I walked out into the main room and found Stiles and Cora standing there. Andy was sitting on the couch, his face really pale. He wasn't healing like he was supposed to and Derek was no where to be found.

"They were there for two days, it's what we're taught to do when the hunters are looking for us. Hide and heal." Cora said, looking out the window. I could hear the thunder rumbling outside.

"Okay, so is two days standard then?" Stiles asked. "Or are we thinking Derek is on some sort of extended get away?"

"Why do you care?" Cora scoffed.

"Why do I care?" Stiles repeated. "Let's see, because within the past two weeks, my best friend has tried to kill himself, his boss nearly got ritually sacrificed, a girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed, Boyd was killed by alphas, you want me to keep going?" he asked. "Cause I can, for like an hour!"

"You think Derek can do anything about that?" Cora scoffed.

"Well since he's the one everyone seems to be after, I think he should do something about it," Stiles retorted.

"I don't know," Cora sighed. "There's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when I knew him."

"What was he like?" I asked curiously.

"A lot like Scott, actually," Peter said as he walked down the spiral stairway. "A lot like most teenagers, unbearably romantic, narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers," he walked over to where the rest of us sat.

"So what happened, what changed him?" Stiles frowned.

"Well the same thing that changes a lot of young men," Peter shrugged. "A girl."

"You're telling me some girl broke his little heart? That's why Derek is the way he is?" Stiles retorted.

"Do you remember Derek before he was an alpha? He had blue eyes?" Peter asked. "Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?"

"I just always thought it was a genetic thing," Stiles shrugged.

"If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes."

"Well what changed the color of his eyes?" I asked.

"Well, there's a story to it." Peter said.

"Let's hear it." Cora shrugged.

"Alright, you see, this girl was into instruments." Peter told them. "The cello. That was what she played. She would play along to a metronome, so she wouldn't speed ahead or slow down. Back then, the sport wasn't lacrosse. It was basketball. Derek and his friends would practice where ever they were, as long as they had a ball."

"Derek told me he used to play basketball in high school," Andy coughed.

"Yes, he was good at it too. Anyways, Derek and his friends were playing basketball in the same hallway where the music room was. The rhythm of the ball was interfering with the girl's metronome. She was angry. So she came out of the band room and asked them to play somewhere else,"

"What did Derek do?" I asked curiously.

"Derek started being a smart ass." Peter scoffed. "She got annoyed with him after a while, and just went back to her practicing. He followed her, and asked for her name. She told him that she would tell him if he could play just one instrument in the room."

"What instrument did he play?" I asked.

"He played the triangle." Peter laughed. "Like promised, she told him her name. It was Paige."

"Wait, if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he?" Stiles asked. We had all sat sat on the couches. I had Andy on one side, and Stiles on the other. Peter and Cora were sitting on the other couch. "How old were you? How old are you now?" he frowned.

"Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you think." Peter replied.

"Okay that was frustratingly vague, how old are you?" he asked Cora.

"Seventeen." Cora replied.

"See?" Stiles scoffed. "That's an answer. That's how you answer people."

"Well, seventeen in how you would measure in years,"

"Okay, I'm just going to drop it." Stiles sighed. "What happened to Derek and the cello girl?" he asked.

"Well what do you think?" Peter scoffed. "They're teenagers. One minute they hate each other, the next they're all over each other in any dark corner they can find." he retorted. "They're favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills."

"Okay wait," Stiles scoffed."How do you know all of this?"

"Did you just, follow Derek around all the time?" I laughed.

"Back then, I wasn't just Derek's uncle. I was his best friend." Peter sighed. "His closest confident. That's how I knew." he told us. "That was also where some packs would come to Derek's mother, my sister Talia for guidance. Ennis, Kali and Deucalion. All with their own packs before they killed them. Ennis was angry. The Argents had killed one of his betas. They shot him with an arrow to the throat, then cut him in half. He wanted to take action. Talia didn't want violence. So he got angry and made a mark in the wall," Peter stood and walked to the window. He drew a spiral with the condensation on the window. "Our mark for vendetta."

"You guys really take that whole revenge thing to a whole new level," Stiles scoffed.

"It's not just revenge," Andy scoffed. He coughed, I could tell he was in pain. I held his hand, taking some of it away from him. He nodded gratefully.

"Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family. It's like you lose a limb." Cora added.

"They wouldn't even let Ennis see the body." Peter continued. "He tried to tell them that he was all the family that kid had, but they still wouldn't have it."

"I don't get it," Cora frowned. "What does this have to do with Derek?"

"Everything." Peter scoffed. He started walking back over to us. "It's never just a single moment. It's a confluence of events. Personally, I looked at Ennis's circumstance and saw profound loss. Derek saw something different. He saw an opportunity."

