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Derek stared at the ceiling of his living room, his arms crossed behind his head as he reclined on the couch. His home isn't the old pile of dust it was months before. No, because him and his pack worked to rebuild the majority of the house that had been burned and destroyed in the unfortunate fire long ago. The fire that had taken away everything and everyone Derek loved. Sure, he had the pack now and having to take care of his Betas was a useful distraction from his thoughts. However, most of the time, he still felt alone.

Derek reached into his pocket and dug out his phone to check the time: 6:26PM November 22nd, 2012. He was going to be alone on Thanksgiving again, per usual. He wasn't complaining though; by now, he was well used to celebrating the holidays by himself.

There were times where Derek missed the old memories where the Hale house would be filled with family members greeting each other. Laura would create a playlist of holiday music on her iPod to play softly in the background, and his parents would call everyone to sit at the dinner table. Derek's father would say grace and the turkey would be brought out of the kitchen, eyes following whoever was carrying it. The kids would then narrow their eyes at each other, ready to compete for the first slice of turkey.

Sometimes, Derek could still imagine the tantalizing aroma of his mom's home-cooked turkey. At times, he could still hear his aunts' and uncles' comments on how tall he'd gotten, or how he was growing up to be a man. Derek felt that he didn't exactly grow up to be the man everyone expected him to be though. No one had ever expected him to become an Alpha; that was supposed to be his father, and then Laura's job. Derek wished that they were still here, that he could have some kind of guidance in what to do. However, like most things he wished for, he knew he was never going to have them.

Deciding that it was time to stop moping around, Derek pushed himself off the couch and made to grab his car keys. It seemed that this Thanksgiving was just going to be another night spent at the local bar… that is, until he heard rapping at the front door.

Derek raised an eyebrow questioningly, keys in hand and his eyes on the doorknob. He wasn't expecting anyone, and he hadn't called a pack meeting since he had known it was a holiday. Frowning slightly, he reached to open the door and was met with seven pairs of ecstatic eyes.

"Hey sourwolf," Stiles said, glancing at the keys Derek had in his hand. "Uh, are you going somewhere or something?"

Derek shook his head, the frown remaining on his forehead. He took this time to fully observe his pack and saw that all the members were holding boxes. He didn't need his heightened senses to be able to tell there was food inside. Confused, he murmured, "I didn't call for a pack meeting."

Isaac replied, "We know, but… it's Thanksgiving, and we're all pack. Pack is basically family, right? And… well, family spends holiday together." He held up the box he was holding as demonstration. The rest of the pack nodded in agreement.

"Are we going to eat now? It's freezing out here and the food is getting cold," Lydia sighed and didn't wait for a reply as she pushed her way past Derek into the Hale house. The rest of the teenagers followed her lead and chatted excitedly, ready to celebrate their first holiday together.

Derek felt a tug at the corner of his lips as he closed the door and joined his pack.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first fic ever! Decided to write this since Thanksgiving is coming up. Hope you all enjoyed this, please review and let me know what you think! Have a happy holiday!