Hi all! This is my first attempt at a Teen Wolf fic and I've decided to set this one after the events at the conclusion of Season 2 so basically this is my version of Season 3 starring my own OC characters plus the usual cast of misfits.

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

XoxoxoxoxoX

"So, what do you think of this place?" he asked me with an enthusiastic nudge to the side. I shrugged disinterestedly and continued to stare out the window as the small town passed by.

"It's alright, I guess. Just another small town." I replied quietly.

"Yes, it is small but this is our permanent home now! Isn't that exciting? No more moving around, we can finally start to lay down some roots here, make a real go of it for a change."

I sighed deeply. "If you say so, my love." I wished with all my might that I could be as elated as he was about moving here, I really did, but the promises of permanency and stability in our lives never seemed to last as long as we hoped. Trouble often had a way of following us to whatever city or town we left for. "So did he give you the address for the new place?"

"Obviously! What, do you think I was just going to drive around town, guessing?"

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Oh hush! We'll be there in about five minutes and then he said he wants to see us about something. We're only a block away from his surgery."

"I still think this is all a little suspect. I mean, why now, after fifteen years with no contact does he decide he simply needs us in Beacon Hills? I feel like there's something bigger to all of this than his wanting to catch up with old family acquaintances."

"You're always so down and negative, Scarlett! Why can't you think positively, like me, and see this as a brand new start? There's so much potential for us here, regardless of what he wants from us, if indeed he wants anything at all. Just loosen up and stop judging a book by its cover, okay?"

"If you say so, my love." I repeated, deadpan. "But you know my reasons; I just want you to keep that in mind."

"Duly noted my benevolent dictator!" he replied cheerily. Can nothing dampen your spirit Nicholas? Probably not. How envious I am of you…

As promised, five minutes later we were pulling into a quiet street on the outskirts of Beacon Hills. Certainly wasn't what I had had in mind when Nick had said we'd be setting sail for the grand west coast; I had envisioned more sun and surf, this house (or cottage more like) was something out of Twilight. My God, how I hated those stupid books! It was a small, two storey affair, all white with a green roof and blue shutters. The garden was neat with lots of little flowers growing in sporadic bunches around the yard. I could practically hear Nick's heart beating out of his chest with excitement. Oh, that's right; I could hear his heart beating with excitement. For some reason, he had always loved the quaint charm of small towns and our newest residence in a long line of homes was right up his alley.

"Calm down before you wet yourself, Nick, I don't need to explain that to the neighbors." I smirked as he parked the car in the driveway.

"But it's just so adorable! I mean, it's like something out of a fairy tale!" he squealed with delight, jumping out of the car and racing for the front door.

"I swear to God, you're almost too gay to function." I muttered, knowing he could hear me anyway. A quirk, a benefit of our peculiar condition, you could say. The little air head, however, had left me to carry out four large suitcases from the car without as much as a backward glance. "No, that's okay, I got this, don't worry about helping or anything."

"Thanks, glad you understand." A breathless reply floated past my ears. I shook my head and unloaded our car, walking through the door easily enough with the last of our belongings. Stepping into our new commode, I could see why Nick was so worked up. Well, only a little. The colours were soft and bright; everything was neat but in the small space in felt cozy. Very story-book cottage. I heard Nick's heartbeat pounding away joyously in the upstairs portion of the house, assuming this was where our bedrooms were located. I trumped up the stairs and found that Nick, indeed, was adoring the drapes and bed in his room that the movers had set up a few days prior. It was only when I dropped his two suitcases on the floor with a loud thud did he turn around to acknowledge my presence.

"I'm in love!" he cried. "I'm in love and I'm never leaving this room!"

I smiled fondly at him and shook my head. "We've been here all of five minutes and you're going to tears about this place! Honestly, Nick what am I going to do with you?"

A contented sigh left his lips as he collapsed luxuriously on his bed. "Just love me and feed me, that's all I ask."

I laughed. "Easy done then. I'm going to unpack and then we should probably go and meet him before it gets too late. After all, you were the one who was so insistent on showing up on time for a change."

"If I must, I must. Be ready in about an hour?"

