"Who is she?" Erica questioned heatedly as Derek gently placed the unconscious teenager on the first level of one of the bunk beds in their hide out.
"If things go well, she will be our newest addition."
"Newest addition?" Erica echoed disapprovingly Derek remained silent; Isaac crossed his arms over his chest also looking at the girl the Alpha had brought in.
"I thought we were enough." Isaac said nodding his head in Erica and Boyd's direction. Derek looked to his pack with the same stern gaze he always had.
"The more we have the stronger we are against the hunters, does anyone have a problem with this?" Derek's question was lined with warning. They could all sense it and even though Erica felt threatened by the presence of another girl in the team she did not dare defy their Alpha.
"What's her name?" Boyd spoke up glancing in the sleeping female's direction. Derek turned his attention to Boyd.
"Megra Day, as far as I know she is not from around here."
"If you know very little why did you turn her?"
"I didn't, she was bitten by an Omega who has most likely been killed by the hunters by now."
"Talk about collateral damage." Isaac muttered amused by the whole ordeal. Derek brushed past them and headed to the broke down bus, hesitantly they all followed.
"She will wake up soon enough and I'll have to explain everything to her, mean while don't you three have homework to catch up on?"
"Really, now you are concerned with our progress in school?" Erica retorted sardonically, Derek stared and she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah yeah we get it, let's go guys and leave him with his new flavour of the week." Erica grumbled walking away. Boyd and Isaac exchanged glances with each other before taking cue and followed Erica up the steel steps and out into the world. Derek watched them leave for a moment before beginning to pace thoughtfully.
"Mr. Deaton" The vet looked to the entrance of his operation room when Scott—His assistant—came rushing in, panting with his jittery friend following.
"Scott there you are and I see you brought Stiles" Alan smiled at the two boys who leaned on the steel operation table trying to catch their breath.
"We got here as fast as we could, is she still here?" Scott asked his brown eyes wide and searching, the vet shook his head regretfully.
"No, Derek took her."
"Well that's great right? Now she isn't our problem anymore." Stiles exclaimed with a heave of relief. The vet tapped his chin thoughtfully while looking to the two teenagers.
"Not so sure about that, you two have been living here your entire lives, do you know anyone named Megra Day?" He inquired, Scott and Stile's stared wide-eyed and shocked.
"Meg?" They both stuttered out in disbelief, stunned by the name.
"You know her?" Mr. Deaton acknowledged full of intrigue. Scott nodded and looked to Stiles who seemed to be struggling to process the information.
"What is she doing here? She is supposed to be in Colorado with her father." The teen wolf exclaimed running his fingers through his hair, confused and frustrated.
"Does she have any family here?" Alan asked calmly, Scott shook his head in answer.
"No, she was Stiles neighbour back when we were primary school but then her father found a job in Colorado and they moved there."
"This is bad Scott, what are we going to tell her dad? Hey Mr. Day here we found Meg oh and by the way she is a freaking werewolf now!" Stiles cried waving his lanky arms in panic before Scott grabbed his friend by the shoulders and shook him.
"Stiles calm down! We can fix this; we just need to find her." He ordered before letting go of Stiles who stumbled a bit before regaining his posture, Alan smiled at the two.
"Good luck to you both." He said.
"Thanks for telling us Mr. Deaton" The muttered and turned to leave in search for Megra.
Megra woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed but the sensation completely left her system when she found herself in a surrounding she did not recognise. Meg sat up so fast that her head immediately began to pound from a sudden rush. She groaned pushing with her feet so she was leaned back against one of the erect poles of the bunk bed. Her dark hair tumbled down over her shoulders as her eyes adjusted to the space around her. She was surrounded by a grey concrete wall with steel pillars spread out over the space.
It looks like a place where all appliances come to die
Megra mused confused by all the junk pushed against the corners of the room. There was sunlight filtering through the windows behind her, but from the amount of exposed piping and dependency on artificial light. Meg figured she in some underground facility. Her gaze moved to her clothing. She was still wearing the same clothes she wore the night before but the sight of the ripped material and blood stains everything began to flash back into her mind. Her hand immediately shot to her chest, sighing in relief when she felt the presence of the mood pendant in the shape of a crescent moon her father had given her when she was younger. She smiled fondly at the memory of her father and clutched the pendant and heaved a sigh.
"You are awake." Meg gasped, startled by the familiar voice that spoke up. She was surprised to find a man standing at the foot of her bed. He was young, tall and well built. She guessed him to be around six foot and mid twenties, he had dark shortly cut hair and stubble on his strong defined jaw but what caught her attention the most were the pair of grey eyes that stared at her, she had never seen such a colour before.
"Hi." Meg was embarrassed from the way her voice squeaked, clearing her throat she grinned bashfully.
"Mind telling me where I am?" Derek was astounded by her lack of fear. He expected screaming, a tantrum and possible basic survival instincts to kick in but she looked completely at ease from her seat on the bed. Derek listened intently to the rhythm of her heart beat, it was slightly elevated, and maybe she was putting up a front?
"My place." Derek answered nonchalant.
"Ah I see." Her gaze moved around the interior once again before falling on to him. "Nice place you got here." Was she trying to be polite? This isn't the normal response you give to a kidnapper, or maybe Derek simply lacked experience.
"So, were you the one who saved me last night? Or was that just a really vivid nightmare?"
"Yes, I am."
"And you brought me here because…"
"I didn't know where you lived-"
"Oh that makes sense."
"Also, you were bitten by a werewolf."
"Yes well…excuse me?" Megra reeled back in shock, staring at Derek incredulously.
"A werewolf, since you survived you will be turning into one." Derek waited for a response for his blunt statement but she simply stared with wide amber eyes and her mouth a gape. Then suddenly her body began to tremble from the laughter that shook her body. Derek deadpanned, watching her clutching her stomach and continue to laugh uncontrollably until they died down and the grin on her face melted to one of soberness.
"Oh…you are serious?" Derek nodded silently and she continued to stare as if analyzing him, then she began to nibble at her lower lip contemplatively.
"Um, has anyone suggested therapy?"
Derek gritted his teeth at her remark, clenching his fists to resist the urge to punch a wall, taking a deep quiet breath Derek spoke again.
"This isn't a joke Megra."
"Whoa, how do you know my name?!" She exclaimed suddenly on her feet ready for a dash.
"It's written on your ID."
"Oh right."
"That's beside the point; you are a werewolf like me." Derek stated taking a bold step towards her; Meg crossed her arms over her chest defensively.
"You are a werewolf too?" She asked.
"Yes, I can help you; we are one of the same."
"Um ha-ha, no we are not, you are crazy and I am perfectly sane." Derek was beginning to grow annoyed by her denial, she just refused to believe in the facts or maybe it's just because she was hearing all of this from a complete stranger, but Derek can be persistent too.
"Is it really that hard to believe? Think back to last night when you were attacked, was it an ordinary man? And from the amount of wounds that were inflicted on you, you should be dead but your body has completely healed because the he gave you the bite." She stared thoughtfully her mind wandering to last night's events; she averted her gaze to the mattress below her before looking to Derek again.
"The bite," She inquired.
"Yes."
"Then where is this bite?" Derek knew she was looking for evidence of the curse but he had to tell her the truth.
"It's healed."
"Right…Well I need proof." Meg stated with a stubborn lift of her chin.
"Proof," Derek snapped disbelievingly.
"Yes, it's what people need to be convinced otherwise you are just plain insane." She informed almost snootily. Derek's jaw clenched and marched to her. Meg stared with wide eyes when he cornered her into the wall behind her before swiftly caging her under him. He looked dead into her eyes and Meg couldn't look away.
"Here is your proof." He murmured with dark promise, Meg watched wide eyed as his mesmerizing grey eyes began to turn into a bright crimson. His lips curled up in a snarl and Meg saw the evident peak of canines that began to grow from the deeps of his gums and out for her to see. She was suddenly aware of the dangerous situation she was in, trapped between those same types of creature that had attacked her last night, her mouth responded on its own. This was something new. He was something completely different and all together deadly.
"Mother!-"Meg screamed pressing herself against the wall struggling to form a distance between them. He smiled amused by her reaction and the satisfaction of seeing her eat her own words. Derek expected her to be traumatised for a good period of time, but she recovered sooner then he predicted, much sooner. The previous fear in her eyes morphed into curiosity, her gaze never leaving his sharp canines, her eyebrows that were raised in disbelief were softening into one of interest.
"Are those real?" Before Derek could pull back she had reached out and sharply poked one of his teeth, Derek took a step back in surprise when she yelped pricked by the razor-sharpness of his tooth.
"Freaking hell!" she wagged her wrist around at a fail attempt to diminish the pain before inspecting the dot of a wound oozing with blood. Derek shook his head in disbelief. The woman was certainly something else, and not at all what he expected from the terrified teenager he saved the night before.
"Ha! If I am a werewolf why is this not healing?" she pointed out in triumph shoving the bleeding finger before Derek's eyes, he continued to stare sternly.
"Because you got it from an Alpha and you are a Beta."
Alpha, Beta this is insane!
"Yeah, you are an Alpha-weirdo and I Beta gets the heck out of here." Meg snapped trying to push past him but Derek wouldn't budge, although slightly taken back by her pun he refused to let her leave without her accepting the truth.
"Listen here, you are going to be turning into a werewolf and since you are a woman it will be happening twice a month not just on the full moon, so unless you do not want to end up killing someone, you will accept my help." Meg stared deep in to his grey eyes and saw no deceit, he was serious? Now that Meg thought about it, she felt the absence of her thick framed glasses yet she could see fine without, unless she magically restored her 20/20 vision she knew something was abnormally wrong. But Meg didn't feel any different, she feels the same as she did the moment she entered the town, how did things turn out this way? She only came to visit her childhood friends not catch lycanthropy.
