AN: I do not own Teen Wolf, I only created the plot and OC's.


Jackson never would have admitted it out loud to anyone, but he had been jealous of Stiles.

In the beginning, it wasn't so bad, sure, they weren't best friends, but Jackson had Danny, and Stiles had Scott, so neither of them minded. They could get along, but Jackson was jealous, and Stiles was stubborn, so asking them to play nice for long periods of time was unreasonable.

The issues between them didn't start until they were a bit older. They had both fallen for Lydia Martin, a beautiful and intelligent girl in their year, and, well, like he said, Jackson doesn't share well. Things had gotten pretty bad between them, but a year later, when Jackson found out he was adopted, things got even worse.

It wasn't fair. Jackson might be rich, but Stiles was adored by his parents, even if he was a hyperactive spaz, and he was almost as smart as Lydia. In Jackson's mind, Stiles already had a better family, he didn't deserve Lydia, too. The next year, they couldn't be within thirty feet of each other without going off the rails. It would only be later that Jackson would learn that Stiles' mom had been getting sicker and sicker, and by the end of the year, she would be gone. Jackson felt bad, but he didn't leave Stiles alone, and year after year, Jackson never realized what an asshole he had become.

Not until his greed had literally transformed him into a giant mind controlled lizard hybrid, and he'd killed a handful of people along the way.

And especially not until Stiles had left, and Jackson was left starring at the fragmented Pack he had sort of fallen into.

He hadn't even been planning on staying, he'd already broken up with Lydia, he'd been talking to his parents about school in England. But then he opened the door, and for some reason, he didn't close the door in Isaac's face. Despite being a cold hearted former giant mind controlled lizard hybrid, Jackson found Isaac's wounded puppy dog eyes were surprisingly effective. Especially because Jackson knew what he'd been through, had even tried to get his dad to press charges, but without any evidence, Jackson was ordered to stay away from the curly haired boy.

"Your not going to change my mind," Jackson declared stubbornly, "This town is a mess, its no surprise Stilinksi left, he almost died every time he turned around" Jackson said bitterly, and Isaac didn't say anything, just following Jackson back into his bedroom.

"Okay, so Beacon Hills sucks, I'm not denying that, but... Maybe Stiles leaving was for the better. Something he'd said to Derek before he left changed him, he's been acting like a real Alpha. If you stay, maybe you could see what it truly means to be Pack" Isaac said, and Jackson snorted dubiously.

"Really?," he asked the blonde dryly, "this is the same man who bit four teenagers expecting them to do what he wanted" Jackson declared, and Isaac's lips twitched in amusement, even as his eyes turned down in disappointment.

"I know I cant change your mind, that Lydia probably cant even change your mind, but you should think about it. Being Pack isn't just about strength in numbers, its about family" Isaac said, getting up to leave.

Jackson smelt them only seconds before they appeared, and the only thing his warning abled him to do was pull Isaac back, rolling the two of them across the floor as a woman appeared where Isaac had been, fangs bared, with the grossest pedicure Jackson had ever seen, and a pair of blazing red eyes.

"Howl for Derek" Jackson told Isaac, but before Isaac could, the giant Alpha had reached forwards, moving so fast Jackson could hardly believe it. Jackson pushed Isaac out of the way, instinctively moving to protect the wolf. Jackson yelped as the woman wrapped a hand around his throat, and with a gentle shove, she had thrown him across the room to bounce across his bed and to the floor.

"Nighty night, gorgeous" the giant smirked, and then everything went dark.

When Jackson woke up, he was laying on a concrete floor, his head felt fuzzy and confused, but he knew he had already healed from the head wound. Isaac and a brunette girl were slouched against the wall, awake, but extremely unhappy.

"Good morning" a blind man, probably in his forties, walked into the room full of confidence, and Jackson decided attacking this one would be ill advised. He was not as fragile as he looked, an actual wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Not particularly. Why are we here?" Jackson asked, and the man looked right at him, leading Jackson to believe he wasn't truly blind.

"I am Deucalion, you've met the twins, and Kali. You are all leverage, and your going to remain here until I get what I want from Derek Hale" Deucalion smiled pleasantly, and Isaac snorted.

"I get why I'm here, but Jackson? He's not Pack, and I've never seen this girl in my life" Isaac declared, and Deucalion didn't seem perturbed, instead he only looked amused.

"Two of his betas is already a good bargaining chip, but a sister? Well, who do you think he will choose?" Deucalion asked Isaac, and Isaac's head swiveled to take in the mystery girls dark hair, tanned skin, and high cheekbones. And the scowl, which was mostly being aimed at Deucalion.