I nodded and walked a few feet to my bedroom door. It was pleasant enough, I suppose. Light blue walls adorned with the many pictures I'd take over the years, four-poster bed with light curtains tied back on the sides and a large window with a sweeping view of the forest bordering our new home. Yes, maybe I could get used to this place. Maybe.

An hour later after quickly unpacking what remained of our belongings that hadn't been sent ahead of us, we quickly changed out clothing and began the quick, one block walk to the surgery. The closer we came, the more my stomach began to tie itself in knots. Fifteen years since I last saw him and let's just say we could have met under better circumstances, seeing his face again would only remind me of that. I had tried moving on from that day but the thought of standing in the same room again with him was only adding to my already mounting reluctance to answer his call. However, without him, I may have never met Nick, and I certainly wouldn't be in the position I am today. I'd probably be dead.

"Calm down before you explode, love." He murmured to me gently, taking my hand in his. "I know this is going to be tough for you but I'm here, I'll keep you safe."

"You always have," I said gratefully, standing up on my toes to peck his cheek quickly before entering the small surgery. Walking in there didn't appear to be a receptionist and aside from the barking of dogs and the occasional hiss of cats, all was quiet. However, I locked in on a single human heart beat the drew nearer, the scent familiar and vague then suddenly, there he was.

"Scarlett, Nicholas! So good to see you both!" he said with a friendly smile. Despite my trepidation I smiled in return and briefly in embraced the man to whom I was indebted.

"It's good to see you again Deaton. I've missed you." I replied with surprise honest. Maybe it was something about his aura, so calm and stoic, that set me at ease, although flashes of our first encounter still preoccupied my mind.

"And I you; both of you." He said warmly as he gave Nick a hug. "Please, come round back. I have some business to discuss with you."

And there it was again; my suspicions about a hidden motive, a secret agenda bouncing crazily in my head as we followed him down a narrow hall to his office. He closed the door behind us but we all kept standing. The atmosphere changed slightly, imperceptible to any human in the room.

But as a werewolf, you become attuned to these sorts of things.

"I thank you both for coming. I know you have moved around a great deal over the last few years but I appreciate you agreeing to settle in Beacon Hills on my request."

"Why is that, anyway?" I asked curiously. "Don't get me wrong Doc, it's great to see you again but the last time we said goodbye was…well…you know. Why do you want us so close by after all this time?"

Deaton sighed deeply. "I'm not going to beat around the bush here. There's a storm coming our way, a big one at that, and I want to be prepared. I need your help."

"Wait, what kind of storm are we talking about?" Nick asked. This was one of the few times I had ever seen him serious about anything. When it came to our safety, Nick was always serious. "Are you in some sort of danger?"

"No, not me in particular but the town very may well be. You see, you two aren't the only werewolves in Beacon Hills. There's already an established pack in the area, seven to be exact. And they're under threat from external forces. An Alpha pack has moved into the surrounding area and is threatening to take over this pack's territory and kill them in the process. Not two months ago they scared the hell out of two of the younger betas as a warning to their alpha but he hasn't taken heed. He thinks he can take all of them on with the pack he has but they need reinforcements, wolves with more experience. And that's where you two come in."

My mouth was open and dry, and my heart was racing. I'm pretty sure what precious little color I had to my skin had disappeared completely. I felt faint and nauseous at the mere thought of it all. A territorial war, another Alpha pack, just like before…just like before. I felt the welling of angry and panicked tears behind my eyes and quickly tried to quash them but Nick had already pick up on my distress and was enveloping me in a bear like hug, glaring at Deaton over the top of my head.

"So that's why you asked us here? To be pawns for a pack that might not even want us around? You've dragged us into a territorial war here and we have no right to participate, we'll just be seen as another threat, to both sides involved! Don't you remember how she ended up with my family in the first place? Or what happened to them as a result? You're going to get us killed Deaton!" he snarled, so unlike my Nick, his eyes flashing icy blue and dangerous. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and thankfully his eyes returned to their normal deep brown. I hated the vicious wolf in Nick sometimes but it was only out to protect me. His Alpha.

