I watched Scott carefully for the rest of the day, making sure he wasn't about to shift. I had either him, Stiles, or Allison in the all of my classes. While keeping an eye on him, I watched Allison. Werewolves aren't exactly trusting creatures except when it comes to pack, but I have to be extremely cautious of Argents or Silvers for that matter. After an awkward lunch in which Lydia was basically interrogating the new girl, which I actually felt bad for seeing as how Lydia can be very pushy, we all agreed to meet in the bleachers and watch lacrosse try-outs. Which is where I was headed now. I took my usual place next to Lydia, I was mainly there for moral support. Even though her boyfriend was the star player, she still got nervous for him.

We watched as they warmed up, and then Finstock ordered them to line up. I watched as he handed the goalie stick to McCall and sent him to the goal. I suddenly became very aware, lacrosse was an angry sport as it was, add a new werewolf into the mix and it wouldn't be pretty. I was as Scott worked his way through the line, beating everyone. Then, Jackson stepped up. He looked like a bull ready to charge. Jackson never liked when anyone threatened his status. He took off sprinting at McCall and flung the ball as hard as he could muster at him. I watched intently as Scott stopped the ball midair. The bite was definitely taking effect.

I watched the rest of practice in which Scott definitely gave Jackson a run for his money. Towards the end as I was packing up my bag, I heard Scott ask Stiles to take him back to the woods to find his inhaler. Stiles agreed, and they packed up their stuff and headed for the showers. I decided to follow them to the woods, just to see if the Alpha made another appearance. While the boys were in the locker room I got a head start. I parked near the reserve, and took off running into the woods. My body was almost grateful for the exertion. I returned to wear I'd last seen the Alpha last night, and I climbed up to the top of a tree. I'd be waiting to make sure the Alpha didn't come back. I waited about ten minutes before I heard them approaching. Scott was rooting around the ground and Stiles was talking to him, joking about being a werewolf, when all of a sudden the human boy cut off. I quickly positioned myself for the attack. I looked down and was stunned to see Derek Hale, clad in dark jeans and a leather jacket glaring at the younger boys. "This is private property," Derek growled. I hadn't seen him in years, and obviously he was still a very angry wolf.

"Sorry, we uh-didn't know. We were just looking for something, but uh-forget it," Scott stuttered out. If I wasn't a werewolf, I wouldn't have seen the quick flash of Derek's hand, or how quickly Scott reached up and caught his inhaler. Stiles sucked in a breath, and looked back and forth between the two.

"Now leave," Derek growled again, and the boys didn't waste any time getting out of there. I waited for the boys to get enough distance before dropping to the ground. Derek had already turned, and was walking back towards the charred remains of his family home.

"Hey Hale," I called out, and the older wolf quickly spun on his heel. He appraised me quickly, before a small smirk showed on his lips.

"Little wolf, you've grown up," I grimace at my childhood nickname, before taking five long strides to where the man stood. I launched myself into his arms, hissing when his hand brushed the Alpha wounds. Derek's eyes darkened, "What's the matter?" I looked at the wolf sadly.

"Derek," I started.

"I know, I found half of her this morning," He cut me off, and my jaw dropped.

"Derek, I'm so sorry," I hugged him again "It wasn't the Argents though," His head snapped up at this, and his eyes flashed briefly. I grabbed his shoulders, "I had a run in with the new Alpha last night. There is no way in hell that an Argent did it I promise," He looked stunned for a moment.

"What about that kid? He smelled like a wolf," He looked angry and a little confused.

"He's already started. Derek, he's going to build a new pack," Derek growled and his eyes flashed again. I knew he had control over his wolf, but we are still a very unpredictable species.

"We can't let him do that," I nodded in compliance, "Nora, I'm gonna need your help on this," I sighed, I had already seen this coming. I nodded again, and Derek looked to the house. I could smell blood coming from that direction, more specifically, I could smell Laura's blood. He didn't just need my help with the Alpha or the new wolf. He needed my help burying his sister. His last functioning relative.

"Let me call mom, she'll know what to do," Derek nodded, and for the briefest moment I saw a flash of complete anguish pass through his eyes. I pulled out my cell phone and punched in moms number, "Mom, no no I'm fine. Listen I'm in the woods, no I haven't seen the Alpha again. Derek is here mom, and he has part of Laura. He wants to bury her so she'll be undetected. Okay, okay. Thanks, love you too," I hung up and looked at him, "You do have wolfsbane right?" Derek scoffed and led me into the house. He pulled me into the basement and showed me the assortment his family had collected. The basement had been completely untouched by the fire. I pulled out the one that would put Laura in her full form carefully. I quickly dropped it into the bag Derek was holding.

"I will get my revenge Nora," Derek said seriously. I nodded, and handed him some rope. If we were going to do this we had to do this right. Thank god I didn't have any homework tonight.

We'd been digging for hours, and finally the hole was deep enough. Derek climbed out of the hole and grabbed the body. I watched as he carefully lowered her into the ground. Together we started filling in the hole. I helped him lay the rope in a spiral, and I planted the wolfsbane. Laura would be at peace now. I looked at Derek, and he just looked so utterly lost. The few weeks before he left all those years ago, he had turned to stone. No emotion whatsoever. He looked so alone and crushed, and my heart lurched. I missed the boy from my childhood, he died along with the rest of his family.

I pulled Derek into my arms once more, and I felt hot liquid seep through my shirt. I was in shock, but I didn't say a word. I just let him cry for a while. Finally he pulled himself together and out of my embrace, thanked me quickly and went back inside. I wasn't surprised. That's just how Derek Hale was. So I left, it was late so I ran quickly back to my jeep. I drove home, said hello to my mother, and went to bed. I dreamed of those red eyes. They were so different from my mothers, so bloodthirsty. It was terrifying, and maybe if I had been paying attention when I climbed out of my jeep, I would have noticed those eyes watching me head into my house.