Derek's sister... But she's too young to be Laura Hale, the only other survivor of the fire... So it would have to be either Cora or Thea, one of the twins who had been killed in the fire with Derek's brother, parents, grandparents, aunt, and two cousins... Wow... When he thinks about it like that, Derek lost almost everyone, and then his uncle killed his sister...

"Cora Hale, at your service" the way she smiled at the Alpha made all the hair stand up on his arms, but Deucalion seemed unaffected.

Deucalion left, taking one of the twins with him, and leaving the other and Kali with them. After about an hour, Cora suddenly sat up, looking at something in front of her, but Jackson couldn't see or smell anything wrong. Jackson looked over at her, and shifted uncomfortably, drawing the twins attention as Jackson arched his back, his shoulders stiff, and the alpha starred at him.

Someone didn't play ball for the opposite team, Jackson thought, smelling attraction wafting off the young Alpha. Jackson noticed the guys blue eyes softened slightly, sympathy and guilt flashing in those baby blues. He didn't move for a minute, and Jackson continued fidgeting, but then he moved forwards, grabbing Jackson by the arm, and shoving him firmly against the wall, their bodies pressed together and eyes flashed blood red, a growl rumbling between them. For some reason, Jackson didn't feel threatened, it almost felt like the Alpha was playing, running a gentle hand up the length of his hip. Jackson gasped slightly in surprise when he saw lines of black creeping up his arm, and Jackson's discomfort eased away.

The alpha growled once more, and then he was retreating, fangs flashing, and Kali laughed mockingly.

"You always liked the pretty ones, Ethan, but this one is a little beyond your charms. Unless you take him unwillingly" Kali leered at him, and Ethan ran a possessive finger down his cheek and neck, leaving a line of tingling skin in its wake. Jackson clenched his teeth tightly, and had to resist the urge to either punch him in his stupidly pretty face, or press impossibly closer to the Alpha's scent.

"I like knowing my partners are enjoying themselves, plus, the prettiest ones are feisty" Ethan leered at him, but Jackson could see his eyes were soft, and Jackson couldn't help it. He inhaled, and was assaulted by cherries and lemon, with maybe a hint of caramel, with something sharp, like pepper, intertwined in it. Not exactly what occurred to him when he thought Alpha.

But it made him blush slightly when he smelt the amount of attraction in the air between them, and not just coming from Ethan.

"Ennis will be here in fifteen minutes with Aidan, try not to traumatize them" Kali cackled as she left the room, and as soon as she was gone, Ethan stepped back, giving Jackson some more space.

Why? Jackson thought at him, and received a guilty grin in return, before the Alpha turned away, and Jackson slowly eased himself down beside Isaac, who looked disgusted at him.

"Really? Our jailor? I thought you had good taste, but you dump Lydia, and want to jump our captor" Isaac grumbled, and Jackson's cheeks flushed, and he avoided Isaac's eyes.

"Still want me in your Pack?" Jackson asked curtly, and Isaac met his eyes, honesty shining in their depths.

"Yes" Isaac said simply, and Jackson inhaled sharply, but didn't say anything as the three of them fell into silence.

It only took another two hours before a howl shattered the tension between everyone, and something within Jackson untensed, and Jackson was immediately on his feet, catching Isaac as he was knocked down.

When the giant black wolf entered the room, Jackson's heart was conflicted as he seen Derek come to their rescue, tearing through Ennis and the twins, but at the same time, something inside him whined when Ethan was hurt. Nevertheless, he grabbed Isaac, and carried the wolf out of the bank.

The four of them hurried towards Derek's car, and Jackson remained at Isaac's back, his eyes burning blue, and Scott did the same thing with Cora. When Derek returned with the twins in tow, and Jackson couldn't take his eyes off of Ethan.

"What do we do about Deucalion and Kali?" Jackson asked, not relaxing, and Ethan made a small aborted motion with his hands, and his twin suddenly looked extremely annoyed.

"Don't tell me you pledged us to a new alpha because you want to get laid" Aidan growled, and Ethan's face burned, and he shot an annoyed glare at his brother.

"He smells different... Better" Ethan admitted, Derek currently absorbed in embracing his sisters. Not only was Cora alive, but apparently Stiles had resurrected Laura from the dead.

"He smells like salt water and pepper to me" Aidan shrugged, looking at Jackson in curiosity, and Ethan looked at Jackson closely.

