Title: Yours to Command
Rating: M or NC17
Pairing: Jackson/Danny(Focus), Scott/Allison and others
Warnings: Sexual Situations(some could be seen as Dubious Consent), Violence(blood/gore) and Language
Spoilers: May contain spoilers for Series 1 and will for season 2(written after S02E08 aired) Goes AU from season 1 but minor changes,
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is not mine(MTV's) and I make nothing from it.
Summary: When multiple Alphas begin to immerge sides must be picked and lines drawn and recruiting new Beta's becomes a need for survival. Derek agrees to give Jackson 'the bite,' but refuses to accept him into his pack, on account of, like most people, he just really doesn't like Jackson. The gift doesn't manifest properly in Jackson and he blames Lydia effectively ostracizing himself from all save Danny. Now Jackson is forced to confront his deepest fears and most buried secrets and his only salvation may lie in overcoming his worst enemy, himself.

Note: this story will go up to M rating. Also the prologue spans roughly two weeks, a week before the full moon and a week after it. The characters POV's take place chronologically.

Prologue - Snow Moon

(Jackson)

Jackson lay in bed for the sixth day in a row. He hadn't missed the entire week of school along with both lacrosse games and practices. While the first couple of days he hadn't received a single call by the third day he ignored several. He'd check the messages and his missed call log but they were all from only two different numbers. Twice coach Finstock had called to shout into his voicemail about missing practice, but every other call had been from Danny.

He cared about Danny, best friends since four years old, but it stung that no one else bothered to check on his health. Jackson expected as much though, its how things have always been, people came and went but only Danny remained the same, ever loyal. He felt bad ignoring his best friends calls but he really had no idea what to say.

'Sorry I haven't been at school Danny, a werewolf bit me and now I'm slowly dying from the bite. There is a small chance I'll pull through and become a werewolf myself, but Derek says bleeding from all your orifices is a bad sign, but hey you can have my Porsche when I inevitably drop dead.'

Jackson closed his eyes and ignored the wetness that escaped sliding down his cheek. He wasn't sure if it was blood or tears but clearing the blood steaming from his nose was priority, it wouldn't do to drown in his own blood before bleeding to death.

He swallowed and rolled onto his side clenching his eyes closed in order to drown out the sight of a sea of bloodied tissues scattered about his floor. Jackson's not much of a science guy but he's sure he's bleed enough over the past six days to have bleed to death a few times by now.

Jackson woke cursing himself for falling asleep. When he slept he couldn't clean the bleeding as he came and woke in a pool of his own blood. He'd need to buy a new mattress of he survives and hope his parents don't notice him dragging the old one out. He wasn't really worried about that though, his parents haven't been in to check on him once in the last six days. Being senior partners at a prestigious law firm meant long hours and frequent travel, Jackson had the house to himself more than not.

Jackson rolled out of bed trying to ignore the sticky sensation of having drying blood clinging him to his sheets. He waded through the tissues and made his way to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He scrubbed his skin raw under the hot water until it turned cold and eventually shut off the valves, dried off and got dressed.

It had been about an hour since he woke up and not a single bleed, it seemed like a good sign, the longest he's gone so far. Jackson pulled the too large garbage bag out of his desk garbage and picked up all the tissues. Surveying his now clean floor he grabbed the sheets and pillow cases off his bed and made his way to the laundry room. He was pretty sure they'd need to be thrown out like the mattress but with a washing at least they'd be usable until he can go buy some replacements.

Grabbing the bag of stained tissue Jackson stepped out of his house and into the cool night for the first time in six days. He took a deep breath and allowed himself to enjoy the cool night air. He walked to end of his driveway and threw the bag into the trash bin.

For the first time in his life he took time to stare into the nights sky and enjoy the scenery. The beautiful black sea of stars gleaming in the sky, a view you couldn't hope to see in a larger city. It was a week until the full moon, a week until he'd know if he became a werewolf or simply ceased living. A week ago becoming a werewolf had meant everything to him, it meant reclaiming his Captain position on the team and putting McCall back in his place, it meant showing Lydia she had made a mistake when she decided to make out with McCall in the coaches office. But most of all, though he denied it at the time it had meant becoming part of a pack, being accepted into a group. He couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped at that last thought.

He turned and walked slowly up the short path back to his house remembering with vivid detail his conversation with Derek after he had asked for the bite.

"You owe me Derek, I want what's mine," Jackson had demanded.

"I'll give you what you want because I hate being indebted to you, but after this we're done," Derek had replied. "I want nothing to do with you, you're not welcome in any pack of mine."

