Charlotte looked up with a slight frown as she heard a soft knock on her door, her eyes narrowing slightly. She had heard the doorbell ring, and obviously her mother had known who was at the door for her to allow them to come upstairs. She prayed it wasn't Jackson, not after finding out that he is the Kanima.

The brunette stood from her seat, moving to the door and opened it at a hesitant pace. Suddenly, the door was pushed out of her hand and the person stormed inside her room, past her. Derek.

"What are you doing here? Has something happened?" Charlotte asked, her arms folding across her chest as she looked at him, nervous. Derek rarely sought her out, not after their shared night together when she was scared about what the Alpha had planned for her. Her fingers ran slowly over the scar that remained from her first run-in with the Alpha.

Derek pulled out a small pill bottle, placing it down on the younger teens desk before looking at Charlotte for an explanation.

"Where did you find them?" Charlotte frowned, moving over to pick up the bottle and read the label.

"What are they for?" Derek demanded, his hand snatching the bottle from her hands as he slid it back inside his leather jacket pocket.

"Did you not read the bottle-"

"I know that these aren't ibuprofen," Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes before folding his arms and looking at her.

"They help with the nightmares," Charlotte sighed reluctantly, she knew Derek wouldn't leave till he had the answer and explanation.

"Nightmares? You're still having them?" Derek's expression softened, as did his arms as he took a hesitant step towards her.

"Unfortunately."

Derek sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he stared at her. Then he held his hand out, his eyebrow raised.

"Give me the rest of them," he told her.

"What? No! I need them. I can't sleep-"

"I can help."

Charlotte stared at him for a moment, before giving in and grabbing the other bottle from her bag. She placed the bottle in his hand, and she let out a heavy sigh. Derek put the bottle in the same pocket with the other one, before slowly reaching out to stroke her cheek.

"I promise, I will help," he nodded as he looked at her.

"But what about your betas? And Jackson? And Scott-"

"Char, I'm going to help you," Derek smiled as he slowly brushed her hair behind her ear. "I don't break my promises."

"But you're the-"

"Alpha," he finished for her, his eyes shining their new Alpha red as he looked at him, nodding slowly. "And I command you to let me help you."

Charlotte let out a soft laugh, moving to bury her head in his chest and breathe in his scent. Derek's hand fell to her back, rubbing small circles into her shoulder blade. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, and they stood there, just holding each other for a while. And it was silent. Till Derek whispered something into her hair.

"We'll be okay."