Decided to post another chapter because it's been awhile and I don't know when I'll write more of this story. I have 2 other stories I'm working on right now because I can't seem to stay on one thing.

My other story is called "Their Story" If you want to check it out. I would appreciate it if you gave it a try. The other story isn't a Teen Wolf story and I don't plan on posting it soon because I'm not sure where I'm going with it or if I'll even finish it.

"Their Story" is almost complete, I'm currently writing the last chapter, chapter 25, so there's 3 more to be posted.

I'm trying with this story, but with all the other things I got going on and my brains inability to focus on one thing for to long isn't helping, so I apologize for those reading this story.

Well, that's enough ranting for now, I'll let you get to the story, enjoy.

"Hey, mom." I greeted in a quiet voice after I sat down. It's not like talking any louder would wake her, she hasn't been awake for 6 years, and she's not going to wake up any time soon.

I sighed as I leaned back in the chair, looking at my mothers peaceful face. "Oh man, you would not believe what I did today." I said with a chuckle, imagining what she would say to me breaking someone out of jail. Well, a holding cell that he had already broken out of.

"I didn't bring any books this time but I will next time, promise." I like to read to my mother. Fairy tales. She always loved to read me fairy tales. We would sometimes make up our own stories, or what people went on to do after the stories ended. I even sing to her sometimes, but not often.

It was always me, my dad, and aunt that would sing, mom would just laugh at how ridiculous we looked. But she always said how she loved it when we would sing. After what happened it took me a few years before I started to sing again. It was mom that got me to sing again, even though she's in a coma, she somehow got me to do it.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my chin in top of them. "Remember those people I told you about? Well I think it's safe to call them friends, maybe. I mean what else would you call someone who helps you break someone else out of a holding cell just for the hell of it."

I shook my head as I stood up and took the last step towards her bed. "I'm sorry mom, I know you wouldn't want me getting in trouble, but it was for a good reason." I said as I took her hand, bending down and kissing her forehead. "Goodnight mom, love you."

I turned around and sat back in the chair, pulling my knees up again, resting my chin on them, and falling asleep.

I watched as Allison kicked Scott's leg out from under him, making him fall off the wall. I chuckled a little, shaking my head and went back to ignoring everyone.

"Alright, Stiles, Erica, the wall." Coach called out. I glanced up as Stiles walked towards the wall and away from his place beside me but soon looked down at my nails, pretending to be interested in them.

I look back up from my nails when I hear the soft please for help, and notice Erica a little ways up the wall, not moving. The poor girl is terrified.

"Erica, dizzy? Is it vertigo?" I heard coach asking. I kind of like the dude but at the same time I just wanna punch him in the face.

"Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out." Lydia said, which is true, she is 'freaking out' as she said, but everyone standing around, staring up at her isn't helping.

"Erica."
"I'm fine." Erica said, sounding far from fine.

I pushed past two really smelly kids to stand next to couch and said. "You know she's epileptic, this probably wasn't the best idea."

"Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?" He said while looking around, " I have to get - Erica, y - you're fine. Just - Just kick off from the wall. Th - There's a mat to catch you." And she's attached to a safety rope, that seems important to mention to me. "Come on. See, you're fine." Coach started saying as she made her way down the wall. "You're on the ground. You're all right. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine."

Erica started walking away with everyone laughing at her. I honestly don't see what was so funny about that. All I know is I don't want to be in here with these assholes even more than I did 5 minutes ago, and I didn't think that was possible.

I started to move away, roughly hitting the shoulder of a boy who was laughing, making him stagger back and almost fall over. I think he may have shot me a glare but I ignored it an continued on my way.

Roughly throwing my clothes into my locker, I was thinking about how I wanted this school day to be over already, I desperately needed to go for a run through the woods.

I was just closing my locker when this weird feeling hit me. The hairs on my arms stood up and I felt a weird trimmer in my hands. I looked down at them with furrowed brows before I darted out of the locker room and into the gym.

I was running towards the rock wall, noticing Scott was here too. We both ran over just in time to catch Erica before she hit the floor and lowered her slowly.

"On her side." I said to Scott as I started to turn her. He helped me roll her as I noticed everyone else making there way over. Great, just what she needs right now.

Walking up to the front door, I listen closely to see if anyone was home. Sighing in relief when I heard no one, I took my key, slid it into the lock, and twisted. Opening the door, I turned my nose up at the smell of cigarette smoke and I don't even want to think about what else.