Deaton's face had hardened somewhat but he continued in the same calm tone of voice. "Of course I remember how I found her and how she came to be with you. It's something that I don't think I'll ever to be able to forget. You were both so young and…but that is the past. This pack is not like the ones before. They're more aggressive to be sure, but they are unorganized, sloppy, more hell bent on expanding their own dominion than thinking in a straight tactical plan. You two both have infinite experience with packs of this nature and while I was hesitant to bring you two into this, there's no one else I know who can be trusted like you. Who can fight like you."

"So what about this existing pack; the one that is being threatened?" I asked in a wavering, weak voice. "What makes you think they'll want us here? After all, I'm an Alpha myself, who's to say that the pack Alpha in Beacon Hills won't want to rip my throat out the minute he finds out two new wolves are in his domain?"

Deaton's smile, so cryptic and knowing, spread slowly across his face. "This Alpha works in – well, let's just say he's a little unconventional about how he investigates new comers and all potential threats to his pack. I expect you'll catch glimpses of him or one or more of his betas in the woods near your house in the coming days but he won't outright attack you." I hope. "Besides, I have a feeling he may well welcome your presence soon enough. He's stubborn, but he knows when he's been backed into a corner."

"And you're definitely sure about this?" Nick asked cautiously. "You're certain that we'll be okay here? For now, at least?"

Deaton nodded solemnly. "You have my word. The second I get wind that this is getting too much and you two are in any sort of danger that you cannot handle yourselves, then I will get you away from here as quickly as I can. My colleagues and I have always had your best interests at heart and I promise you that you'll be safe here with me and the other pack."

Nick looked down at me, uncertainty written all over his tanned face, waiting for my judgment in the matter. At times like this, I loathed my birth right, wanting nothing more than to leave the decision making up to someone else for a change, someone strong and steady like Nick or Deaton, so if and when all hell broke loose, I could place the blame on someone else besides myself. I thought about all the decisions I had made over the past fifteen years, how many lives it had affected, how many lives it had ruined. Nick and I had managed this long time to stay off the grid, running away when the heat got too much, like little puppies with our tales firmly tucked between our legs. But for better or for worse, I was an Alpha, and I was sick of running, fearing every shadow and challenge, making me weak in the eyes of those wolves who dared question my power. This was not a smart idea, not a logical one, but the time for running ended now. Whether this other pack wanted our help or not, we were here and we were here to fight for Beacon Hills and its wolves. We were here to fight for ourselves. With a tortured sigh I looked up at Nick with red, gleaming eyes and I saw his face fall just a little. He knew my decision without me having to say one word. An Alpha's decision was final.

"Okay, we'll do it. But I make no promises to push this Alpha to accept our help if he rejects it, or if he runs reconnaissance on our house. Any violent overtures are to be met with similar treatment. This that understood, Deaton?" I stated with as much authority as I could muster, the wolf's rumble echoing in my chest.

"Duly noted." Deaton nodded and his regular, benign smile was back in place. "I won't push you all to introduce or integrate yourselves with the pack until you are ready or at least until they approach you upon deciding if you're a threat or not. For now, I am placing both of you in jobs around the city to get more perspective on what kind of people you are protecting and what you will be dealing with now you are here. Nicholas, I have set up a position for you at the local hospital. You'll be working with one of the senior nurses, Melissa McCall, who also happens to be the mother of one of the betas, Scott. Scarlett, I'm keeping you here in the veterinary clinic with me; I've seen how you work with animals and I could really use your assistance right now. Scott helps when he can but he's been so busy with pack business he doesn't have time anymore. If it's okay with you two, you'll be starting on Monday."

"That's fine." I answered, feeling a little overcome at how fast everything had suddenly shifted, feeling emotionally and physically drained. "If it's all the same to you, I think Nick and I will be going now. We have a lot to think about."

"Of course," Deaton said, leading us back out of his office and to the reception area. "Please, don't over think this situation. You are both strong and capable wolves and I have every faith that you will make the right decisions in the coming weeks. Until Monday, take care of yourselves."

Nick and I both left without a word, clutching at each other's hands like we had when we were children and began the short walk back to the house. It was silent but we had been together too long to not know what the other was thinking. Nick was still mad, all his cheery enthusiasm evaporated from earlier, seething just beneath the surface. He was conflicted between wanting to protect his Alpha and leave this town and staying to fight alongside his leader, who for some bizarre reason, he trusted without impunity.

