"You're failing your classes?" Mom just stared at me, a look of desperation overcoming her as she brushed her fingers through her hair. "What is going on with you?" Mom sat down in the chair, tears beginning to form in her eyes. It took everything in me to not roll my eyes. Of course she would think it had something to do with her. "You're 15 years old and you're throwing your life away. Staying out drinking, not going to class, being rude to me...I don't know what to do with you." Mom's voice trembled, and this time I didn't hold back the eye rolling. I stood up, but not before Mom gently took hold of my arm. "I'm sorry, you can't stay with me anymore."

"What the fuck, Mom?! You're kicking me out?"

"No baby, it's everything. You're getting angrier, out of control, you're not listening...and I can't help you! I don't know how to and you're going to kill someone." I rolled my eyes, headed for the door. "Abby...Abigail, do not walk away from me! We need to talk about this."

I could hear her pathetic attempt at being stern. "I have to go to school now, Mother. Isn't that what you want?" I snapped, biting back my frustration.

"I really think you should stop. You can talk to me with some respect, Abigail." Mom stood with her arms crossed, staring at me-standing up straight.

Anger flustered inside the pit of my stomach and I turned around to face her. "Actually, Mom...you can just go fuck yourself. I'll be back later." I yanked my arm from her grasp, and within a few seconds had my jacket in hand and walking out the door. Even hearing her gasp and her muffled cries did not stop me from walking out.

*****11 PM later that evening******

I should not have had that last beer, I thought to myself as I slowly made my way to the front door. I wasn't drunk, but I had a pounding headache pulsating at the base of my skull. A hint of guilt rushed through me as I placed my hand on the door, recalling the morning's events with Mom. Things between us hadn't been the same since she forced my father to leave us. I couldn't remember the sound of his voice anymore. I shook his memory out of my mind and finally opened the door. I kicked off my shoes at the door and threw my bag down. I started towards the stairs but stopped at a throat clearing.

"Abigail, please come in here." Mom pulled out the kitchen chair and motioned for me to sit. I cautiously sat down, ignoring the man sitting at the other end of the table. He had short black hair, gruff beard and a leather jacket. Mom snapped her fingers and broke my attention. "We need to continue our conversation from this morning."

"Fine." I grumbled, not taking my eyes off the man studying me. "Who is this guy looking at me?"

The guy just smiled, looking at my mother. Mom just sighed, returning a half smile to the man. I already didn't like this.

He stood tall, and extended his hand. "My name is Derek. I'm your uncle." I scowled and refused to shake his hand, ignoring the exchange between him and my mother. "Alright then." Derek dropped his arm down, but not before I noticed the traces of anger in his expression. Good, I thought half smirking, then his words struck me.

"I'm sorry...did you say uncle? Mom, you have a brother?" I stared at my mother as she considered her words. She looked at Derek again, and I wanted to scream but instead forced down the bubbles of sarcasm boiling at the back of my throat.

Derek half-smiled, taking a step forward towards me. "Abigail-"

"My fucking name is Abby." I growled, I could feel my body beginning its shift, but I repeated the words my mother trained me to say: Alpha, Beta, Omega over and over until the urge to claw him to death deferred.

Derek's smile dropped for a second, his voice steady but low. "First off, you do not talk to me like that. Secondly, your biological mother is my sister."

"I'm adopted?"

"Alright, smartass. You know you were adopted, cut it out." Derek's face remained expressionless, but I could see his patience wearing out.

"You knew who they were?" I could taste the vomit in my mouth, listening to the betrayal in my voice. I bit back the tears as I made eye contact with Mom. "How could you not tell me?"

"They asked me not to." Mom replied simply. She put her hand on my shoulder but I pushed it away, glaring at her with disgust. "I'm sorry sweetheart, it was too dangerous. In this case, what you knew could hurt you."

"That's bullshit." I slammed my foot down. "That's complete bullshit. You couldn't tell me who my real parents were?!"

"Alright, knock off the language kid." Derek's same even tempered tone rang through the room. I made eye contact with him, anger boiling in my blood, and he raised his brow. "Really? That's how you want this to go?"

"Yeah. This is exactly how I want it to go." I growled, feeling my claws itching out, my fangs slowly digging into my lip.

Derek half-smiled as he stepped forward and grabbed me by the ear, throwing me down on the ground, not letting his grip loose. He flashed his eyes at me, inching close so that his nose was almost touching mine. "I am your uncle which means by blood, I am also your alpha. You do not disrespect me." My body shook in fear, as his blood-red eyes pierced into mine. He jerked my ear as I quickly muttered a 'yes sir'. He nodded in approval and changed his eyes to human and retracted his teeth. He pulled me up to stand next to him, but kept a hold of my arm.

"Melanie, thank you for watching her. I'm sorry it came to this." Derek gave a heartfelt smile, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Are you sure she can't stay here?" Mom's eyes teared up as she extended her hand out.