"So I am really going to become this…thing on the next full moon?" Meg uttered unsurely, Derek nodded in reply.
"Yes you will." Meg sighed not pleased with the answer, a werewolf? Her mind flashed to the night before when she was attacked, the same fear and helplessness she felt consumed her and Meg felt her heart race. Derek heard it, that heavy thudding of her heart beat, her gaze was distant and Derek knew she was starting to remember what happened to her, it was all coming back.
"Will I have any control over it? Will I attack anyone like I was attacked?" She asked there was this youthful vulnerability in her eyes and Derek knew that she wasn't like the other Beta's her soul was untainted and innocent, she didn't wish any harm on anyone.
"I can make sure that does not happen." Derek spoke softly and slowly to assure her, Meg stared silently for a moment before nodding in understanding.
"This was not my plan you know, I was just here to stay with a friend."
"A friend, who"
"I call him Stiles, you might not know-"Derek pulled away, his mind reeling in disbelief.
"Stiles Stilinski?" Meg blinked in surprise before a smile broke out on her pretty face.
"Yeah! You know him?" Derek didn't answer; he turned his gaze to the floor and continued to grit his teeth.
"This is just great." He muttered frustration building up, and then he suddenly looked to her in alarm.
"Did he know you were coming here?" Derek asked hurriedly and Meg continued to smile eager to answer his questions.
"Well no actually, it was kind of a surprise you see I used to be his neighbour back till I was like ten or twelve-"
"Well, look who finally decided to wake up." Her ramblings were cut short by another feminine voice; Meg tilted her body to the side to look back Derek to find three unfamiliar faces. Derek glanced over his shoulder, exasperation clear on his face, he needed more time to get information out of the newest Beta but his other students had to come and be the unwanted distraction, unwanted by him that is.
"Oh bless the heavens, earthlings!" Meg exclaimed in glee rushing past Derek, astonishing him and the recipients of her happiness. She took in the sight of the others; one was a girl with long flowing blonde hair and a clear annoyance scrunching up her pretty features. One of the boys was tall with a head of complimentary blonde curls on his head and apparent blue eyes. The other was of African America descent and towering, Megan guessed him to be around Derek's height and he possessed a very athletic body with bulging biceps, Meg was instantly intrigued by all of them, curious to why they all wore black like they were part of some backstreet gang.
"Aren't you friendly?" Isaac uttered unsure staring down at the bubbly teenager who grinned up at them, Boyd and Erica exchanged dubious glances. The dark haired female continued to beam and abruptly thrust her hand out for them to shake and begin introductions.
"Yes I am, hi! Name's Megra but you can call me Meg." She stated Isaac hesitantly grasped her soft hands first, clasping her small hands around his slender fingers.
"Isaac" He stated Meg smiled, he found her smile terrifyingly contagious.
"Boyd" He stated politely and almost bashfully taking the turn to shake her hand, Meg found herself instantly liking him.
"…Erica" From the refusal to shake her hand, Meg could tell Erica already seemed to be displeased by her presence, she was taken back not used to such a response from someone, but she brushed it aside and continued to grin.
"Cool! You guys go to high school huh, know Stiles by any chance?"
"You know Stiles?" Erica asked disbelief clear in her voice, Megra nodded eagerly.
"Yup, we used to be good friends back when we were kids."
"Derek, she knows Stiles." Isaac announced his fair brows raised in surprise and looking over to their Alpha who stood behind Megra, watching the Beta's exchange.
"Yes, I know" Derek grumbled, Megra looked between them clearly confused.
"Why do you all treat it like it's such a bad thing? He didn't turn out to be a drug dealer did he, or a convict?"
"Stiles a convict" Boyd echoed amused and the other two snorted stifling laughter.
"That's rich." Erica breathed crossing her arms over her chest, forming creases on her leather jacket. Meg was still befuddled and they could all see it, Erica continued.
"Sweetie he is the only normal one in this mess."
"Normal, does that mean you guys are…?" Meg trailed to a stop when they all grinned already confirming her suspicions.
"Werewolves, yes and we are here to welcome you to the pack." Erica stated gesturing her hands to Isaac and Boyd who watched her reactions carefully, Meg frantically looked to them and then Derek who analysed her with his piercing grey eyes.
"Oh cool, I've never been part of a pack before, could be fun?" Meg's enthusiasm surprised them all, especially Derek who refused to show it, Erica and the rest exchanged glances again and Meg took notice of it, it's like they were sending each other mental messages.
Cool! Wonder if they would teach me that. Meg thought merrily, her grin never faltering even when all their eyes simultaneously morphed into a bright shade of copper.
"Fun, yeah sure loads of fun" Meg didn't know whether should be excited of worried by the sinister promise in Erica's words.