A/N: I own nothing that original to Teen Wolf, however I tweaked certain things to my satisfaction. All original material is mine. I have changed small minor things, such as the colour Derek's eyes glow ( blue ) as a beta in the show to yellow. Mostly because I think that colour of eyes while wolfed out should reflect rank. Alpha ( red) beta ( yellow) Omega (orange). I have also added silver as another way to hurt a werewolf in addition to wolfs bane. Thought it does not poison a werewolf like wolfs bane, it does leave scars. Also in this story, I have added or enhanced more wolf like qualities and traits. The story takes place between Magic bullet episode in season one, and continues through out the first season, touching on plot points mentioned in the show. This is a Derek/OC, and rated M. Please expect swearing ( because I like it) gore, ( they are werewolf's) and eventually sexual orientated parts. ( Derek is hot.)

Thank you for your time.

Summer 1998

Charles Argent kissed his wife on the lips firmly on the lips as dusk fell on their camp site in the Beacon Hills Forestry Preserve. They were an hour away from Beacon Hills, where his family had resided for since he was in middle school. His younger sister still lived with his parents while attending community collage in his childhood house, which was a reason why he had suggested that they camp for the week that they were in the area before moving on to Seattle, Washington.

His wife, Lily and his younger sister Kate did not often see eye to eye on many things; from the way she raised their children, to the way in which Lily's family hunted werewolf's. Kate often lashed out aggressively, using controversial tactics to obtain information, and Lily mentioned once or twice that she thought Kate fabricated evidence in order to justify killing a werewolf. Kate thought Lily was a jealous, weak traditionalist, who didn't have the balls or brains to lead their unit of hunters.

They stopped going home for Christmas when Sebastian was five after an all out brawl between the two woman over the mash potatoes.

To avoid tension and confrontation between the two, it was best that they didn't stay at his parents house for their short visit. With the surprise arrival of his younger brother Chris, his young wife Victoria and their four year old daughter Allison, the house was full anyway's. It was nice for their three children, Sebastian, Noelle and little Reine to enjoy a rare outing in the wilderness and spend time with their only cousin on his side.

There was no doubt that his oldest, and only boy Sebastian was enjoying showing off for his grandfather, uncle and father with his archery skills. The boy's marksmanship was exceedingly well for an eleven year old. Hitting the centre of the target they had nailed to a tree more times then not. It made him almost as proud of his son as he was with Sebastian's care for the younger girls.

Sebastian was always watching for the younger Allison and his two year old sister Reine, catching them when their little feet stumbled, playing pretend and hours of hide and seek with them. And never saying no when his eight year old sister Noelle, a true tom boy chased after him, challenging on everything. Her hunting gun as she called it, was better then his bow. She could run faster then he, was smarter then him.

His family left shortly after dinner, wanting to let them have an early night as they had a long drive to make in the morning up to Seattle. Their children were fast asleep tucked into their sleeping bags in the their own tent they shared, worn out from another day in the sun and fresh air. It was the one time he had seen his wife give in to his son who insisted that he was big enough to protect his sisters, therefore should have his own tent.

He and his pretty red haired Lily were sitting by the fire rehashing the week, over tea. The air had gotten colder, threaten to rain as it often did in the area so they were sharing a blanket while they sat in old lawn chairs.

"I can't believe your sister," Lily grumbled as she drank her tea, pulling the blanket up higher on her lap. " she brings nasty-nice to a whole new level."

"I'm sorry, Lily-girl." Charles replied, knowing what his wife meant when she referred to his sister's behaviour towards her. Nasty enough to leave a bitter taste in your mouth but nice enough to get away with it." Kate is just a.."

"Bitch?" supplied Lily, grinning at her husband who shook his head. She knew it hurt him the distance she had put between their growing family and his by accepting assignments further and further away from Beacon Hills. But Kate under minded her at every chance she got, and Lily would be damned if she left Kate poison her children against her. "It's only fair, Charles. The things she says about my family. Like the Grasvenor's are any less then the Argent's at hunting werewolf's."

It was true, the Gravenor's had been hunting werewolf's and that of the supernatural for as many generations as the Argent's. They held were held in the same regard by other hunters, praised and respect and whispered about with fear and dread by the werewolf's. His wife was very proud of her heritage, as much as Kate was proud to be Argent. And Kate would use his wife's pride against her, every time.

Charles nodded, knowing it best not to defend his sister, or try to explain away her actions. This had lead to many fights at the beginning of their marriage. His wife would not tolerate disloyalty. "Thank you, my darling Lily-girl. I know that this week hasn't been easy for you. Kate certainly didn't make it so."

"She knows to well how to push my buttons." Lily attempted staring in the fire. " Especially now, with Noelle and Reine. Reine is still a baby, she won't remember anything that Kate says, but Noelle is eight. She's so smart, she picks up on things so fast. I want them to have more of a childhood then either you or I did."

"I know, Lily-girl." Charles agreed, thinking about how he would have liked to wrap his hands around Kate's neck when he caught her telling Noelle about the story about La Bete du Gevaudan, the werewolf that his family was credited with killing back in the seventieth century. Kate knew what he and Lily's wishes were for the children. "The week is done, let's finish our tea and find other things to occupy our time here before we leave."

Lily smiled at her husband's suggestion. This was why in seven months they would be expecting their fourth child. But after ten years of marriage, three children she was more then pleased that he found her attractive, and sexual satisfying. She poured the remaining liquid out of her cup onto the grass beside the chair. "I'm ready now."

Charles laughed softly. He loved his Lily more then anything. She was the only one for him, the light in his eyes, blood in his veins and the beat in his heart. She was his everything. He thanked the lord, every night he came home to her. Knowing her open arms, soft body and loving heart were waiting for him at home brought him back to her every time he went out to hunt.

He set his tea on the ground beside him and gathered up the blanket in one arm and took his wife's hand. He was more content to let the fire burn out in the large stone circle. He pulled her towards their tent, not far away from where their children slept.

They never made it to the tent.

Neither Charles or Lily saw it coming. Gerard, Charles father had swore up and down that the pack of wolves whose territory was Beacon Hills were peaceful, and obeyed the code. They were not here for a hunt, had sent most of the supplies and guns ahead with their men to Seattle.

The first wolf snatched Lily from his grasp before he even turned around. The next was upon him before he could make it to the tent for his gun. Charles felt his body get dragged to the ground by the male werewolf, claws cutting deep into his arms. For a brief moment, he he felt relief that it was a Beta werewolf not the Alpha that was ripping into his flesh, as it was every hunters worse fear to be turned.

Death was so much more appealing then becoming a monster.

Lily was screaming as the werewolf's torn into her stomach, killing their unborn child first. She screamed for Charles, her father and then finally god before she screamed no more. The werewolf finally tore her throat out.

The last thing Charles saw before darkness consumed him was his son. Sebastian's flaming red hair flying out of the tent, bow and arrow in his hands, his sisters stumbling out after him. His brave, stupid son notching an arrow and hitting the werewolf that killed his mother in the throat before another beast was upon him. It's red eyes glowing through the eerie darkness.

Charles's last thought was a simple one. He prayed they all died.

Because death was so much more appealing then becoming a monster.