"Yeah, but there's an undertone of something sweet and rich, like cherry and caramel" Ethan admitted, and Aidan leant in, inhaling Jackson's scent, causing Jackson to jump back, but Aidan only raised an eyebrow at his brother.

"Nothing" Aidan declared, and Derek wandered over, his face flushed with happiness.

"Its called Accenting, and it explains why my wolf wouldn't want to kill you. He could smell that your scent was combined with Jackson's, and wouldn't want to kill your mate" Derek explained, and Jackson's heart stuttered. He'd only half listened to Derek's brief overview of being a werewolf, but mates had been apart of that explanation.

"A trio? That's rare, especially if I haven't met our third" Ethan mused, and Jackson's face burned as he avoided the former alpha's eyes.

"I, uh, I think I know... Someone. Someone who smells like caramel" Jackson admitted, and Scott's jaw dropped in shock.

"Wait, what? You and Danny? And one of the alphas?" Scott blinked in confusion, and Ethan smiled at him, his eyelashes cast low, and his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

"Ew" everyone around them suddenly walked away, and Jackson's face burned again, and he opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly Lydia was driving up beside them, looking anxious and worried as she looked at him.

"Are you okay? Allison told me you were missing" Lydia strode forwards, and despite his attraction to the wolf behind him, Lydia still made his heart beat slightly faster. Even if they didn't work out romantically, Jackson had loved her for years, and probably always would.

"Yeah, Lydia, I'm okay" Jackson said, and she looked like she might step forwards to hug him, but thought better of it.

"Okay. Well, you should get home, school and all" Lydia took a hesitant step back, and Jackson cleared his throat.

"I'm staying" Jackson declared, and she gave him a searching look, and he looked over at Derek and the other betas swarming Cora and Laura.

"Good" Lydia smiled widely, and Jackson sneaked a look between a deeply upset Ethan, and then at a hopeful Lydia. Goddammit, why cant Lydia smell like caramel instead of vanilla?

"Um, maybe we'll get coffee, you know, as friends" Jackson said apologetically, and Lydia's eyes darted to the scowling werewolf behind him, and understanding passed over her face.

"Oh, you... Moved on quick" She looked a little bitter, but she offered a polite smile to Ethan, and he gave her a grimace, but shook her offered hand.

"Its actually pretty complicated," Jackson scratched behind his head, and she raised a questioning eyebrow at him, "Its a wolf thing, apparently soulmates are a thing" Jackson said, and the bitterness faded from her eyes.

"Soulmates… You know what? We'll talk about it at lunch, Maggie's at noon?" Lydia asked, but Jackson knew very well that this was no question, and resisting would be unwise.

"Sounds good" Jackson smiled ruefully, and she gave him a warm smile, and Ethan a polite nod, before returning to her car.

"I don't like her" Ethan growled behind her, and Jackson turned around, levelling him with a unimpressed look.

"Tough. Ex girlfriend or not, Lydia is important to me, and I'm not going to stop talking to her because some guy who says he's my mate is insecure " Jackson said bluntly, and Ethan looked extremely unhappy, but he surrendered to Jackson's sharp glare.

"Fine. I'll keep it to myself" Ethan's lips pressed together, and Jackson's wolf wilted in guilt, but Jackson stood his ground stubbornly.

This whole mate thing was going to give him a headache.


Jackson met Lydia at Maggie's Diner a little after noon. The red head was waiting at their usual table, and looked severely annoyed when Jackson practically stumbled through the door and over to the table. After the night he'd just had, he didn't think he deserved her anger, and by the away her glare softened when she seen his haggard appearance, she must have agreed.

After spending nearly two hours arguing with Ethan, who wanted to go with Jackson when he talked to Danny, and then several more hours actually talking to Danny, he was exhausted. He'd had to explain to Danny that the supernatural was real, tell him what Jackson had done, some general information about Pack hierarchy, being kidnapped with Isaac and Cora, and then them being mates with Ethan. Oh, and Jackson is bisexual, he hadn't told his gay best friend, and no, he wasn't ashamed. Oh, and he had kind of been crushing on his best friend since kindergarten. You know, all the easy conversations one wants to have with their closest friend.

"So... Mates?" Lydia asked, sipping her coffee gracefully, and Jackson ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Yeah, apparently werewolves can smell traces of a persons mate in someone's scent. Its mostly only obvious with trio's, which is why a lot of people don't find their mates, because apparently having two mates is really rare. For once, I wouldn't care if I was ordinary" Jackson said curtly, and Lydia studied him severely for a few minutes as the waitress dropped off Jackson's usual coffee, but quickly left when she seen Lydia's expression.

