A/N: I would like to say first of all that I am currently using WordPad to write this in as my new lap top does not yet have Microsoft Office. Due to this, I don't have anything to check my spelling or grammer, so I'm playing it by ear. This is also my first attempt at a Teen Wolf fan fiction.

Summary: Set one month after season 1. Peter Hale's reign of terror is now gone from Beacon Hills, and a new Alpha stands in his place. Derek Hale is trying to rebuild his life; but living so long as a broken man can make letting go difficult. With a new pack by his side, will he finally be able to live or will the past drag him down into the ashes? WARNING: Here Be Slash.

Further Notes: Jackson is a werewolf. Lydia is not a werewolf but out of the hospital and doing fine.

Chapter 1

Rebuild

A howl split through the dark tranquility of the forest. The strength of it seemed to strike up a wind that caused the tree limbs to shudder and bend, their leaves parting to show the glowing gem of the full moon that seemed to hang pregnant in the sky. In the distance, two less powerful but none the less impressive howls took up the chorus as the beta wolves alerted their alpha to their location.

It was Jacksons first full moon as a werewolf, and the first full moon where Scott didn't have to worry about some insane alpha trying to compel him to kill someone. That didn't mean that blood wouldn't spill that night, but taking the life of a deer would not cause any of them guilt.

They had discussed their hunting tactic before the moon had forced them to change. Their alpha had scented a herd of deer sleeping in a clearing within their territory. Scott and Jackson would circle around from opposite sides. Their alpha would start the hunt, driving the deer towards his waiting betas. He would trip it up, capture it, and leave the killing blows for them. The shared kill would form a bond between the three, truly making them pack.

The alpha slowly made his way towards the clearing. The deer were already startled by the chorus of howls that had awoken them from their peaceful slumber. Black fur blended in with the inky darkness of the night and the only thing that could be seen were two glowing red eyes. A sudden shift in the wind brought his scent to them, and the panic set them running, right towards his Betas. The alpha allowed himself to enjoy the chase for a few minutes befor reaching out with a front paw and batting at the hind legs of a massive buck that would easily feed the three of them. The alpha then used his large body to cover the deer, pinning it to the ground. He let up another howl, this one sounding victorious.

It was only a matter of moments before the two betas made their way to where their alpha held the struggling deer. Scott slashed out with razor sharp claws at the belly, while Jackson did the same to the throat, silencing the deer's anquished cries. When the heart stopped beating, the three wolves threw their heads back and howled as one.

The alpha got the first taste of their still warm meal before giving a small growl to tell his betas that they could now join in...and they did.

The early morning light once again proved to be a worthy foe for one Stiles Stilinski. The window was right to the right of his bed, and he always slept the best when he faced it...at least that was until the sun began to rise in the east and right into his bedroom window. It somehow seemed to slash right into his eyes every morning without fail. He would grumble and move his head around on his pillow in an attempt to keep it from burning his eyes from behind his lids, but every morning it somehow succeeded in proving to be more stubborn than he was.

This morning was no different. With a humph of defeat, he qucikly arched his back and flipped over onto his left side, with a mumbled curse on his lips before he once again snuggled into the warmth and comfort of his safe little caccoon...

Then he heard the curse of someone falling through the same window that caused him so much trouble as their foot caught on the sill, causing them to fall ungracefully on their face. Twin groans sounded in the room. One of the came from Scott McCall who had just tripped through the window and landed right on his nose, and the other from the room's owner who knew that he wouldn't be getting to sleep again any time soon. A quick look at the clock told him it was only eight in the morning, which was far too early for any sane teenage boy to get up on a weekend.

"Scott..." Stiles whines as he pulled the covers over his head and tried to burrow benith his covers and back into the sancutary of darkness that they provided. "It's way too early to be up on a Saturday. Go'way"

The teen wolf simply ripped the covers off of his best friend's body and snickered when he saw the Power Rangers boxers that his best friend was wearing.

"Derek's orders. Pack meeting. I've been calling but you haven't answered your phone."

Stiles could now remember the annoying bee like buzzing that had come from his phone as it vibrated on his bedside table. He had grabbed it about an hour ago and tossed it none to gently at his wall before going back to sleep. Then the sun had decided it was going to be mean and burn his eyes...and now Scott was waking him up in person. He just could NOT get any sleep today. Fate was just NOT on his side. 'Fate', Stiles decided, 'is a bitch.'