Jackson had swallowed down the disappointment from those words and threw on his usual mask and responded. "Fine by me, you don't really strike me as someone with leadership qualities anyway."

Jackson remember the searing pain in his side and shortly after passed out. When he woke up he was submerged in water in the river that ran through the forest and lay about half a mile from Derek's manor. The guy had actually dragged Jackson's unconscious body half a mile to toss him into the river.

Jackson reached for the handle of his house and gave it a twist pushing to door open.

"Jacks!" Danny voice called form behind him.

Jackson turned to see his friend jogging up the driveway stopping a few feet in front of Jackson.

"Dude, where have you been? I've called you like thirty times and left several messages," Danny says eyeing Jackson up and down.

"Been sick." Jackson really doesn't want to get into this, Danny worries and when he worries he goes all mother hen and that's the last thing Jackson needs because ignoring his potential doom is the only thing keeping him together.

"Jacks, come one man. You've been distant for awhile now and I'm starting to really worry about you," Danny admits, tucking his hands into his jacket pocket to shield them from the cool night air.

Jackson swallows and braces himself to say what he needs to. He knows telling Danny the truth is going to lead to a fight, there is no way Danny will believe him without proof. Proof which he doesn't have. But it will get Danny upset with him and get him to leave before Jackson starts bleeding all over the place again and Jackson doesn't want Danny to know about that.

"You won't believe me."

"Try me," Danny says with conviction. For a moment Jackson almost believes that Danny will, but then realizes how absurd that is given no one in their right mind would believe in the supernatural without undeniable proof.

"You know how McCall went from permanently benched cause of his asthma to Co-Captain in less than a week?" Jackson makes sure to point out McCall's Co-Captain bit first because Danny will definitely write him off if he sounds like he's being petty, which he admits he is being a little.

"Yeah," Danny nods his head sceptically, like he doesn't understand what Scott's Co-Captain has to do with Jackson's health.

"He got bit by a werewolf and now has super speed and strength." Danny's looking at him like he's waiting for the punch line and Jackson knows things are going to blow up bad pretty quickly.

"Lets pretend I believe you, how does that effect your health, where were you this last week?" Jackson can see how hard Danny is trying, he's frustrated with Jackson because he was worried sick. Jackson knows he's put him through a lot and Danny's the one person he actually feels guilty about treating poorly.

"I made McCall help me become a werewolf too, only my bodies rejecting it, making me sick. I've been bleeding all week." Jackson tries to say in nonchalant, he knows he's being manipulative at the moment and hates himself for it. He knows Danny will blow up at him any moment now and later when he learns Jackson told him the truth he'll feel guilty for doubting him. It's a trick he picked up from dating Lydia.

"You know what Jackson, fuck you," Danny says through clenched teeth. "I've been worried sick about you all week and you give me this bullshit? Fuck you. Don't talk to me again until you're ready to apologise."

Danny doesn't give him a chance to reply, just spins on his heel and storms off down the driveway back to his car. Jackson swallows the lump in his throat as he watches his last friend walk away. It hurts a lot more than he thought it would, he's seen many friends over the years turn their backs and walk away from him, but none effected him so fully.

Jackson closes his eyes tightly and forces the tears back. He did this to himself he doesn't deserve to be upset by it, Danny does. He watches Danny's care disappear around the corner and turns to walk back into his empty house.

(Lydia)

Standing their naked in the forest with nothing but the light of the full moon to illuminate the night Lydia understood now, the crazy events of the past few months finally make sense. It was like solving a maths problem with a missing variable. Now that she has it, it being that werewolves apparently do indeed exist, solving and understanding the problem, like all maths problems was simple.

Scott must have been bitten and become a werewolf which explains the overcoming asthma and the sudden dexterous abilities on the lacrosse field, seems a bit like cheating as far as she's concerned. But now that Jackson dumped her she really could care less about lame lacrosse.

She now understands Allison's obsession with her family history, a history of werewolf hunters. Which apparently isn't so much history and more werewolf hunters. Considering everything that just happened finding a new best friend might be in her near future.

It explains the weird attacks around town and why exactly that 'mountain lion' didn't look very mountain liony. Above all it explains why she ripped apart her favourite dress after transforming into a giant wolf and going running on all fours into the woods.

Apparently whatever bite her was indeed a werewolf and left her in a similar predicament. She can't help but find the whole experience perversely exhilarating scientifically. The enhanced speed and strength, sight, hearing and sense of smell. What she finds most fascinating though is the innate instincts that seem to come with the new transformation.

