I'm rewriting this story. And I'm gonna be more devoted to writing this fanfiction. I promise. It's definitely AU, and it's taking place near the end of senior year.

Danny growled, clenching his teeth in frustration. 11:15 pm and his mind was still reeling from today's stress. It had been a rough and long day; 3 midterms, first draft of senior thesis, lacrosse practice. He was exhausted. As soon as he got home, he ate an apple - his sister always left an apple on his nightstand during exam week - jumped into bed, and wasted the past 2 hours trying to sleep. But the constant groaning, moaning, and scents of arousal was keeping him up. Stupid neighbors and their desperation to make babies.

He was still getting used to the fact that he was now a werewolf.

A werewolf.

His mind did a 180 and went back to that night.

He was sprawled on the side of the road, dying from his injuries when Scott found him. And despite the fatal injuries, Danny still managed to laugh when Scott offered to turn him into a werewolf.

"Just say yes, Danny. Please. I'll give you the bite."

"What the - what the fuck are you talking about?" Danny sputtered. He tried to roll over, onto his side. His back hurt too much. His hands felt sticky and wet. Kinda like when he masturbated.

"The bite. You'll be like me, like us."

"Fucking human?" It was getting harder to breathe. He gasped for air. He was too young. He didn't even get any college acceptances yet. He didn't even get revenge on his cheating boyfriend. "Fuck!" he shouted, starting to cry. "I - I... Scott. Oh, shit, man!"

He felt Scott gently lift his head up.

"Just say yes, goddammit!"

"Shit, shit!"

"Just say you want the bite!"

"I don't want to die, Scott," he said, trying to blink away the tears. "I don't. Don't let me die."

"You'll be a werewolf."

Danny laughed, flinching when he felt his chest explode with more pain. A fucking werewolf? Since when did Scott believe in that bullshit?

After that, he felt teeth latch onto his arm, piercing his skin.

He had spent 5 days at the hospital with his parents and Mrs. McCall constantly doting on him. The doctors and nurses called his rapid healing a miracle from God. Danny would have agreed with them if he actually believed in God.

He remembered the night when Scott, Stiles, and Mr. Handsome Hunk Hale had sneaked into his room and tried to explain to him everything. Danny had just laughed, thinking they were mental.

"There's no such thing as werewolves, Scott. Me, surviving... That's just luck."

It wasn't until he realized he could smell everything... see everything... hear... that he became suspicious. But he credited his new heightened senses to the pills he was popping every morning. However, when he suddenly got the urge to sink his teeth into his ex's new boyfriend, Danny realized that he wasn't normal.

Then the full moon... And oh, shit. He had ran to Scott the next day, panicking. Believing.

"Finally," Danny said, hearing the noises from next door fade. He could now go to sleep peacefully.

Or, somewhat peacefully. After all, he could still hear his father's obnoxious snores.

Danny remembered the first time he met her.

Her.

Mona Last-Name-Unknown.

He was at his first pack meeting. He was surprised and shocked to see many of the people he knew. Or, at least he thought he knew. Turned out he didn't.

Kira, Lydia, Erica, Boyd, Isaac. Stiles. Derek.

And Mona Last-Name-Unknown. Because of how she always introduced herself. "Mona."

Mona. Without a last name. Not because she hated her last name but because she didn't know it.

She had walked up to him, beaming with excitement, and shook his hand. "Hi, Danny. I'm Mona. Welcome to the pack."

He didn't know when it started. When he started to feel something for Mona. At first he thought it was just strong admiration and pack love. Then he realized it was something much more than platonic.

Danny had walked into the living room, happy that the house was empty. He would finally be able to watch Supernatural reruns in peace. Oh, damn. If Dean Winchester was real... The things Danny would do to him...

But he was distracted; he didn't know that he wasn't alone. Danny was too busy inhaling his BLT to smell it. And he was listening to his music so loud, he didn't hear the quick gasps.

And he didn't hear the shouts of "Danny, get out!"

But he did feel the pillow when it smacked him on his face, catching his attention.

He yanked his earphones out and lowered his sandwich, ready to growl at Stiles. Or maybe Erica.

But it wasn't either. It was Derek. His Beta.

Derek and Mona.

He froze.

Mona.

He didn't remember a time when he felt this embarrassed.

And jealous.

They were both naked, on the couch, arms and legs wrapped around each other, their clothes scattered on the floor.

He could see Mona's smooth pale skin glisten with sweat. And he felt a sudden urge to run his tongue against her skin, to lick the sweat off her body, to taste her.

He could smell her wetness from where he stood.

And he wanted to wrench Derek off of her. He wanted to kiss her hard, to feel her tongue inside his mouth. He wanted to wrap her hair around his hand to feel its softness. To thrust his strong length in her slick, tight core. To hear her moan his name...

"Get out," Derek demanded, eyes flashing red.

Danny bolted out of the living room, slamming the door shut. He ran down the hall and out the house, leaving Derek and Mona alone.

He ran into the forest, dodging the trees, ignoring the thin branches as they whipped against his skin.

He tripped.

Over his own, goddamn feet.

"Fuck," he shouted.

His heart started to beat slow but thump violently against his chest. It felt as if he was dying. Like that day when he got ran over.

He dropped to his knees, choking for air, as if his throat was constricting.

"What – what's happening?" he said, as his vision blurred from the tears.

His body was reacting painfully but he had no idea why. Was it aftershock? Some side effect from the bite? After all, he was still considered a pup, experiencing only 2 full moons.

He leaned against a tree, retching.

And then it clicked.

It made sense.

He felt this before.

He felt it with Josh, Matt, and Mark. The guys he had dated and loved. And the guys who had hurt him, ripped his heart out.

But it didn't make sense. All his life, he was attracted to guys. He remembered the first time he went on a blind date with a girl. It was awful. But when he saw Gianna's older brother, he knew.

Yet, all those times when Mona looked at him, smiled at him, touched him, said his name… He felt as if he was Zeus. Or Poseidon. Or Hades. Or a combination of all three.

And whenever Mona was near him, he felt like he could swallow Nordic Blue Monkshood and still survive.

Like he could get struck by lightning and not get crisped.

But Mona was Derek's. And she was more than just a mate. Derek actually loves her. And she loves him back.

Danny gripped the tree tight, ignoring as it splintered into his hand.

"Mona," he whispered. "Mona."

It hurt.

But he had to get over it.

He had to.

I love Danny!

The first half of the story is gonna be kinda angsty. Because, well, going through something like that is painful. It was pretty painful for me, my whole childhood, teenage years I've always been a lesbian. Until the past few years I've been into men. Of course, it's a shocking thing to go through, lots of denial and stuff. Also, he's new to the pack and a pup! He can't just swoop in and steal Derek's mate!

Hope you guys like it and feel free to tell me what you think!

I'm a strong person. I won't cry if you burn this. (: