I don't own Teen Wolf no matter how many times I wish on a star

Chapter 4

It's been about one week since the whole Derek incident and I was finally able to keep my mind from imagining what was hiding behind those carefully guarded eyes. Luckily I've been able to keep my mind occupied by fixing up parts of the fence and repainting the barn door. Also while Travis and I were cleaning up the stalls we found two broken ATV's under a tarp. My brother was a car genius so fixing up ATV's would be like kindergarten all over again for him. Even though everything looked normal I always had a paranoid feeling like someone was watching my back.

My brother found out nothing about the attacks so he decided to just drop the subject hoping that acting normal won't draw suspicion. And what was with this Derek, I've seen male werewolves before and they never had sparked this kind of emotion inside of me. Rather it was anger, irritation, anxiety, or frustration I couldn't tell but it made heart beat faster and I felt like I could lose control of the wolf that I had kept locked up. Ugh, why was I even thinking about him? Was it because his eyes intrigued me so much or was it that his smell was so… well, intoxicating? I don't want to admit it but underneath the smell of being a werewolf he had the mixture of smoke, pine and… cinnamon.

It reminded me when my mom would make smoked cinnamon apples. I also felt some sort of connection when I first saw him. When I was up close to him I felt anger but underneath that there was a mixture of sadness and lonesome. Like he lost someone important, someone who was close to him and maybe that's why I had a connection with him.

Last year my parents were in a terrible car accident. Apparently the officers said they slipped on some ice in the road and slammed into a tree causing the gas tank to ignite and made the car burst into a ball of inferno. Maybe that's why I felt angry with Derek? The smell of smoke reminded me of my parents' death and caused some old emotions that I've been able to keep buried rise to the surface. I angrily hammered the last nail into the last loose fencing and practically split the whole post into two pieces.

Finally losing it, I threw my hammer so hard that it ended up all the way across the field. I looked down at my hands and noticed my nails were now long claws and I felt my fangs perturbing from the gum line. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and thought of Montana. Immediately my claws retracted and my fangs slid back into my gums. I looked around making sure no one saw. Taking a shaky breath I lowered myself to the grown and sat staring at my hands.

It's been over a year since I shifted and not even my encounter with that redneck douchebag back at my old school was enough to make my blood really steam. I curled my arms around my knees and rested my forearm on my arms. I closed my eyes and imagine I was back in Montana, riding Cool Breeze over the rolling green hills, staring out at the huge mountains and looking up at the famous Montana sky. I could almost smell the sweet scents of pine and maple blended with tall grass and wildflowers. I heard the many birds singing in the trees above me and saw a mother bear catching fish for her young in a mountain stream. I could feel the vibrations of stampeding elk and taste the sweetness of wild berries that grew close to the house.

I sat in my dream world for five minuets straight until the snapping and crunching of leaves interrupted my blissful thoughts. I stood up and looked towards the trees. Running like there were hellhounds on his heels was none other than Derek… who was shirtless. Looking up at the sky I silently asked why me? Then turned to the approaching man trying to look like I didn't just have a mental breakdown no more than five minuets ago. "What are you doing here?" To my disappointment my voice had a lot less venom than I had hoped. I blame it on the exposed chest distracting me. Okay I will admit it… Derek was certainly not hard to look at. With muscles looking like they were carved out of marble he looked like the equivalent of one of those Greek heroes we learned about in history.

Fixing my eyes back on his I gave my best death glare and tried my hardest the make it look like he wasn't welcomed on my land. "I need a place to lie low for awhile, and your house is the closest to mine." I let out an angry breath and nodded. Not even wanting to know why he was shirtless I started walking back in the direction of the house. For a good three minuets there was a very pregnant silence hanging over us and after three minuets of having happy thoughts he decided to break the silence. "Why did you and your brother move here?"

Not looking at him I gave him the simplest answer, "Something happened in Montana so we moved here." Instead of settling with that answer I could feel his curiosity burn even more. "What happened that was bad enough for a pack to leave their territory?" I turned on him and practically snarled. "God, what are you? Some little kid! Can't you see that it's none of your business as to why we moved? You don't see me asking you why you're all alone all the time." Surprise and anger flared in him and I could tell I crossed into dangerous territory.

His eyes darkened and I mentally flinched away. Note to self; never get in a stare down with him. I turned back around and stomped ahead hoping to put as much distance between him and me.

The house was now in site and I could see Wolf lying on the porch. Seeing walking up the path he jumped up and leapt off the porch and turned into a black blur as he streaked toward us. When he was closer I could see a yellow tennis ball in his mouth. Smiling as he slowed and dropped the ball at my feet. I stopped walking and he looked up expectantly. Laughing at him I picked the ball up and tossed it several hundred feet back down the dirt road. He eagerly ran after it leaving us in the dust.

"Why isn't he nervous around werewolves like all werewolves?" We continued walking while I answered. "Because we raised him since he was a pup. Same with our horses we start out with young ones so they aren't scared of us. Adult animals take a longer time getting used to us but once they see we aren't a threat they calm down and let us near them."

"Your horse seemed nervous around me when you were in the woods." I forgot that I was supposed to be angry with him and I found that he was an easy person to talk to.

"Well that's because she isn't familiar with you. Horses, especially mustangs are naturally very skittish animals. So when they know that there is a unknown animal in the area they become nervous."

Wolf returned proudly holding the ball and padded ahead of us throwing the ball around for his own amusement.

"Why did you name him Wolf?" I could see he was trying to be friendly because he needed our help so I figured I would lie off of giving him the cold shoulder.

"Well when he was only a couple of days old my mom was off riding when she came across a dead she-wolf. She got close and discovered that the she was shot while defending a litter. Sadly on one out of the litter survived. And while we were nursing him we saw that he behaved more like a dog than a wolf so my mom guessed that the reason why the wolf was bye herself was because she mated with a dog. So my brother decided why not just name him Wolf after his ancestors. And there you go."

We were now trudging up the front porch steps and walked into the house. "Wait here and I'll give you a shirt you can borrow." I ran up the stairs and into my brother's room a looked for an old shirt. Finding a plain white undershirt. I grabbed it and headed back down stairs. I walked into the living room and saw that Travis was talking to Derek.

They were talking in hushed tones. "So there are hunters in the area along with a rogue alpha and a newly bitten werewolf. So I would really like to know why two more werewolves decided to move in the middle of basically a three way war zone." My brother looked like he was going to respond but when he caught my eye he quickly shut his mouth.
"Here's a shirt, sorry it isn't black." My voice was dripping in sarcasm and I swore I saw one of the corners of his mouth turned up.
My brother clapped his hands and practically shouted, "Alright who's in the mood for some lasagna."