"So... Danny?" She asked, and Jackson winced, his cheeks flushing, and he couldn't force himself to look Lydia in the eyes, even when she gently intertwined their fingers together.

"Nothing ever happened between me and Danny," Jackson promised, meeting her eyes for a second, and she gave him a small smile "And... I'm sorry... Everything I put you through, and all the things I said, I didn't mean any of that. I love you, Lydia" Jackson said, squeezing her fingers gently, and Lydia blinked several times to keep from crying.

"But you don't love me... Like that. Not anymore" Lydia stated, her eyes sad, and Jackson looked her in the eyes.

"This mate thing doesn't erase what I feel for you, Lydia, I could ignore my attraction for them, and we could pick up where we left off. But that wouldn't be fair to you, Lydia, because a part of me will always love them too" Jackson said, guilt stirring his stomach, and Lydia opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"I've known for years that you loved Danny, and I've never understood why you never did anything about it. But... You already love Ethan? Being a werewolf, it just created these feelings for you?" She asked, hurt shining in her eyes, and Jackson felt his face burn, and he couldn't meet her eyes again.

"I don't think its love. You know that wildlife documentary you made me watch with you when you were sick? It talked about animals being attracted to a mate with particular characteristics, strength, or fertility, or beauty, but not love. I think my animal side is just directing me towards a mate that fits these characteristics, and my human side will decide if I love him. So... No. I don't love him, but I think I could" Jackson decided, and Lydia actually had to wipe a tear off her cheek.

"You still love me, but your also in love with Danny, and you think you could fall in love with Ethan" Lydia declared, and Jackson couldn't look away from their joined hands, his heart thudding against his ribs, and he knew he was probably pale as death.

"So... whole wheat pancakes with strawberries, and the meatetarian omelet, with a side of bacon, and orange juice, hold the pulp?" The waitress interrupted their silence, and they both managed to nod in agreement before falling back into silence.

"I won't pretend seeing you with other people won't hurt, because it will, but I would rather we be friends than tense acquaintances. I think a part of me will always love you, Jackson, and I hope you'll feel the same" Lydia smiled, her shoulders tense, and Jackson rubbed soothing circles into her wrist with his thumb.

"I want us to be friends, Lydia, but I've already hurt you a lot these past few months" Jackson said, and Lydia sighed heavily, rubbing her temples, and looking at him with determination.

"We have to try" Lydia declared, and the tension between them eased a bit as they started talking about simpler topics. Scott and Allison's permanent split, the Pack, including the three new Hale's Jackson had met, and school. They talked music, movies and celebrity gossip, mostly Lydia talking about that last one, and eventually they had both relaxed as they had finished their breakfast, and Jackson was walking her towards her car.

Suddenly, all the tension between them returned as neither knew what to do next. Normally, Jackson would kiss her, and she would promise to swing by his house later that night, but now... Jackson leaned in, and pressed a kiss against her cheek, her hair smelling like flowers as it tickled his nose, and Lydia wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a loose hug.

"Goodbye, Jackson" Lydia whispered, and then she was gone, and Jackson was starring at where she had been for several minutes. Eventually, he managed to snap out of his daze long enough to realize it was almost two, and he was supposed to be meeting Ethan at his house in thirty minutes, and he still had to shower.


Laura was nineteen, only three years older than Derek, when most her family were killed in the fire. About a year and half into a four year political science major at Columbia University in New York, she hadn't been ready to become an Alpha, and she certainly hadn't been ready to become the guardian of her traumatized little brother.

Derek didn't think she knew about Kate, but Laura had known since before the fire that he had been seeing someone. It was extremely hard to hide something like that from werewolves, especially nosy big sisters who were visiting for Christmas. Laura hadn't wanted to ruin the progress Derek had made since what happened with Paige, which was why she'd given Derek some space. It wasn't until her family was burning to death that she recognized Kate's scent among the ashes.

She had wanted to hunt the bitch down, and if it was just her on the line, she never would have hesitated... But Laura knew Derek was extremely fragile at that moment, and if she told Derek that she knew, he might crumble beneath his guilt, and he would never recover.

Laura wasn't ready to be an Alpha, but she had been a big sister most her life.

