A/N: I know that I'm technically making stuff up, but please just go with it! :) Thank you.

Chapter Two

I stared out the window, the soft ballads of classic rock echoed in the background. I watched as the trees passed by, and the feeling of loneliness crept in. I have no idea what to think. Tonight was such a blur, and the idea of picking up my life and moving to some town called Beacon Hills with an estranged uncle seems like a nightmare I haven't woken up from yet. This notion that I have family out there who know what I'm going through, or the fact that they have known where I was all along seems foreign, but I shrugged it off. How could Mom just let me go so easily though? Did she not grow attached to me? Did she not want to beg Derek to not take me away? I get that I've been kind of a nuisance, but I figured she would at least attempt to beg him. I buried the thoughts of betrayal down, and went back to empty thoughts and watching the trees flash by. I felt my shoulders stiffen when Derek finally cleared his throat.

"Yes?" I rolled my eyes at his pathetic and obvious attempt to breaking the silence between us.

"I'm not going to apologize for spanking you back at the house. You were out of line, but I am sorry we got off on the wrong foot." Derek looked over at me, raising a brow as if he was gaging what my reaction would be.

"Honestly, I think it's bullshit. I don't know you. You may know me, but I have no idea who you are. You came in and ordered me to go with you. Then on top of that, you tell me that you're my alpha. I've been the only one. It's just...too much all at once I guess."

"I'm sorry." Derek whispered, his eyes glinting with sorrow and regret.

"Since we have a four hour trip ahead, do you just wanna fill me in?" I ran my fingers through my hair, twisting my body to face Derek. I noticed his facial features and his eyes-much similar to my own. I watched him as he contemplated what to say. He finally pulled off the road into the parking lot of a 24-hour diner. "What are we doing?"

"Let's get some food." Derek killed the engine, opening the door. I found his immediate mood changer to be suspicious, but I was also hungry so I didn't argue. I got out of his nice black car and smiled when I walked past Derek holding the door open for me. The waitress had us follow her to the booth in the corner, and cheerfully laid out two menus on the table.

"Something to drink?" The blonde waitress asked, holding a pad of paper and a pen.

"Coffee please, with creamer." I answered, returning her smile.

"Same, but black." Derek answered. When the waitress walked away, Derek took a deep breath. "There was a family of hunters by the name of Argent that was in a war with the wolves. Talia, our alpha and your grandmother, felt it would be safer to send you away for a few days. You would turn into a full pup and you were very vulnerable at the time. Since you were just a little pup, we all felt you would be the most likely to get hurt out of the family, especially since you were the baby. Cora was just a kid, but she was in old enough to understand what was happening and had some form of control. Like I said, Peter and I took you to Melanie and Henry, and asked them to watch over you. I didn't know it then, but Peter took away your memories of us and gave the Lennon's parental rights for you. It really was more of a safety net than anything-we had intentions of coming to get you, but we wanted to be sure. About a week or so later, the Argents set the house on fire-killing Talia, your mother, my father, and aunt. We found out later that Cora survived, but that's a different story. It put Peter in a coma for six years, and Laura and I were left to kind of fend for ourselves. One night, Peter was a wolf and he managed to kill Laura who was the alpha. You see, there are two ways to be an alpha. You are either a true alpha, which is extremely rare, or you kill another alpha and take their powers. When Peter killed Laura, he became the alpha which expedited his healing process bringing him out of the coma. I would go back and check on you, but you seemed so happy that I decided to let Melanie and Henry raise you. I was only 15 years old, and Laura was 18. We wouldn't have known what to do with you."

"I understand. I would've done the same thing." I replied truthfully. I bit my lip, and started to twitch my fingers. "Derek, who's my father?"

"We shouldn't have this conversation." Derek hesitated, tracing the brim of his coffee cup with his index finger.

"I want to fucking know who my dad is!"

"Change the tone unless you want me to beat your ass, kid." Derek warned, his jaw square. I quickly muttered an apology, looking away from him.

"Your father's name was Declan Sawyer." Derek finally answered, taking another sip of his coffee. "There's alot of history with him, but in due time I will tell you everything you need to know."

"Is he still alive?"

"No." Derek finished his coffee and quickly waved down the waitress. He smiled sweetly and ordered the breakfast special. I did the same, but my attention went straight back to Derek.

"Did you know him?"

"I have met him, but it's a story for later kid."

"Okay. So why did you come for me? It's been ten years since you dropped me off. Why now?"

"We need to train you. I also wanted to finally reunite my family again."

"Who else in the family is alive?"

"Cora, but she's in South Africa now. Peter. That's it."

"Oh." It was my turn to bury the awkward silence by taking a sip of my coffee. "Wait-who did you kill?"

"What?"

"You said you only become an alpha if you kill one, or if you're a true alpha."

"Oh, I actually killed Peter but he didn't stay dead. It's a long story.

"Your mom also told me that a few nights a week, you've been turning into a full wolf at night."

"What?" I sputtered my coffee back into the cup, staring at Derek as if he were speaking gibberish. "What are you talking about?"

"That's the main reason I came. Your mom called me worried. She told me about your bouts of rage and anger, the fact that when you sleep you're a wolf without knowledge, and the added component of me wanting to get the wolves under the same roof. She also told me that you'd been getting into fights, and she was worried that you'd kill someone. Usually, the wolves do not come out until about 14 or 15, so I knew you were going to need help now.

"Oh."

"Normally, we'd already have training but it's okay that we're late. Since you're a born wolf, the transformations and trainings should be easier for you than a bitten wolf." Derek explained. The blonde waitress came over, her smile plastered across her face as she laid both plates in front of us. She handed the check to Derek and refilled our coffee. We both smiled and thanked her. I started to eat, allowing everything to sink in. "I do have other stuff to fill you in on, but I think I'm going to just let you figure it out as we go."

"Thank you." I scarfed down my breakfast, and smiled at Derek. "I do feel better though. I felt crazy but now I know I'm not the only one."

Derek chuckled and we both ate breakfast peacefully. He paid, and lead me out to the car. "Listen kid. I'm here for you. I know that I'm giving you a huge amount of information, and your life is being flipped upside down, but if you just talk to me I will help you sort those feelings and thoughts out. Deal?"

"Deal." I smiled and Derek threw a wink in my direction. He turned up the radio, and it was only a half hour before I fell asleep against the window.

My eyelids were super heavy, but I finally opened them and stretched my stiff muscles. I looked over and smiled weakly at Derek. "Good morning, kid."

"Mornin. Where are we?"

"We are actually pulling into Beacon Hills. We're gonna catch some sleep, then in a few hours I'll call a pack meeting so you can meet everyone. Cool?"

"Cool." I yawned. Suddenly, I felt a twinge in my stomach and anxiety bubbled up inside as I realized that in a few hours I would be meeting more wolves, family, and new people who I'm gonna have to get along with. I felt nauseous, but I buried my insecurities and fears inside and closed my eyes for a hopeful 'nother hour of sleep.