Nathan grabs his jacket and starts to walk outside with Lycea. They slowly walk toward the lot at the entrance to the Preserve where her parents are planning on picking her up.

"It'll be nice when we finally get our licenses, won't it?" Nathan expects her to answer, but she remains silent. "What's on your mind?"

She stops walking and turns to look at him. "Your dads didn't like me very much, did they?"

"What? They loved you!" Nathan averts his eyes when she looks at him and rolls her eyes. "Ok, so, maybe they didn't."

"I knew it." She sighs and looks down at her feet. "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing… They just… don't like talking about wolves. Your name made them nervous."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's what they don't like about me." She flails around a little bit. "First impressions are everything, and now they hate me."

Nathan hugs her. "Maybe we could… do something next weekend. The pack… I mean, my parents' friends are coming over next Saturday. There's going to be a cookout and four wheelers and… It'll be fun. You can totally come and redeem yourself."

"Ok. We'll plan on that then." Lycea tries to smile. Nathan leans over and kisses her before they turn and start walking the rest of the way to the parking lot.

Saturday is even worse than dinner. Derek is super growly and paranoid the whole night. Stiles is jittery, and, because the Alphas are nervous, the whole pack is nervous. Which, by the way, is so stupid because there's nothing to be nervous about!

Everyone is on their four wheelers now, and most of the younger pack members are having a great time. Lycea has never driven one before, so Nathan is sitting behind her as they fly through the forest.

When it happens, everyone within a two mile radius hears Lycea's scream followed by the screeching of tires. Each person drives toward the sound and hurries to see what's going on. Tears are streaming down her face as she points to the ground behind the four wheeler.

Derek cautiously walks over to her and his son. He looks at the ground and sees the flattened remains of a small squirrel. He can't help but start to laugh.

"I just wanted to make a good impression, but you hated me the first time we met, and now I'm a squirrel killer." She begins to sob. "I'm just going to go. I'm sorry."

"No," Derek starts. "You don't have to leave. Don't worry about it. I've killed more than one squirrel before."

"About twenty to be exact," Stiles mumbles under his breath. "And then I have to remind you to floss the fur out of your teeth." Thankfully, none of the humans hear his words.

"It's okay. I'm sure you didn't mean to kill it," Derek continues after giving Stiles his 'Really, stop being an idiot' expression.

Lycea shakes her head. "It ran out in front of me. I couldn't stop in time."

"Nate, go grab a shovel. We'll help her bury it; if that will make her feel better."

Everyone watches as Nate and Lycea bury the baby squirrel. The mood seems to be lightened after that. Who knew killing a squirrel could be such a bonding experience?