Her instincts tell her that Scott is a Beta, but one without a pack, so really an Omega. That older guy he hangs out with an Alpha, but she's not sure how big his pack is yet. She's not sure what it is that determines whether someone turns into an Alpha or Beta but she has a suspicion that the bite simply turns you into a werewolf and to become a Alpha you must show dominance over the other pack members, much like real wolves. Which makes her wonder why it is that she turned out to be an Alpha. She suspects its in thanks to Jackson and his complete assery. She followed him around for two years playing the bimbo to make him look good just to get dumped via text. No, she would never follow someone around again, from here on Lydia would lead.

Amusingly she has the strange urge to seek out the other Alpha and challenge him, clearly she was going to have to keep her instincts in control or else she'll turn into Jackson and start solving all her problems by assaulting them.

No, the situation requires far more subtly. First she needs to build a pack before she can think of challenging another Alpha. Three Beta's are needed to cement one, she's sure. So three people she has to pick, trust to be at her side.

Then there is the Argents. The thought of being hunted isn't overly appealing, but maybe she can give them some perspective to draw their attention inwards and tackle all three problems at once.

Lydia always prided herself on being a master of manipulation and always wanted minions. She couldn't help feeling that this year was starting to look up.

(Danny)

"Ben I'm sorry, come back," Danny called as he follows his boyfriend out of the club and into the cool night air. It's been a week since he's talked to Jackson, ever since the guy fed him that lame tale about werewolves and super powers. He regrets his words, regrets telling Jackson not to talk to him until he apologises. Of Jackson's many fine qualities stubborn thick headedness is among his finest and the guy can hold a grudge. Though until now Danny had always been the exception to the rule. He had counted on Jackson lasting a day, three tops before he came muttering a half-assed apology. Only its been a week and they haven't talked, Jackson barely showing up for school and when he does he keeps to himself.

As the week progressed Danny was becoming more and more distracted and spending obscene amounts of time trying to figure out away to fix things between him and his best friend. Only he tends to forget he has a boyfriend and those are meant to come first. This reason is exactly why Danny goes through boyfriends so quickly, because he spends far to much time worrying over his best friend. And its exactly this reason that Ben stormed off the dance floor and out of the club.

Sometimes Danny didn't know why he always put Jackson above his boyfriends, its not like Jackson puts out or holds him at night. He's not there to listen when he needs someone to vent to about how rude and arrogant Jackson was being at school that day.

But then Jackson would do something to remind Danny of the guy he keeps hidden from the world. The one who stands at his gay best friends side and cracks lacrosse sticks over peoples heads when they use the word fag. And in those moments Danny would remember that he is one of only two people who Jackson would ever stand up for. Danny can't deny how special that makes him feel, Jackson's never been one to let people in easily but once he considers you friend that was it. He'd always be in your corner.

Now Danny just needed to learn to balance Jackson drama with boyfriend drama to prevent dying alone. "Ben, please I'm sorry. I promise you have my full attention now!" Danny called as he followed the fleeing man down the alley leading to his car.

Ben stops and turns and he looks ready for a fight, but facing Danny was his mistake. Ben looking his way is what he needed, he knew he could calm him down and get the upper hand if he could just get him to turn around.

Danny runs his hands through his hair. It looks like a frustrated gesture but with both arms in the air the tug on his tight dark blue shirt pulls the bottom up exposing Danny's abs and Ben's argument dies and he stairs at Danny's midriff. It's a low move, one he picked up from hanging out with Lydia far to often, she's used the same move on Jackson more than once. Danny watches as Ben swallows eyes never drifting from Danny's well defined abs.

"You're full attention?" Ben asks, voice husky as he slowly approaches Danny.

"Complete and undivided." Danny skilfully backs himself into a wall like a trapped animal while he waits for Ben to move in. He takes a moment to appreciate the clear sky, how the moon is full and beautiful.

He feels Ben's hand slid under his shirt appreciating the definition of Danny's toned build. It slides over his hip and his fingers dip down the waist of his jeans.

"I guess I'll have to find ways to keep you focused," Ben says as he closes the distance and places a chaste kiss on Danny's lips. Ben's lips are chapped and dry and Danny lets out a moan when Ben presses his body against his own.

They don't get very far before Ben lets out a gasp that sounds more pain than pleasure. Danny pulls away and asks if he's okay.

"Fine," Ben answers as his hand wonders to the back of his neck. "Something scratched me," he adds.

