So, I finally firgured out where I want this story to go and decided to redo it. I hope it is alright. Thank you to all who supported the last version and sorry that I'm changing it!

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"You ready?" Sam asked his small daughter, grinning as she growled at him. He growled back, making her giggle. Skye wasn't a werewolf, but that didn't make her any less capable of trying to take one down. Sam liked to teach her how to fight being she didn't have to superior strength like others in their pack. She had a better sense of smell and sight than most had, but nowhere near as good as a werewolf. He had started teaching her when she was five, which was hard to get her to focus, especially with the Stilinski boy next door and his friend, McCall. She was a year older than the two but that didn't matter to them.

"I was born ready." The six year old said, moving in for the fight. She was very talented and had the energy to fight for hours before finally getting tired. He heard his wife and her father, Victor, laughing at the two before he pinned her. She glared up at him and pouted. "Not fair."

Same laughed before standing and looking over at Angelina, picking Skye up and kissing her forehead. "Let's go out for some ice cream okay?" He asked, petting a few loose blonde curls behind her ears. Her glare turned into a brilliant grin.

"Okay!"

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Sam died a week later, Wolfsbane bullet to the heart. It was taking a toll on Angelina, her other half gone. She was left as the alpha of their pack now, just her, Skye, and her dad. The Stilinskis were helpful; Melody Stilinski cooking for them, Genim keeping Skye busy, and the Sherriff looking for the culprit.

They were currently with the other werewolf pack in town, the Hales. Angelina was good friends with Talia, going to her for help with her alpha abilities. Talia was the alpha of her pack when her dad passed it on to her when he passed. There was Talia and Joe with their children Laura, Derek, Lottie and James. Then Talia's younger brother Liam with his wife Meredith and their children Adam, Patrick, and Molly. Killian, Joe's older brother, also lived there with his wife Elizabeth and his child Pearl. Then Peter, the youngest adult who just graduated college had moved in and was still looking for someone. He was also Joe's brother.

Adam was the oldest at sixteen with Laura a year behind him, both werewolves. Patrick was next at fourteen and human, then Derek at twelve. Molly was a year older than Skye while the twins, Lottie and James, were also six. Molly and James were werewolves while Lottie was human. Pearl was the youngest, just turned one last month.

The twins were Skye's best friends, being there for her during the hard time as much as Stiles was. But the Hales couldn't fix her mother.

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Derek looked into Lottie and James' room when he heard a familiar third heartbeat, looking at Skye as she sat reading Where the Wild Things Are. "What are you doing here?" He asked, tugging at his basketball shorts. She looked up at him, her Bambi eyes wide.

"Mom isn't feeling good so Pap sent me here." She said softly, smiling softly though he could tell it was forced. Derek nodded slowly before slowly moving in. James and Lottie were playing on the game cube, arguing as they raced in Mario Kart.

"I used to love this book when I was younger." He said, feeling waves of sadness coming off the small girl.

She looked up at him and giggled. "Don't go, I'll eat you up I love you so." She sang softly, looking back down at the book. He smiled slightly, looking down at the line in the book. "Dad used to sing that line to me when I was younger before I went to bed."

"Yeah… I remember when all of your dad's pack was around. You're grandma baked the best apple pie and your uncles were pretty cool. We all used to gather together for barbeques and stuff. And your dad used to sing that to your mom whenever he thought no one could hear." Derek said softly, feeling her big eyes on him as he fiddled with the seam of his jeans. "I always thought, if I ever start a family, I want someone to look at me the way Angelina looked at Sam."

Skye grinned at him, though he could feel more sadness roll off of her. "You're gonna have a great big family, Derek. I just know it."

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Three months later, Angelina died from the loss of her mate. Derek watched Skye when her Pap told her. She just… stared. It wasn't a giant shock when the tiny woman grew weaker and weaker with each day. But Skye simply shut down after it.

She finally seemed to realize what had happened at the viewing, seeing her usually radiating and happy mother in a casket. She had started to cry, sob, scream. Talia had taken her in her arms, trying to calm her while she struggled, hitting her arms and wriggling in her grip madly until she slowly relaxed in her arms. Peter had come in, Skye's favorite of the adult Hales and took her into another room with the other kids.

Derek heard quiet crying in Lottie and James' room and slowly moved in, seeing Skye leaning into Lottie's side while she tried to sooth the other ten year old. "Derek, get out!" She yelled, glaring at him.

He glared back before moving closer to Skye. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly. He had turned sixteen the month before and was trying to be more responsible and more of a family guy.

