Derek slowly came to, his eyes remaining shut for a moment longer, his senses sharpening as he grew fully awake. When you live in a house full of werewolves you learn to gauge the temperament of your surroundings before stepping out of bed, it can most definitely help you avoid many headache-worthy situations. Young werewolves, and even experienced one could loose their cool fairly easily and when that happened it was common for fights to break out, so in mornings like those, Derek preferred to skip breakfast and head straight to school. Not to mention the few times he had been nastily woken up by his uncle and dad, apparently they expected that their house would be under attack at any moment.

His ears had not detected much of a turmoil downstairs or near him, so with a snort and a shake of his head, Derek finally sat up on his bed, and rubbed his face, a small groan escaping his lips, he had not gotten many hours of sleep the night before. "Stupid biology test" he grumbled, as he dragged his tired body towards the bathroom. Why did I think going to school was a good idea? He thought bitterly. Because being homeschooled is even worst. There was no denying that, if training was horrible, being homeschooled by this lot was even worse.

In the bathroom, Derek got undressed and stood in front of the mirror examining his body, a smirk sneaking into his lips as he gave himself the once-over; being a werewolf, his body of course held no blemishes, what had made him grin was the sight of how toned his muscled looked. Derek was no scrawny sixteen year old, his shoulders were growing broader, the muscles in his forearms were toned, with a visible hint of abs showing just above where his happy trail begun. Even if Derek had instructions to always keep a low profile at school, he could not help himself to show off sometimes, he enjoyed very much the looks he got from his female classmates. Running a hand through his hair, Derek stepped into the shower, and distractedly turned on the shower, his mind lingering over a particular girl he liked. What I would love to do with… He stopped that thought right on his tracks, his vision had flashed red for an alarming moment. Derek could not aloud himself to think of sex, as much as he wanted and craved it, he couldn't really keep himself from partially wolfing out whenever he thought about it, so never mind even having attempting to bone someone. Sometimes he wished his family knew more werewolves, maybe then he could entertain the thought of dating.
When Derek was done showering, he got dressed and walked downstairs to get some breakfast and greet his family before leaving for school.

With his nackpack hanging from his shoulders, Derek made his way downstairs into the kitchen, and was immediately greeted by his mother.
"Derek! Just in time, I was just about to call you for breakfast, honey" his mother said, smiling at him from the table. "Let me grab you a plate"
Across the table just as his mother was standing up, one of his youngest cousins raised both his arms in victory "I knew that! I heard him!" he said loudly, looking from me to uncle Peter, seemingly eager to impress his father.
Uncle Peter chuckled and gave him a nod "Maybe it's time to start training more seriously with you Robbie" he said as he shared a knowing grin with my father.
"Do you think you're ready for that?" my father asked as he ruffled the young boy's hair, a humorous grin spread on his lips.
They were both merely humoring little Robbie, because him, at just eleven years old was not ready for training, for the moment his powers would show up intermittently in the coming years, but its not really until you reach the age of fourteen that you are capable of achieving an anger so great that'll make you shift into a werewolf. It was known to us that a young werewolf-to-be could indeed shift from a very young age if they experience large amounts of fear or anxiety, but even after instances like those, it's difficult for him to achieve to shift again until he grows older.

I had a small chuckle of my own as I joined the table with the plate my mom had just handed me, and took my seat right next to Robbie. I remember being excited for my first shift, training along side my father and uncles, the possibility of finally being able to attend a normal school, like a regular kid…
This was basically the reason, these sporadic moments of partial shifts, that made us unable to attend regular school until our parents thought we were old enough and ready to handle it. Which usually translated to not being able to attend until we were in high school.

"Yeah Robbie, soon enough you'll even be stronger than Derek" came a voice from the door "Everyone is stronger than Derek"
I didn't really need to turn around to figure out who that was, my sister Laura she probably had hear the conversation on her way down. Laura justlooooved, to annoy me and anger me enough to bait me into wolfing out unexpectedly through the day. She loved to brag the fact that she was much better than me at controlling her shifts.
"Laura!" my father chided her from the table, but she only smirked my way and said nothing further, she didn't dare pursue the topic any further since my father being not only being our dad, but the alpha of our pack, the respect she had for him was far more superior than the regular father-daughter relationship.

The rest of the breakfast went on without incident, after which me and Laura (the only ones old enough) left for school, while the rest got ready for the day, until they were old enough they had to be homeschooled and mostly stay to help out with the chores of the house.