I was also torn, between running away from the violent and macabre images flitting their way like a disturbing pantomime in my head and staking me claim on this town, letting every pack know I was here to stay without threat and without loss of life. Of course it reminded me of how I become the Alpha I am, through bloodshed and violence and the unnecessary and completely senseless loss of life. I was essentially back at square one in my life, unprepared for a fight and unsure of how to be the leader I was forced to be. The only difference was that this time around, I wouldn't be facing them alone; this time I had a beta. I had Nick, and this gave me some small comfort.

We finally reached our little home and although it was getting late and we were both starving, we settled for ordering pizza instead; eight of them to be exact. The pizza place wasn't so sure whether it was a prank call or not at first but with the promise of cash payment plus generous tip the pizzas arrived shortly after and we began to wolf down our subpar dinner (no pun intended.) We were seated in front of the television, watching some sitcom that barely held our attention, lapsing between ravenous hunger and brooding silence. Eventually, Nick wiped his mouth on his sleeve and turned to me.

"We can leave you know," he said quietly. I stared at him, more than a little shocked. Normally, when dangers arose for us, I had to come close to beating him into submission to get him to leave. Especially seeing as how 'in love' with the place he'd been not a few hours ago. "You don't have to stay here Scarlett. I promised my family and Deaton that I would follow you to the ends of the Earth and protect you as my Alpha. But I know what you've been through and you don't need to force yourself into this situation again. Screw Deaton! If you want to run, then we'll run together. Just say the word."

I smiled tearfully, not even realizing that I had small, fat tears running down my face as I stuffed myself with greasy pizza. How attractive. "Oh Nick, I don't know where I'd be in this world without you! I know you want to protect me but I want to be able to protect you too. I'm not sending much of a message as an Alpha she-wolf if I'm uprooting us and running all over the country to escape our problems. No, this time, I'm standing and I'm fighting for my one man wolf pack," That got him smiling again. "And it's my job as your Alpha to protect you. We're not running anymore. We're here standing as the wolves we are and we're not going down to anyone without a fight. Not this time and not ever again."

Nick stands up off the couch and applauds with cheers of 'Bravo' and 'Encore', while I aim the empty pizza boxes at his head. Nick may have his serious moments but he's such a big child that even in moments like this, he can barely restrain himself. "Way to ruin the moment jackass, I really had an Independence Day speech going there!"

"My apologies madam Alpha but truly, that has to be one of your finest moments in Alpha-dom."

"I'm not sure if that was a compliment or an insult."

"Take it as you will, I'm just proud that you've decided to stand up and take charge. It's something you've had to come to on your own, and it just shows what a big girl you're becoming."

"You remember you're only two years older than me right? Stop talking to me like I'm a baby!"

"Aw, you'll always be the cute little, traumatized ball of fluff that was dropped into my lap all those years ago. You'll always be my little sister and my big, bad terrifying-at-times Alpha."

"Whatever you say, my love." I mutter affectionately before letting out a huge yawn and glancing at the clock. It was now 10.30pm and I felt wrecked, like I had just come out of a full moon shift. "I'm exhausted. How about we call it a night?"

"Oh, I know why you're so keen to get to bed!" Nick said slyly, draping myself dramatically over my lap and then pretending to writhe in pleasure. "'Oh yes! I submit to you, oh God, more, more, oh God yes, I need you!' You just want to have sexy dreams about your mate again!"

I shoved him off my lap playfully and giggled as he dropped on the floor with a very unmanly squeal. "That's not it at all! I'm seriously over those stupid dreams. And they're so not a vision of my mate, it's just because I haven't gotten laid in –"

"Eighteen months, three weeks, four days and roughly five minutes." Nick sang obnoxiously, still face down on the rug. I gave him a swift kick to the ribs for good measure. "Oh come on Scar, you know I'm joking! You're right; it's just a figment of your horniness."

"I hear that. Come you obnoxious shit, let's get some shut eye. I have a feeling we won't be getting much of it in the next few weeks."

