Again another one of my iffy chapters. I was trying to write this with a lot of distractions. hmmhmm. Family!

Song: Set Fire to The Rain-Adele

The darkness of the woods crept around me. The smell of fall filtered through my nose. I leaned up against the base of the old oak I was resting under. Slowly I stood on all fours and stretched, my two front paws above me, and my butt in the air. I stood back up and leaned forward, stretching my back legs. Shaking off the chill and dew that clung to my grey and white coat, I sucked in a deep breath only to catch a familiar scent. Musky male, woodsy pines with a hint of after shave. I ventured away from the safety and comfort of my tree, leaves crunching under my paws. I stuck my snout to the sky, locating the full moon. It's soft glow casting streams of light through the trees and to the floor of the woods. I stepped into one of the tiny shards and felt the instant strength it brought. My body tingled, my senses painfully acute, and my temperature rose. The heat spreading down my spine to my tail and down to my paws.

With my head still to the moon I howled loud and embracive. I listened as it echoed through the dense woods carrying far away. The slices of moonlight faded from the forest floor as the darkness swept once again around me. A few seconds later the moonlight reappeared casting a line through winding trees. Interesting. Never had I seen the moon do that before. I followed it curiously twining through trees, my nose following 'his' scent that seemed to be taking the same path. I knew I was in his woods, but I didn't recognize where.

As I continued to follow I heard the sound of running water and the scent became stronger. I picked up my pace only to still when I came to a clearing. I was stunned at the sight I was greeted with.

The moonlight opened up to expose a stream dividing the woods. The stream it's self as clear as the night sky. Beautiful colored leaves covered the ground around it and the trees themselves. An old beach wood had fallen over the stream to make a bridge. And on it crouched the most beautiful man. He wore black jeans, bare feet, and a black t-shirt. His jet black hair glistened in the moonlight. Pale skin casting a light glow. His claws dug into the old tree, his green eyes shined blue. I watched as he threw his head back to the sky and howled. He was answering my call from earlier.

I crept out of the tree line I had been hiding in and walked to the edge of the natural bridge. He spun slowly still crouched, to face me. His lips pulled back over his teeth into a smile filled with desire. I watched as he beckoned me with one finger. Carefully, I crept closer to him still weary. He stood to his full height and placed a hand on my head.

"Come to me." He whispered. I felt my hair start to shed off my body and bones contort back. He took his hand off my head and knelt down, staring me in the eyes. Grabbing my shoulders he brought me up with out breaking eye contact till I was standing. Closing the distance between us he meshed our bodies together, one hand tracing my face.

"Mine." His last word before capturing my mouth and melting my entire being. His tongue swept through my mouth exploring before finally returning back to my tongue sucking it deeper into his mouth. My arms wrapped around his neck mussing the back of his hair. His hands tracing down my sides and back.

"Derek." I pulled out of his kiss but he still didn't release me. "Derek I ca…" He pushed a finger to my lips to silence me.

"Look." I followed his gaze down to the stream and saw our reflections. But I saw more. I seen deeper into us. Our souls. I stared at the wolves within us. Some how they seemed connected. I felt the joy, the pain, and the completeness. I no longer sensed the emptiness that once coursed through us.

The reflection ended and a bright light followed by a loud obnoxious banging took its place. I no longer felt the protective embrace of Derek, but rather the sharp pain and tugging of my body upwards.

"Maine. Maine. Wake up. The sheriffs here." The gruff voice of Derek echoed in my ear.

"What….?" I asked still groggy from sleep. My eyes still hadn't focused. Somewhere behind me I heard the rapid footsteps of Stiles.

"Hold on Dad. I was just umm...getting dressed." Stiles shouted back.

"You better hurry up. You're going to be late for school son. It's already 6:15." Sheriff Stilinski yelled back through the closed door.

"I know! I know! Be down stairs in a minute!" Stiles answered back. "Derek is she ok?" he questioned in a hushed tone.

"Yea, just in a deep sleep." Derek whispered back. "Go distract your dad."

"Oh sure." Stiles grumbled before running out of his bed room and down stairs. I was finally coming too when Derek shook me one last time.

"Maine. Come to me." He commanded. My eyes widened and focused on the man above me. His eyes were those spring grass green and a five o'clock shadow graced his handsome face. I reached up and traced my hand down his jaw line. He smiled at me and added "Oh yea, your back."