Ben pats the back of his neck and then inspects the hand. There is a small amount of blood mixed with some transparent liquid and they both look at it with confused expressions.

"My bodies feeling a little tingly," Ben says and Danny barely has enough time to catch him when Ben's legs all of a sudden give out. "I'm loosing feeling from my neck down," Ben's voice is full of panic.

Danny lowers Ben to the ground and pulls out his phone and quickly calls 911. Explains to the operator that his friends going paralyzed and tries to explain that no he didn't fall or get hit by anything, but he did get a scratch before everything went numb.

Danny kneels beside Ben trying to keep him calm, trying to keep himself calm. He leans his head back and rubs the heel of his hand against his eye trying to focus and fight back the rising panic of his own.

Its then that Danny notices it. Crouching down no more than 10 feet away just staring at Danny. From where its positioned behind Ben he has no hope of seeing it and for that Danny is glad. Danny's feels as though he's about to start crying out of fear and can only imagine how Ben would feel seeing that thing while paralyzed from the neck down.

Danny kneels there and feels like a deer caught in the headlights. He's not paralyzed, he could run and never forgive himself for abandoning Ben. Or stay and risk them both being eaten. Danny knows he's been silent for awhile and Ben's mumbling on trying to get his attention but he cant take his eyes of the creature. Gradually his panic subsides and he gains control his senses again. He studies the creatures dark blue skin, no not skin, scales. It has a long slender tail that has good mobility given the way it swings about in the air. Its claws and teeth long and sharp, but what captivated Danny is its eyes.

They're slighted like a reptiles and have a green hue to them, but what he notices most of all is that look, the look of someone who is lonely and desperately wants somewhere to belong. He knows that look all to well, it's the look Jackson wears constantly and Danny realizes that Jackson had been telling the truth.

"Jackson?" Danny calls out to the creature but it doesn't respond, doesn't show any signs of recollection, but Danny knows, he just knows its him.

Leave it to Jackson to find out about werewolves and try to join their club only to complicate it and become something else entirely. Danny wonders not for the first time if Jackson was capable of doing things the easy way.

Danny stands up and slowly walks toward the creature ignoring Ben's shouts. He vaguely remembers saying something about something important came up and not to worry the paramedics will be there soon. He's vaguely aware of Ben responding by breaking up with him and other colourful words for leaving him alone in an alley.

Danny hates himself a little for leaving Ben like that, but clearly Jackson's predicament is a little more dire. Danny approached the creature and stopped about a foot away and dropped to his knees to look it in the eyes. It never took its eyes away from Danny and didn't try to flee. He stared at it for awhile and then realized its left hand was raised, fingers splayed out. Danny wasn't sure what exactly was happening but he knew it held significance. He mimicked the creatures gesture by raising his right hand and holding it up a mere inch away. The creature pushed his hand forward and Danny felt the cool touch of its scaled hand.

Danny wasn't sure what exactly had transpired but the panicked feeling and the slight fear he felt had felt since first seeing the creature vanished completely and he felt strangely safe. Like he knew it wouldn't let anyone harm him.

"Come on Jackson, lets get you to bed," Danny said as he walked to his car, knowing without a doubt the creature would be right behind him.

(Allison)

Allison lay on her bed staring at the ceiling contemplating the complexities of her life. It was weird how drastically things have changed since coming to Beacon Hills. Her first real boyfriend whom she was on the verge of falling in love with. Her first group of friends that genuinely seemed to care about her. But finding out her boyfriend is a werewolf and she comes from a family of werewolf hunters took the cake.

Her aunt turned out to be a little nuts and unable to distinguish between enemy and innocent and now her absentee grandfather was here with a whole new battalion of hunters to help slaughter the werewolves.

Allison's phone vibrated from where it rested on her stomach. She picked it up and read the text from Stiles.

Outside hurry your mom scares me

Smiling Allison threw her legs over the edge of the bed, grabbed her purse and phone and left her room. She ran down the stairs and shouted, "going out with Stiles to check on Lydia, be back later."

She didn't wait for a response, just ran out the door slamming it behind her and jogged towards Stiles' jeep. She slid in the passenger door and said to Stiles, "don't worry, she scares everyone."

They road in silence until the house was out of sight and Stiles called out, "safe."

Scott's head popped up from the pile of blankets lying on the floor in the back seat.

"You're whole family scares me," Scott says leaning in and giving her a kiss on the lips. "Though that might be because of the whole werewolf hunting thing."