I helped Nick off the floor, only made harder by the fact he was still giggling like a school girl, and we headed upstairs to our separate bedrooms. I quickly disrobed and pulled on an old pair of gym shorts and a tank before slipping beneath the cool covers and switching off my light. I turned over to stare out my window; the curtains still left open with the view of the woods. I sat bolt upright when a flash of gold appeared in the bushes before disappearing completely. I shook my head exasperatedly before slipping out of bed again and opening the window just a fraction so I could speak.

"I'm impressed. You all work rather fast; much faster than I had imagined. But please tell your Alpha that my beta and I are no threat to you. We're here in peace, nothing more. But if you don't believe me, tell your Alpha to ask Deaton for details." I saw another flash of gold, only further away this time before the distinct sound of footsteps leaving swiftly in the opposite direction reached my sensitive ears and I smiled. Alone again, for now. I returned to bed and within seconds of my head hitting the pillow I was asleep.

XoxoxoxoX

It was dark beneath the thick canopy of the trees but I could see perfectly. My bare feet fell swiftly on the cold damp ground, following a worn trail as if in a trance, memorised through countless visits. The air was fresh and sweet with the promise of rain on the horizon. But for now there was a gentle breeze making the trees whisper and caressing across my face as I moved. I lived for nights like these; especially nights like these.

Finally I reached a clearing ahead and I slowed my pace before coming to a stop. There was a cliff overlooking the town, all lit up in its nest of dark forests. It was so quiet out here, peaceful in knowing I was one of the few still awake in the night, placidly watching the sky so full of stars. I inhaled deeply and smiled. This was perfection that I didn't know existed until I had moved here and I didn't know how I had ever lived without it. I shifted a little on my spot and breathed in deep once again. Ah, that's the scent that I had been looking for. Soon, very soon…

Two strong arms encircled my waist and a strong jaw and chin rested gently on my shoulder, nose nuzzling languidly at the small space between my neck and ear. I interlaced out fingers at my front and rested back against him. Oh yes, I truly lived for nights like these. Just me and my mate, together and at peace. I let a contented rumble course through my body which I felt returned by his own seconds later.

"You kept me waiting." I chastised softly. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."

"And miss an opportunity like this? Never." Another pleasured rumbled vibrated against my back as soft kisses were now placed where his nose had been. I let out a soft gasp. "I've been waiting for this all day. I hate having to leave you alone."

"You do what you have to, my love. After all, you're the Alpha. You have a responsibility to fulfil." I replied weakly, pressing my back more firmly against his hard chest. I curved my lower back and hips just a little and…BINGO!

"And that just turns you on, doesn't it?" he growled seductively, pressing forward and I can feel just how much he hates not having me at his side. I let out a growl of my own and spin around in his arms. His facial features are vague and distant, like their hidden beneath a veil but his eyes are blood red in the night and I feel my own begin to change the sight of them. The smell of him, all over me and in the air has driven me insane for hours and now I finally have him right where I want him. I thread my hands through his dark hair and bring his face down to mind for an intense and brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and snarls that only serve to drive my need higher.

He backed us up quickly to one of the picnic tables, hoisting me up to perch on the edge effortlessly while he stood between my spread legs, pressing impossibly closer but never close enough. The scruff of his chin scratched deliciously against my skin as he moved away from my lips to nip and suck at my neck, making me mewl to the sky, head tossed back. Suddenly the air was too warm, clothing to constricting and his leather jacket had to come off, like yesterday. I tore at his clothing, managing to drag away his jacket and shirt in seconds, only briefly breaking our lips to skin contact. I dragged my sharpened claws down his pectorals and flexing abs, drawing rough growl from his lips, now revealing sharpened fangs. My own jacket and shirt, bra and all, followed suited shortly after, and I shivered in the cool air, only to completely surrounded by his heat and scent once again. As he explored my chest with renewed gusto I took an opportunity to bite down hard on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, all of succulent display for me. I felt the tang of his blood in my mouth before pulling back to watch the mark fade and heal, licking over it aggressively for good measure. He howled wantonly against my tightened nipples and I screamed. So good, always so good. No one could light my very being on fire like he could, and no one else would ever be able to. He had ruined me for others, just as it was intended.