I made my way down the narrow hallway that led to my small bedroom. After reclosing my door, I went straight for my window and opened it. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I closed my eyes before turning and falling onto my bed.

I stared up at my ceiling as I sorted through my thoughts. Erica is a werewolf now, Derek turned her. Obviously, he's the only alpha in town. That means he has two betas in his pack. So he'll be wanting another one. He'll find another teenager to turn most likely. Hell, he may even ask me. Let's just hope he doesn't.

Before I could get anymore lost in thought, I heard the annoyingly familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Sighing, I get up and grab the bag below my window before crawling out, dodging the bushes and weeds below it.

I turn and close the window. It doesn't lock, probably hasn't in years. It was stuck with layers of paint and rust but I was able to rip it open easily. It's probably still hard for human strength to open.
Crouching down, I unzipped the duffle and pull out a smaller backpack. I set it aside before hiding the duffle in the bushes below my window. I grabbed the backpack and swung it onto my back as I turned and made my way into the woods behind my house.

I walked through the familiar woods and towards 'my spot' I guess you could call it. Getting there, I walked into the little circle of trees and onto the patches of grass and other weeds. It was already pretty dark out, you could almost see the stars through the tree tops.

Dropped to the ground in the middle of the circle, I took off my backpack and set it to the side.

"You gonna come out, or just stand there all night." I spoke into the darkness. "You know," I started speaking again once the dark figure emerged from the trees, "for an alpha, you're not very quiet."
"Or maybe I wanted you to hear me." He countered as he stood slightly in front of me.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, I heard your heavy footsteps the entire walk." I gave a quick sigh, speaking again before he could, having a good idea as to why he was following me."The answer is 'no' by the way."

"You haven't even heard the question." He said, sitting across from me now.

"I don't have to, I know what it is. And I will tell you the same thing I told Peter. I don't need another pack." I realized my slip as soon as I said it. I didn't mean to say 'another'. Maybe he won't notice. "And please don't give me some speech about the packs strength or whatever you had prepared because I don't wanna hear it," I started speaking again before he had the chance, hoping to distract him from noticing my slip. "Not tonight, I'm really not in the mood. So just leave, let me be alone." I finished talking, keeping my voice calm and quiet.

He was nodded, looking like he was, surprisingly, accepting my answer although he didn't want to, before I saw his eyes land on something to my left. I followed his eyes where they landed on the backpack I discarded earlier.

"Going camping?" He asked slightly sarcastically.

"Something like that." I mumbled, looking back at him, wondering if he was going to leave.

He sighed before standing up, but not walking away. "Did you really hear me the whole way?" He asked like it was so hard to believe. I just shrugged, although the answer was 'yes'. He blew out a breath that sounded oddly like a chuckle.

He took a few steps away but stopped and looked over his shoulder, saying. "Think about it." Then started walking away.

"Derek." I called out, making him stop and turn. "Be careful." I said, surprising both of us, but he recovered quickly and gave a nod before walking into the dark forest.

I watched him walk away until I couldn't see him anymore but I continued to listen. When I couldn't hear him anymore, I turned and dragged my bag closer to me. Unzipping it, I checked the contents, making sure I hadn't forgotten to refill it from last time.

Everything was there, a change of clothes, a towel, some water, and a few other things in case. After being satisfied that I had everything, I stood and shrugged off my jacket (it's not leather. Just a jean jacket with a hoodie). Gathering my pack and jacket, I walk over to a tree and hang them from a low branch.

Turning around, I'm able to glance up and see the moon through the branches in the trees. It's not full, but it doesn't need to be. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before opening them again, having no doubt that they're glowing.

Taking another deep breath, I focus on my 'inner wolf', as dad would call it. I always thought it sounded a little ridiculous.

I feel my teeth and nails get longer and sharper as they start to grow. Not longer after my nails are out I can feel the bones in my hands start to shift as they change. I feel the same sensation as it climbs up my arms and into my shoulders, up my neck and down my back where it spreads into my legs.

It doesn't hurt per se, it's not the most comfortable thing ever though. The more you shift the easier it gets and the less painful. I try not to go longer than three weeks to a month without shifting. I love running through the woods as a wolf, makes me fill close with my family. It can get hard sometimes with school and work.