And now Stiles couldn't even feel the bed beneith him anymore. He reached out, searching for his pillows, but his sleep addled mind had no idea why he couldn't find them...not until he felt coldness surround him as Scott put him in his shower and turned the cold water on.

Sheriff Stilinski could hear his son's shocked screams as he was assulted by the icey torrent of water all the way from the police station.

Stiles remained silent as he drove to the old Hale property with his friend Scott beside him. This was an amazing feat for Stiles as he was almost constantly talking. Being so rudely awoken however, had put him in a foul mood and he knew that the best way to get back at Scott was to simply not talk to him. It would grate on Scott's nerves. He hated when Stiles was mad at him and he knew when Stiles was really mad at him because that was when his best friend gave him the silent treatment. He was nearly begging for his friend to talk by the time they finally pulled up outside of the burned Hale House. There were three other cars in the are. The first was the black Camero that belonged to Derek Hale, the alpha of the pack. The second was the silver Porche that belonged to one Jackson Whittemore, the newest wolf in the pack. The last was a truck that had 'Thompson Construction' written across the side in bold black letters.

Derek Hale stepped out of the burned house beside Jackson and a man that Stiles could only assume belonged to the truck. Derek shook hands with the construction worker before the man finally got into his truck and drove away. Stiles took that moment to open the door of his baby blue Jeep and made his way over to the two werewolves.

"What was that about?" Stiles may not have been talking to Scott, but that didn't mean he wouldn't speak to Derek...even if Derek still scared him a little. Okay, scratch that, as Derek turned to look at Stiles; he realized that he was scared of him...a lot.

"I'm alpha now, and have a pack to think about. Every alpha needs to provide for their pack and the first step is shealter. So I'm having the house rebuilt, and with a few additions. There will be a sprinkeler system for one. Unfortunatly, the only thing that can really be saved is the foundation but I'll find some purpose for the left over wood."

Stiles was nearly shocked with how normally Derek was actually speaking. There had been no threats delivered his way, and he hadn't yet been slamed up against anything. He gave a little look towards Jackson, silently asking if Derek was okay. The other teen simply shrugged.

"Right. Well, Scott woke me up from a very nice sleep because he said there was a pack meeting which brings me to this. Why exactly was I needed for this. I'm not exactly pack. I don't sprout fur and drink from the toilet bowl like the rest of you do."

Stiles winces as he felt himself slammed up against the side of the house. He was actually quite suprised that he hadn't actually gone through the wall, what with the house being in such bad condition. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with glowing red eyes and very sharp white teeth. Stiles didn't understand how anyone could possibly need that many teeth. Derek's mouth opened and he growled before lunging forward and snapping his jaw shut...right beside Stiles' ear.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna die."

Derek chuckled darkly before letting Stiles go. The truth was, he had always planned on turing Stiles. He had watched the teen closely throught the hunt for the alpha. He had watched as Stiles devoured any knowledge that he could find about werewolves, and listened intently to everything Derek had to say while he was trying to teach Scott. Then there was the way that Stiles always thought about others first. His uncle had been right, Stiles would have made a much better wolf than Scott, but that night fate had decided that it would be Scott that Peter found first. 'Fate' Derek decided, 'is a bitch.'

"It isn't uncommon for werewolves to have at least one human in their pack. Usually it happens through marriage, but sometimes they accept a human that knows their secret and has helped them in some way. I never would have been able to stop Peter if you hadn't helped Stiles. If that dosn't earn you a spot int he pack, I don't know what could. Besides, I never said I wouldn't turn you. It's just that teaching two teens how to deal with being wolves is hard enough as it is. Especially when Scott is a thick headed idiot."

A loud and insulted 'Hey!' from Scott led Stiles to remember that his friend was still there. Derek simply growled back before looking at the three teens around him.

"It's time to rebuild. The house is just step one. Then...then we'll move on to making the Hale pack great again."

Stiles thought he saw a flicker of lonelieness flash in Derek's eyes. He knew what it was because that same look had been heavy in his own when his mother had died. But the flicker was gone before it could ever truly register, but that didn't mean that Stiles hadn't seen it. Stiles always saw.

'Yes', Stiles thought. 'It's time to rebuild. But not just the house and the pack Derek...you need us to help rebuild you.' Of course, he would never say it aloud. That was something he knew would get him killed.

Well, there is chapter 1. I hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think and tell me who you might think would make good wolves for the new Pack.