My blanket disclaimer for the whole story: The owners don't need to write fanfiction. So logically, I am probably not the owner. Teen Wolf belongs to whoever the law says it does.

Synopsis: There is more to the world of Teen Wolf than just werewolves, hunters, and kanimas. Derek's past becomes a part of Beacon Hills' present. Will this heal the cracks in the werewolves of Beacon Hills and Derek before the Alpha pack and what Gerard have become destroys them all? Includes OCs, but will include the full cast of characters. Begins after Season 2 and the start of the characters junior year.

Read on and give some honest criticism.

"I know someone who can help," Derek said reluctantly to Scott as they stared over the body of another victim.

"With the Alpha pack or whatever Gerard has become?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "Both."

"And you're just mentioning this now. Maybe this person could have helped with Peter or the kanima." Scott growled out.

"I said can, not will."

Isaac asked, "Why wouldn't they help?"

"Because…I broke her heart." Derek walked away his shoulders tense and his stride anger.

Derek had been staring at the number on his phone for the last two hours. Every time he thought about pushing send he hesitated. Facing her again would be worse than losing his sister.

"Maybe you can use the power of your mind to get her to call you first," Isaac said as he walked in the room.

"Shut up."

"Just push send."

Growling under his breath, he thought about killing Isaac to avoid this phone call. His better judgment kept him from doing it as honestly that would only delay the inevitable. Pushing send with more violence than necessary, he nearly broke his screen. Holding the phone to his ear, he looked at Isaac and growled, "Get outta here."

After the third ring, he almost hung up but the click of the call being answered stopped him. When nothing came through the phone, he said, "Hello?"

"Well if it isn't the big bad wolf. I am surprised you had the cojones to call after you shattered my sister's heart. Is this call to tell her that you can no longer deal with the guilt and shame so you're going to kill yourself via tree mulcher or are you calling to rip out what's left and dance on it?"

In the background, he heard a muffled voice yelling, "SNOW, I told you not answer that. Hang up NOW!"

"No way. I'm going to give this wanna-be-wolf a piece of my mind," Snow yelled to the voice.

"Open this door, you brat, or I'll break it down!"

"Talk fast, asshat," Snow said over the banging in the background.

"Laura's dead. I'm an alpha. The alpha pack is here. I bit a man whose blood was laced with mountain ash. I need to talk to her."

Silence.

"Fuck me…not literally…you really know how to get the shit to hit the fan," Snow said, before the sound of something shattering interrupted her, and was quickly followed by what he presumed was a struggle for the phone. He heard "NO! Don't do," and, then, click.

Derek stared in frustration at his phone as 'call ended' flashed on the screen.

"Well that was interesting," Isaac said.

"I said get out."

"Why?" Isaac began as the phone started ringing.

Derek stared at the phone like it was a riddle he couldn't solve. Isaac walked closer and saw 'Frost' lighting up the screen.

"Snow & Frost? What are they abominable snowmen?"

His voice snapped Derek out of his stupor, and he answered right before it went to voicemail. "He..llo" he said softly his voice cracking before catching a glimpse of Isaac's face. Trying again louder, he said, "Hello."

"You're still an asshole. I don't forgive you."

"I know," he said mussing his hair with one hand.

"Good. Now, where are you?"

"Beacon Hills, California."

He heard her typing in the background.

"I will be on the next flight out."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I'm not doing this for you," Frost said angrily.

"I didn't think you would do it at all."

He heard her sigh. "Some things are bigger than even your epic ability to be an asshole."

"I'll text you the address."

"Ok..." silence. "I'm sorry about Laura. Honestly, I sometimes imagine pouring gasoline on your crotch and setting it on fire just to watch you suffer, but I never hated you so much that I wanted you to lose your sister."

"Tha…Wait, you imagine what?" Derek said.

"You still suck balls." Click.

"Intense." Isaac muttered.

"Seriously, go find somewhere else to be," Derek growled his eyes glowing red.

Ok, so that's my teaser. Review, critique, encourage or discourage as you feel led. Your voice may determine whether I flesh this out into a complete story.