My boss is a really nice guy though, he reminds me of my grandfather, he knows how much I need the job and lets me have the hours that work best for me. I work at an old diner in town, it's not a dream job but I can't complain, my coworkers are nice enough. You'll get a bad customer occasionally, the ones that you wish you could drop the burning hot coffee or food onto, but you deal with them and they leave, sometimes. I only had to force one guy out before. Not gonna lie, I enjoyed it.

Back to the point, it can be hard to get 'shifting time' in. Besides school and work, I spend more time than I probably should at the hospital, visiting mom, but that's half way because I don't want to be at the house.

I live with my aunt, from my moms side. I have a hard time believing that she is related to mom, much less her sister. They're opposite in almost every way. Mom's the sweetest person you could ever meet, but she's strong minded and would never give up without a fight. 'Stubborn' my dad would call her. But my aunt is nothing short of a complete bitch, that word doesn't feel right but I can't think of another one.

I'm surprised she even took me in after what happened, I know she hates me. And although she doesn't seem to care about mom either, I know she blames me for what happened, not that it matters, I blame myself just as much.

And don't get me started on the company she keeps. All complete douche bags. This month it's some dude named Roger I think. Pretty sure he sells drugs, I know he sure as hell uses them. He's a ass and a disaster waiting to happen, I don't know why she keeps people like that around, probably for easy access to their drugs or something, it can't be for their charming personality, the last guy broke her arm and left her with a black eye. She wasn't going to do anything about it, and she may hate me and I may not be her number one fan but that didn't stop me from getting rid of the dude. Not important how I got rid of him, but he won't be coming back any time soon.

Anyway, as I feel the last few bones shift and lock into place, I open my eyes, and stare down at my white paws. My father was a brown wolf, but me, I get more than just my name from my grandmother.
Looked around at my surroundings, I focus on everything I can see and hear. Fireflies darting around, doing what they do. Crickets and other little creatures. A few deer off to my left, along with all the other creatures that haven't turned into there nests or homes for the night, or the ones that are just now coming out.

I love the woods, always have. I remember doing this with my family when I was little, with my pack. I miss them all the time, even more when I'm out here. Shaking those thoughts away, I start running a familiar path through all the trees and leaves, jumping over or ducking under anything that gets in my way.

I run for awhile, loving how free it makes me feel, the cold wind hitting my face, the leaves crunching under my paws. I soon start to slow down before coming to a stop, picking up on a scent. Smelling around, I pick up on it. Scott. It's Scott's scent. Wonder what he's doing out here.

Slowly, I start walking again, following the scent. I'm sure it's none of my business and I should probably leave, but curiosity gets the better of me. Good thing I'm not a cat.

Silent as a mouse, I make my way through the trees, dodging fallen sticks or other noisy things, I soon come to the edge of the last few trees before a clearing. I see Scott, he's sitting on top of a rock looking out over town.

I don't approach, just watch and wonder what he's doing. Clearing his head or probably waiting for Allison. Some sort of secret meeting most likely.

Deciding to leave him be, I turn around to leave but was so in my thoughts I didn't notice the twig in front of me. I stepped on it, and of course, it had to make the loudest cracking sound ever. So cliché.

I whip my head around to look at Scott instead of just running for some reason. We make eye contact and I see how his brows furrow and his eyes narrow in confusion. We stare for a moment, his confusion fade slightly into more of a thinking face but I don't wait much longer before turning and making a quiet get away. Not that it matters that much, he already saw me. Not that it's a bad thing I guess, he didn't know it was me.

I run around the woods some more, contemplating just sleeping out here for the night. But I remember I have school and some things I need to get done before then and those thoughts outweigh the others and I make my way back to the pack I left in my little tree circle.

Slowly walking up the tree I left my things at, I slowly make my way into 'human form' or whatever you wanna call it. I get to the tree and rip my back down, grabbing the change of close before putting them on.

After dressing, I slip on my jacket and start my walk back towards the house. Sooner than I would have liked, I reach my window and crawl back in, not bothering with the duffle bag below it.

I walk over to my door, throwing my backpack on my bed as I pass, I listen. Just one person in the house, my aunt. Roger was here earlier, I can still smell his stench. Noticing how my aunt was asleep, probably passed out or something, I deem it safe enough to exit my room and make my way to the bathroom where I take a shower.

Once done I crawl onto my bed and start on the wretched homework I have. I spend almost all day at school, it isn't enough for them so they send more work home with me? It's just messed up.

I finish with it later than I would have liked and throw in off my bed before falling back to try and get some sleep.

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