Skye hid her face in Lottie's neck, sniffling and clinging to the giant wolf stuffed animal Derek had won and given to her at a fair last year. Lottie sighed and squeezed her sadly. "At recess, Jackson was picking on Stiles and Scott. When we went to stop him he told Skye she was ugly." She murmured sadly.

Derek had heard of Jackson Whittemore. He sighed and turned Skye's face so she was looking at him. "Jackson Whittemore is a self- centered asshole, okay? You are not ugly, you are actually beautiful." He told her truthfully, looking in her eyes.

Skye looked back in his eyes, trying to find a lie in them before cracking a tiny smile. "Thanks Derek." She whispered, setting her wolf to the side and scooting closer to hug him tightly.

He smiled slightly and hugged her back, letting her soothing scent calm him.

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Derek met Kate on a Friday. He was out with his friends from the lacrosse team at the mall when he caught her looking at him in the food court. She smiled at him and it felt like love at first sight.

Skye and James found them making out in a hallway leading to a set of bathrooms. It all started from there.

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The twins and Skye started ignoring him when he would come home with fading hickeys and swollen lips. Laura would give him disapproving looks before ignoring him as well. Adam and Patrick congratulated him on scoring with an older woman. He was sixteen and his life was great, with or without his family's approval.

After two months, he told her he loved her. And another month after that he told her his family's biggest secret.

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The fire happened on the Wednesday after Derek told Kate. Derek felt an uncomfortable tug on his heart and his wolf felt out of control and he had to leave class. He ran the whole way home, finding Laura already there; watching the firemen and cops put out the fire and go in for bodies. It was the day before Thanksgiving and Derek had only gone to school for Lacrosse. But Adam had come home from college last night and all the kids had stayed home.

He moved up to her, watching as a fireman carried Skye out. They could hear a faint heartbeat and saw that she had burns on her left side, starting at her ribs and ending at her waist.

"I picked her up on my way here. She heard James and Lottie screaming and ran in after them." Laura said, not looking at Derek. "There's mountain ash surrounding the house and I couldn't go in to stop her."

Derek watched the fireman put Skye on a stretcher and an oxygen mask over her face, trying to save the small girl's life. He knew who did this, could smell Kate's perfume. He felt a rage building in him.

"The door to the basement was locked and the smoke was suffocating her." Laura said softly, tears starting to run down her cheeks. "I think she's the only one that made it."

Derek shook his head. He just wanted to wake from this nightmare.

They found themselves in the police station later, talking to the Sherriff, but Derek stayed quiet. Kate was probably gone by now and he was so ashamed of himself. It was his entire fault. They were eventually allowed to leave and go to the hospital where Peter and Skye were, the only two who made it.

Peter was in a coma like state and probably wouldn't come out of it. But Skye would be healed soon with some scars from the fire. Laura was the new alpha and had decided that they needed to leave.

"Hey, Skye." Laura murmured, coming to sit by her on the hospital bed. Skye stayed silent, lightly fiddling with her half of her and Lottie's friendship necklace. "Me and Derek are going to have to leave Beacon Hills for a while, okay? It isn't safe for us anymore."

"So what, you're going to leave me here?" Skye snapped, her eyes turning viscous instead of hollow. Her pap touched her hand but she yanked it from him. "I don't want to stay here! Everyone is dead! Everyone! You three are all I have left and you're just going to leave!?" Her heart was picking up and they realized quickly that she was panicking and wasn't breathing. Laura quickly took her free hand, avoiding her IV and shushed her softly.

"Hey, how about you come with us, okay?" She asked, looking to Victor for approval. He nodded after a moment, kissing Skye's hand. "It'll be like a road trip and we can bring you back anytime you want."

Skye calmed slowly before nodding. "Alright."

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They ended up in a nice apartment in New York. Derek and Skye were enrolled in cyber-school for a while before Derek just got his GED and they sent Skye back to a regular school when she was twelve. Victor came to visit from time to time, but stayed where he grew up and where his wife and child were buried. Derek never told anyone about Kate and they tried to pick up the pieces of their life, establishing a strong bond and dependence on each other.

More often than not, the three would curl up in Laura's bed for a sense of comfort. Derek found himself attached to Skye's singing and liked when she sang the line from Where the Wild Things Are to him before bed. Also, when Laura, who had become a nurse, was gone, Derek usually woke to Skye crawling into his bed with him.

Each loved each other greatly. And although they missed their friends back home, like Stiles and Scott, they found home too hard to even think of, let alone visit.