Allison turned quiet not knowing how to respond to Scott's comment. It was becoming a common occurrence between them of late. She sighed hoping that their attempt at convincing Derek to stop creating werewolves goes better than her attempt with her family to stop hunting them.

(Derek)

Derek tossed Isaac onto the ground next to Erica yet again. Every time they attacked they followed the same pattern. Isaac trying to get the drop on Derek from above and Erica from behind. Boyd simply sat off to the side refusing to practice.

Derek sighed. Targeting these kids had been easy picks, lost sheep that wanted to feel like they belonged. Derek had been in need of a pack and simply picked the ones he knew would agree. They were all more or less useless with the exception of making himself stronger. He needed them to learn now the hunters weren't going to sit back and give them time. Not for the first time he cursed Scott's stubbornness for refusing to join. If he had at least one competent pup it would make training the rest so much easier.

He almost regretted refusing Jackson into the group. Jackson would've been a competent and likely powerful member of the pack. He had natural athleticism which would translate well in the transformation. There was just something about the guy that rubbed him the wrong way, like he was more snake than wolf and wouldn't hesitate to sell the pack out to save his own skin. Though looking back throwing the guy into the river was a little harsh, but at least it got the message across, Jackson hadn't asked to join. He hadn't seen the boy since, except when he checked on him at the school. Things were looking bad and Derek was sure he wouldn't make it passed the full moon.

What Derek hadn't expected was the pang of worry that surfaced when he found Jackson bleeding in the washroom stalls. Like his wolf-half was worried for the safety of its first pup. His human-half had squashed those feeling quickly, he wouldn't let himself worry about Jackson.

"Derek, we need to talk," Scott's voice echoed throughout the abandon subway.

Derek sighed again, he was expecting this. Scott playing the moral compass and trying to get him to stop expanding his pack. Some day's Derek didn't know whether he wanted to convince Scott to join his pack or rip out his throat, he had a feeling today was a throat day.

(Scott)

"Derek, you have to stop this. You're just using them for your own protection!" Scott knows his words fall on deaf years, Derek doesn't care and certainly isn't going to stop. But he hopes if he shouts loud enough one of the Beta's he's recruited will come to their senses.

"They know McCall, they all still asked for it. Given everything that you got from the bite would you really give it up?" Derek has him on that. He'd like to say with all the drama and life threatening situations that he's been faced with he would, but he knows its not true. Its thanks to the werewolf thing that's got him his spot as co-captain on the lacrosse team and gave him the confidence to ask Allison out. It gave him the opportunity to finally one up Jackson and he wouldn't give up any of those things.

"You're going to get them killed." There is no heat to his argument anymore. He can understand why the three of them took Derek up on his offer even with all the danger that comes with it. Erica and her issues that came with epilepsy and the medication, Isaac and his fathers abuse, Boyd and his social obscurity. He understands the desire to belong, be part of a group or in this case pack. How freeing it feels to be able to complete suicide runs without the aid of his inhaler. How empowering it is to finally put the bully in his place and know that you could take him.

They seem like small things to anyone who doesn't have to deal with them on a daily bases, but their not. If it wasn't for Stiles and Allison and even Lydia and Jackson he'd likely be right there with them.

"Join us than McCall. If you're so worried about them join us. We're stronger as a pack, you know that. If you thought Peter was powerful wait until you see an Alpha in action with a full fledge pack like I now have. Feel how much more powerful you'll become running alongside us," Derek says.

It would've been tempting had Allison and Stiles not been waiting outside for him. Derek seems to catch onto this, he's not surprised. Alphas supposedly are stronger and Scott can smell his friends from here.

"You already got your own pack," Derek observes looking out over Scott's shoulder like he could see through the brick wall behind him and see his waiting comrades. "Keep them safe Scott, Alphas are territorial and should you ever get three of your own Beta's we might end up on separate sides."

It's a threat if Scott's ever heard one, but in a rare moment he can see the look of regret that momentarily crosses Derek's features. Whether its due to regret of Scott not joining or the thought of being enemies he's not sure. Likely a little of both.

Scott doesn't answer, just turns on his heel and walks away. Gets to the stairway leading up from the abandoned subway and says without looking back, "Keep 'em safe."

Derek doesn't answer but Scott can feel the nod.

(Stiles)

Stiles sits quietly on his jeep beside Allison waiting for Scott to return. They talked for almost a minute shortly after Scott left and then the awkward silence encompassed them. Normally Stiles is a good rambler, can talk for hours filling the silence but for some reason him and Allison never really had much to say to one another. Not that he dislikes her and he's sure she likes him just fine, they just have nothing in common, much like Scott and Allison. Only they don't really need to talk, in fact Stiles has a sneaking suspicion that he and Allison have talked more than Scott and Allison.

