting in trouble, you leave him, alone, in the dark?"

"When you put it like that… ok, yeah, pretty much."

"So what happened to Scott?"

"After I left him, Scott tried to find his way back home, but as he was walking through the woods, he dropped his inhaler. He stopped to look for it, and he stumbled upon the body."

"He found it?"

"Yeah, but more on that topic later. Pass the ketchup. Thanks. Ok, so, where was I? Uh, yes, Scott found the body and panicked. After that I'm not sure what happened, I just know that after he found the body, he was bitten."

"Bitten?"

"Yeah, bitten, like 'om nom nom' but he wasn't werewolf chow, just a chew toy."

Nate was taking in all the information that Stiles was telling him, questioning himself if this guy was serious. Yes, he wanted to know about werewolves, but this, this was just insane.

"…so then I started howling…"

"Huh?"

"Are you even paying attention to me? I thought you wanted to know about this?"

"Yeah, I do, but…"

"No buts just listen and pass the salt. Thanks. As I was saying…"

"Scott, I think you're a werewolf. You heard a wolf howling, the bite, you saying you can see and smell things better, not to mention that you don't use your inhaler…"

"Stiles, this is crazy! There is no way that I'm a werewolf. Look, I have to go…"

"Scott! Just listen to me!" Stiles was shoved against the wall, Scott mere inches from his face. Without another word, other than 'sorry' from Scott, the teen darted from the room, leaving his best friend alone…

"He didn't believe you?"

"Not at first. I don't blame him though, if I was in his situation, I probably wouldn't believe it either."

"What happened after he left?"

"He went to a party, almost shifted in front of people because of the full moon and was later hunted down by another beta, to be stopped so he wouldn't kill anyone."

"Another beta?"

"Yeah."

"Who was the other beta?"

Stiles hesitated, remembering when he last saw his mate, thirty years ago. Stiles' eyes started to water, tears threatening to fall.

"Don't cry, please don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you…"

"No, its fine, you didn't know. The second beta was Derek. Derek Hale. My mate."