"I'm sure. She needs to come back to Beacon Hills with me. I'm sorry, I'm the only one that can protect her now. I promise this isn't the last time you'll see her. Thank you for everything."

"Wait, where am I going?" I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, as I looked up at Derek. "No! Where the fuck am I going?! Get your hand off me!" I growled again, digging my claws into his bicep but unfortunately that did nothing to break his grasp. Instead the stench of annoyance radiated off him. He tightened his grip on me, and dragged me behind him into the living room muttering about me being a stubborn child and something about discipline. He sat on the couch and the next thing I knew I was over his knee, my head almost touching the ground. "Wait...no, what are you doing? I'm not some child!"

Derek chuckled, seething with sarcasm. "Could've fooled me. I didn't want to have to do this but clearly you're leaving me with no choice." He brought his hand down hard on my right cheek, making me yelp. He continued raining down spanks on my jeans, alternating between my right and left. I started squirming, but Derek held his grip over my waist. He was much stronger than me. I fought to remain stoic, and Derek allowed me as he continued spanking me.

"Melanie, did you ever spank her?" Derek asked, a tone of annoyance laced his words.

"I did when she was little, but she became too strong for me when her wolf side started surfacing. She fought me during the spanking, and it became too much."

"She wouldn't let you spank her, huh?" Derek gave a sly laugh, finally stopping. He held me over his lap though, worry began to creep inside my stomach. I started to twist, and he growled. I got the message and held still. "It looks like I'll have to straighten her out and train her as a wolf and a respectful child too." I balled my fists at his emphasis on child, but considering the position I was in, I did nothing. I felt Derek fumble with my buttons and I quickly pushed his hand away, but without success. He had my jeans down to my knees, quickly followed by my panties. He began to spank me much harder than he started with. I immediately cried out in pain, and after a few spanks I started to cry. He rained down spanks covering my whole bottom, quick and furiously. He finally tipped me forward and started raining down spanks on my sit spots, causing me to kick wildly but not making Derek slow down or miss his mark. I finally stopped fighting after the realization sunk in that I truly deserved this spanking...maybe I did have it coming. The tears started transforming from tears of pain to tears of guilt, and I stopped fighting him, crying with every fiber inside me. I finally felt Derek slide my panties back up, pulling my jeans along with them. He let me lay over his lap as he rubbed circles in my back. I finally remembered I was supposed to be a 15 year old and I stood up, finishing buttoning my jeans. I wiped away the tears, finally getting my sobs under control. Derek gently took my arm and stood me in front of him. "That spanking was for how you treated your mother and your disregard for your elders. I know she did not teach you to do so. Really listen to me when I say you don't want me to have to talk to you about this again. Understood?"

"Yeah." I whimpered, wiping away my tears again. I yelped when I felt a few more harsh stings. I looked up at him and his brow was raised. "Yes sir?" I whispered. He nodded in approval.

"You should also know that while you're with me, that's how I'll handle your behavior. You'll get a spanking every time you break a rule. Breaking a rule is disrespect. Do you understand where I'm going with this?"

"That this spanking was a walk in the park?" I whispered, knowing deep down that was the answer.

"Not only that, but if I have to spank you, you will get other punishments depending on what you do. You may have to train extra, do more chores, or whatever it is I come up with. I won't be a dick about it, but you're not going to be a brat and you're going to learn real quick that the attitude you had tonight towards your mother will never happen again, especially not towards me. I'm also going to teach you about being a wolf and your heritage."

"I'm sorry." I glanced over my shoulder, Mom with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you sweetheart." Mom smiled softly, as she placed my duffle bag by the door. "I am going to come visit you, just...being a human makes me unsafe right now. You also need to spend time with Derek." Mom came over, taking my hand in hers. She kissed me gently on the cheek. "It's going to be okay."

"How long do I have to go?" I sniffled, resting my head on Mom's shoulder.

"I don't know sweetie. You and Derek have a lot to talk about. That doesn't mean we won't see each other though. I'm so sorry sweetheart that I didn't talk to you before."

"It's okay Mom." She turned me and gave me a hug as Derek walked out with my duffle. I finally let go of her, guilt still resonating from the spanking Derek gave me. Mom smiled all of a sudden. "What?"

"Oh nothing. I was just recalling the day your dad and I got you. Derek brought you to me when you were about five and I remembered you pouting about having to stay with us, and your uncle Peter had to convince you that it was worth it because we wouldn't be so strict with spanking. He looked up at me and winked, saying that you tended to be a troublemaker, and you told them you were glad you were leaving because he had just spanked you for playing with some weapons that got left out."

"Why don't I remember that...or any of them?" I could see Mom's wide expression as she looked over at my shoulder to Derek.

"You don't remember because Peter erased your memories of us. He had to."

"Was my last name Hale too?"

Derek looked away, a quick look of anxiety washing over him. "No, but we'll talk about that eventually. We need to head out." Derek motioned for me to head out the door and I sighed, taking one last glance at my childhood home.