Lately Scott and Allison's discussions have consisted of 'I love you,' responded by 'I love you too,' which inevitably leads to long silent gazes into the others eyes until they forget that the only reason their not kissing is to not make Stiles feel uncomfortable, Stiles is sure they simply forget he's there altogether and then the making-out begins.

No, their problem is that they really have absolutely nothing in common. Allison asks 'what have you been up to?' and Stiles replies with 'wow' and Allison blushes uncomfortably because she thinks he was responding to staring at her cleavage and not talking about a online video game. Granted he was sort of staring at her breasts when he answered, but come on he's never been aloud to sit so close to real ones before.

Needless to say the awkward silence has been there since. Stiles knows things wouldn't be so bad if Allison wasn't into such girly girl things like Archery and her new found love of punching things in the throat. She calls it martial arts and says that her dads been teaching her, but all Stiles really recalls from that conversation was her wanting to show him a new move she learned and him getting punched in the throat and having trouble breathing for the next hour. He still refuses to admit it was his fault because when her arms started flailing in some crazy Bruce Lee motion Stiles might have screamed like a girl and panicked which resulted in said punch in the throat.

Stiles is convinced they'd get along famously if only Allison was into cool boyly boy things. Like wow and other computer games, or even lacrosse. Though the thought of Allison taking up lacrosse is somewhat terrifying considering she would likely be better at it then he is and Stiles has never had much in the way of masculinity but is sure that would eviscerate what little remains of it.

"What did he say?" Allison's voice pulled Stiles from his reprieve and he looks up to see Scott's back and already standing between Allison's legs with his hands at her waist.

"He doesn't know what it is, only that so far its killed Isaac's dad and a hunter," Scott informs them.

Stiles wants to ask about Jackson, he's noticed the douche bag hasn't been at school much the past few weeks and can't help feeling the slightest bit of worry. He knows Jackson wants the bite, went so far as the try and blackmail Scott into getting it. Now he's worried that Derek gave him what he wants and Stiles knows that can only end one of two ways, Peter had explained it was either death or howling at moon once a month. Scott had never taken ill, was the opposite. He became an overnight star athlete. If Jackson was off due to his health it wouldn't bode well for him.

However the larger part of him doesn't want to admit aloud he's worried about Jackson so instead he asks, "and the biting? He say anything about leaving the dwindling human population of Beacon Hills alone?"

"He needed three, says it the minimum required to solidify a pack. Think it all depends on the hunters though, he'll likely keep recruiting if it means survival."

Stiles notices Allison look away and cant help but feel a little sorry for them. Modern day Romeo and Juliet their story is, he just hopes it doesn't end in group suicide too.

"He asked me to join again," Scott continues when no one comments. "He thinks I'm reluctant to join cause I already have my own pack." He finishes his statement giving both Stiles and Allison a pointed look to indicate he means them. Stiles isn't sure if its sweet or kinda creepy, but by the soppy love sick look Allison gives him he knows which of the two she's decided on.

"Well clearly if we were a pack I'd be the Alpha," Stiles says effectively preventing the make-out session that was undoubtedly about to occur.

Allison gives him a wide smile like she thinks he's made the funniest joke ever and Scott is giving him a look of disbelief. Okay, well he wasn't serious but he's a little offended by the lack of confidence.

"Seriously, if either of you two were Alpha we'd all be dead. The hunters would wait for one of those eye gazing moments you two always find yourselves in and the rest of the world fades into the background. Then they'd jump out and lop off your heads simultaneously, but its okay cause you both die happy because your heads roll off together and land facing one another so you can continue to gaze at each other for all eternity."

'A moment like now,' Stiles thinks to himself as he realizes they both tuned him out to stare longingly at the other. Stiles couldn't help thinking that it might be wise to go join Derek's pack because at least then there was a chance at survival.

Note: I know a few characters introductory stories were a little slow but I promise they pick up. This story is going to be fairly long, I've written around 35,000 words already and its roughly half done. I plan on posing one chapter a week until I finish writing the story and then I'll post as I revise. I'm writing a few stories focusing on the Danny/Jackson pairing and will start posting those when they get midway complete too. So if you like longer fics and noticed this fandom is seriously lacking pairings outside of Derek/Stiles I should start posting those within a week, maybe 2.