He unzipped my sleeping bag to be greeted with, well what else then my nudity. His lust flooded me from head to toe as his eyes roamed over me. I watched as his eyes flickered blue then back green. Derek grabbed my hand quickly and dragged me up. With a blink he had his shirt over his head and putting it over mine. I was stuffing my arms in the holes when he threw a pair of grey sweat pants at me.

"Here. Wear these till I get you some cloths." Derek spat at me. As soon as I got them on he picked me up and slid through the window, landing lightly on his feet. Over the fence again and to the woods. He stopped when we made it far enough into the woods and sat me down. Confused, I stood there messing with a loose string on the bottom of his shirt.

"Why are you here?" I was thrown off by the question so I stuttered.

"Umm, well, I-I. I'm here for work if you must know."

"No. I mean why where you in my woods the other night?"

"Well, first off I didn't know they were 'yourrr' woods. Secondly, I wanted to go for a run to work off some stress. I didn't know that some bitch hunter was going to shoot me." I defended myself, not really knowing what he wanted from me. I watched as he paced back and forth before finally turning to me. I dared a break in my empathy walls just to see what had got him so agitated with me. I found a jumble of emotions being passed back and forth. Lust to agitation, sadness to anger. He was trying to sort through so many emotions at once and I knew immediately that he wasn't used to having so many emotions coursing through him that he couldn't control. The few times that I had seen the expressionless mask he wore so well in front of others he couldn't put on in front of me.

"Come on. We need to get moving." He started to pick me up but I waved him away.

"No. I'll walk. Promise to keep up." I said, thinking that time not touching me might do him some good. Besides, I had my own things to think about. Like what in the hell was that dream about? He eyed me suspiciously as I pushed pass him in the general direction we had come from. I wrapped my arms around my middle to keep my side from pulling too much, also it was still pretty damn chilly. I knew Derek was following close most likely to keep me from falling. The pain in my side shot through me every step and I briefly wondered if I was going to go back through that hell like last night. Had Derek got the bullet out? And was the poison out of my bloodstream now? Oh, and what the fuck was the shit in that bullet? I had so many questions running through my head but didn't dare speak.

My mind tracked back to the dream. It was weird. Never had I had such a vivid dream. One about a man I barley knew at that! I couldn't shake the image in the water. The feeling of connection. My wolf pressed at me from inside. Its own feelings bubbling over into me. I knew what it was hinting at, but I wouldn't allow myself to feel that way. Not now.

I tried to distract myself. My thoughts turning towards Stiles. He was such a joy to be around. Quirky, more than likely ADHD positive and the never ending adder all hype. Even when his life was being threatened he still found a way to be positive. I wondered how on earth Derek hadn't killed him by now and what he thought of his friend Scott being a werewolf. He clearly didn't think too much of weres by the statement last night. I was really starting to miss his quirkiness. I heard a growl from behind me and stopped to face Derek.

"What are you….?"

"Stop!" he shouted at me.

"Stop. Stop what? In case you haven't noticed I'm not walking anymore."

"No! Stop with the feelings! Stop pushing them at me!"

"What? But Derek, I'm not. At least I don't think so.?"

"Gahh. You're thinking of Stiles! Stop!"

"Wait….How did you?"

"I can feel the same quirky bull shit coming from you that Stiles does! And the rest of your conflicting emotions! Ahh!" He clutched his head and stumbled back against a tree. Bending over resting his elbows on his knees he closed his hands tighter over his head. I rushed over to him quickly placing a hand on his shoulder. I kneeled in front of him trying to see his face.

"Derek, look at me." Much to my amazement he actually listened to me. He lifted his eyes trying to meet mine and I saw the agony in them. I didn't know what to do except try to close off all my emotions from him. Slowly I saw the pain start to abandon him as I closed more of myself off. He slid down the tree and sat on the ground. He was breathing heavy and his heart raced. I cupped one of his hands in my own. "Derek, I'm sooo sorry. I didn't know that I was pushing my emotions at you." He nodded slowly one hand rubbing his forehead. I started to stand but was pulled back down. His hand clasping mine, refusing to release it. He dragged me between his knees and into his embrace. He kissed me lightly, no tongue (damn it), and pulled back.

Staring me in the eyes he said "Don't think about Stiles anymore." I nodded slowly and he pulled me back up. Picking me up again we walked back to…? Well, tell you the truth. I have no fricken clue where we were going. If we couldn't go back to his house, or to the hotel, and we just got kicked out of Stiles, whoops, I mean you know who's house. Then where were we going?

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