Soon the kisses, licks and nips began to move steadily upward until his lips reached mine again, all growls and snarls and insurmountable pleasure. Without leaving each other's lips, hasty hands and claws tore at jeans and underwear until there was nothing left but bare skin, sweat and the passionate labour breathing between us. I felt the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance and I keened needily as he rubbed it up and down my clit torturously slow.

"Please, no teasing! I need you! Please!"

"Beg for it!" he growled out against my neck, eyes aflame.

"Oh God, please! I need it so bad; I want you to fuck me until I can't speak, until I can't howl, until I can barely walk! Just fuck me already!" That seemed to be enough for him as he surged forward in one powerful thrust, burying himself in me to the hilt. Both of us threw back our heads and roared into the night.

He set the pace, fast, thorough and completely animalistic. His hands grasped my hands hard enough to pierce the skin, the pain and pleasure mixing perfectly as he slammed into me time and time again, my own hips rising of their own accord to meet his. I felt the table beneath my begin to shake and sway, creaking under the punishment we were inflicting on it and ourselves. He seemed to realise this and before I knew it, I was pinned to the ground with both my clawed hands pinned above my head in one of his as his assault continued. The sweat that had accumulated on our bodies gathered the dirt on the ground. It was filthy, it was dirty and it I was in fucking heaven.

He tilted the angle of his thrusts without warning, hitting the spot within me that was making me see stars.

"Close, c-close!" I stuttered, digging fingers and claws in the back, hoping to mark and draw blood.

"Yes! Come on, cum for me. Tell me who you belong to!" he rasped in my ear, driving harder and faster into me.

"You, only you!"

"Say it louder!"

"Oh f-fuck! You, only ever you. I'm yours!"

"Yes!" he roared as my orgasm overtook my body with a shuddering, earth shaking force and my back arched off the ground, rubbing grit and sweat against his chest. With one final growl he bit deep and vicious into my shoulder as his hips stuttered and he filled me with his seed. My mouth fell open into a permanent silent scream, completely spent and sore but sated and content…for now at least. You had to love a wolf's recovery time.

Still connected, he gently licked the bite mark on my neck although I already felt the skin knitting back together. I hummed happily in the back of my throat, nuzzling the side of his face with mine and relishing the smell of sweat, sex and his pure essence beneath it all. Soon enough his lips returned to mine for a slow, sensual kiss that belied our rough activities only moments ago. He pulled back, starring down at me tenderly and I adored that only I would ever get to see him this way.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"You seem to forget what we are, my love. I think I'll recover just fine."

"Well, as long as you're sure." One slower kiss to my lips before he pulled back. "Mine." He murmured against my lips.

"Only yours." I replied, leaning up for another taste of his lips…

XoxoxoxoX

…Before I felt my back hit the soft contours of my mattress. I sprang up again, eyes darting wildly around my dark room before I realised that, once again, it had all been a dream. I sighed, drawing my knees up to my chest and placing my head in my hands, trying to calm my heart rate. That had to have been the most vivid dream yet; certainly before it had never extended to post sex cuddles and tender kisses. The dreams had been increasing in frequency of the last three months, almost to the day that Deaton had called us to come to Beacon Hills. Either I needed a good psych evaluation or I needed to get laid. Not necessarily in that order.

Whatever, it was just a dream, a stupid, horny, beautiful dream that had left me in a lather of sweat and probably stinking to high heaven, probably enough for the resident pack to smell me from here, wherever they were. I sighed again, stretched my legs and pushed away the remaining blankets and got up to take a long, cold shower. I didn't even so much give a second thought to my open window, a light breeze billowing into the overheated room…

And maybe if I had realised that my window had been closed when I fell asleep, then maybe I would have noticed another distinct scent under the smell of my own sleep-induced orgasm. Maybe I would have questions how someone had snuck into my room without my knowing and left again without so much as a trace. Maybe I would have panicked a little, gone Alpha on their ass and tracked them down…

And maybe if I had glanced over my shoulder to the mysteriously opened window with the lingering scent of a stranger in my room, I would have seen the glaring red eyes standing stark against the darkness of the encroaching of the woods that followed my back out the door…