She took Derek to New York, leaving Peter behind, and it wasn't until that moment that she understood the weight of being Alpha that her mother had carried. When it was Laura's turn to make the hard decisions, she wished she could say she was a natural, but that was a bold faced lie. Maybe she should have prioritized the Hale legacy, she should have tried to salvage the Argent treaty, and get some justice for what Kate had done to her family. The Hunter's Council never would have tolerated a werewolf uprising, and that's exactly what would have happened if Laura had reached out to her mothers contacts.

Instead, Laura ran away.

She's sure generations of Hale's were rolling in their graves when Laura left Beacon Hills, which had been Hale Territory for centuries, virtually defenseless.

The Hale's had been a werewolf family ever since Harold Hale was turned by a rouge alpha in 1352 in France. Harold could have killed himself, or surrendered himself to the church, who would have killed him, but instead he fled west to Britain. The Hale's would grow into their heritage, becoming wealthy businessmen and respected warriors, who would serve under the crown. However, they had no true territory of their own, and with hunters closing in on their location, the Hale's made the tactical decision to move to America.

They settled in Virginia for years, but it wasn't until the gold rush in the 1800's that they settled somewhere permanently. The gold rush had attracted them to California, but finding the nemeton was better than any gold they would find. They bought over a thousand acres of land in Southern California, naming their new territory Beacon Hills. Within years, there was a small town prospering on the land, and the Hale family were raking in the dough. Or the gold, to be more exact.

The land was rich with gold, and werewolves had a talent for mining unlike any other. The Hale's created a series of underground tunnels, and an assortment of secret vaults, all across their land. Of course, nothing could last forever, and the gold dried up, and people settled in Beacon Hills permanently. They got married, had children, created jobs, and schools and hospitals. The Hale's owned everything, occasionally selling parts of their land, but the Hale's were easily the wealthiest people around.

After the American Revolution, they agreed to sell the government funded buildings back to the country, but they still owned over 80% of Beacon Hills. That would decrease over time, as people wanted to own the land they were living on, and the Hale's would rather that they stay in Beacon Hills, providing jobs and income for the family.

Of course, the Hale's hadn't sold all of the gold they had mined, their family was extremely paranoid. They created a vault deep in the preserve, where they kept millions of dollars worth of gold, and year after year, more Hale's would add to the fortune. Laura had seen the treasury only once, on her eighteenth birthday, when her mom had let her in on a few of the family secrets.

Still, despite knowing how hard her family had worked to hold their territory, Laura had still left it all behind. She wasn't like her mom, Talia Hale had been strong, but kind, she had been serious, but funny, and she could make you feel like the center of the universe, or a small insignificant bug. She would have rained hell down on the Argent's, but Laura wasn't strong enough. She couldn't avenge her family, but she could protect Derek.

She might have been the heir, but Derek was the one that was truly born to be an Alpha. Derek wasn't perfect, he was temperamental, impatient, and stubborn. But he had a heart of gold, and it didn't take Laura long to see that he would make a far better Alpha than Laura ever did. Laura couldn't see the big picture, she would always put her own desires first, but Derek had sacrificed his own happiness to pull his Pack together. They weren't unbreakable, but within the few days that Derek had pushed Stiles away, their pack bonds had tripled in strength.

That doesn't mean she hadn't wanted to shake some sense into her brother.

Stiles loved him, and Derek loved Stiles. Derek was just being an idiot, he was afraid that he was going to get hurt again, and couldn't even recognize that Stiles was the real deal.

Watching Derek flourish made Laura happy and sad, because she was so proud, but she wished she could have been there beside him. Careful what you wish for, huh?

One second she was watching over Cora, Isaac and Jackson, and then suddenly her vision was burning silver, and everything went dark. It took her a moment to realize it was dark because she was underground, and she couldn't breath.

Laura wasn't sure how long she was like this, but she was beginning to loose consciousness again when the top of her coffin was ripped open, flooding her with sweet oxygen, and brining with it the sensation of life.

She was alive.

She could feel the itchiness of her dress, the pounding of her heart, and the wind on her face. She could smell freshly cut grass, flowers, and vanilla perfume. She could hear nervous whispering, and two hearts beating above her, as Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd helped her out of the grave.

"Laura Hale?" Erica gasped, and Laura watched as sparks of silver magic retreated underneath her skin, easing the last bit of pain in her stomach.

"Tell me everything" Laura whispered, her voice thick, and Erica and Vernon exchanged a cautious look, before Erica launched into an explanation as they lead her back towards the car.


Derek - Stiles

Erica - Boyd

Scott - Malia

Cora - Isaac

Lydia - Aidan

Jackson - Ethan - Danny

Laura - Jordan

Alison - OC

Chris - Peter

Melissa - John