"Opportunity?" I frowned. "To do what?"

"To always be with her." Peter answered. "The thing was, he had this constant fear. He was obsessing over it. Thinking about it, all night and all day. He wanted to turn her. I kept telling him not to do it. Everyday the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. You know teenagers," Peter scoffed. "I bet he even blames me. He's probably convinced himself the whole thing was my idea. You all know what an emissary is, right?" Peter asked.

"What is that?" Stiles asked curiously. "Andy, you and Melody mentioned it to me before, when you told me that your pack used to put you under the care of your emissary on the full moons until you turned five, but you never explained to me what it was."

"They keep us connected to humanity," Cora explained. "But they are secret in the pack, sometimes only the alpha knows who the emissary is. Derek and me had no idea about Deaton."

"Or his sister," Peter added ."Morrell."

"She's an emissary too?" Stiles frowned.

"To the alpha pack." Peter nodded .

"Our guidance counselor?" Stiles hissed. "Why the hell don't you people tell me any of this stuff? I shared some really intimidate details with her."

"And did she give you good advice?" Cora asked me.

"Actually yeah," Stiles shrugged.

"That's what they do," Peter nodded. "That's what Deaton used to do for Talia. But anyways, back to the story. Paige was at the school, at night."

"But why would he choose Ennis?" I asked.

"Why not?" Peter shrugged. "Ennis needed a new member for his pack. Paige was young and strong. And doing a favor for Derek would put him on good terms with Talia and back then, everyone wanted to be on good terms with her."

"He doesn't remember that it was Ennis, does he?" Stiles asked.

"If he does, he keeps it to himself," Peter shrugged.

"What happened next?" Andy asked. "Did Ennis turn her?"

"Almost," Peter muttered. "Derek heard Paige's screams, and Ennis's roar, and he couldn't with stain the guilt. He changed his mind, and went after Ennis. Obviously that didn't work, Derek was a teenage beta, and Ennis was an alpha. He came at Ennis. A fifteen year old boy. Against a giant. But there was no reason for him to fight. She had already been bitten."

"So did she turn?" I asked what we were all thinking.

"She should have," Peter replied. "Most of the time the bite takes." he sighed. "Most of the time." he repeated.

"When you offered it to me," Stiles said slowly. "You said if it doesn't kill you."

"If," he nodded. "Derek took her away from the school. To this root cellar in the woods. He sat on the root of this tree, and held her there. I had followed them, and Derek saw me. He asked me what was happening to her. He knew the answer though. It didn't matter that she was young and strong. Some people just aren't made for this. She fought. She struggled desperately to survive. He tried taking away her pain. But it didn't do much. Paige knew she was going to die. She asked him to end her suffering." Peter told us.

"So he killed her." Stiles said out loud.

"He made her suffering go away." Peter nodded. "She died in his arms. I remember taking her body from his arms, to the woods, to a place where I knew it would be found. Another in long line of Beacon Hills's animal attacks."

"What about Derek?" Cora asked.

"Taking an innocent life takes something from you as well. A bit of your soul. Darkening it. Dimming the once bright, golden yellow, to a cold, steel blue. Like mine," he showed us his blue eyes.

"I didn't know that was why a werewolf's eyes were blue," I muttered.

"Melody, aren't yours and Andy's eyes blue?" Cora asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"How? If that's how Derek's eyes changed, how did yours?" Stiles asked curiously.

"I would have to explain how our pack worked to tell you." I sighed.

"We're listening." Stiles smiled.

"Andy and me weren't the only ones who were raised in the pack," I started. "In fact, aside from our alpha, everyone had been raised there. Our pack was huge. I don't know how Ethan and Aiden managed to take them all down. We were a brutal pack, but we still had laws. Our biggest law, was the law about joining the pack. You couldn't just join at any age, you had to be under the age of one. You couldn't have reached your first birthday, otherwise we wouldn't take you. "

"Why not?" Cora frowned. "Why would that matter?"

"Our alpha wanted us to have little to no memory of our parents. He thought that if we remembered them, we would be soft. He didn't want anyone being soft on him. After we were given to the pack, we weren't allowed to see or even meet our parents. They weren't supposed to matter to us anymore. The pack was our new family. Our parents, what little our alpha told us about them, had given us all to the pack when we were four months old. All of us. Ethan and Aiden first. Then Andy. And finally, me. You see, the day you were born didn't matter to the pack. We didn't care. Our 'birthday' was the day we joined the pack. I don't even know what my real birthday is," I scoffed.

"Well, what was your birthday in your pack then?" Stiles asked.

"March twenty-first." I replied. "That was when my parents gave me to our alpha. Andy's was June twentieth. When you turn five years old, you start your training. At the age of ten, your training is complete."

"That's it?" Stiles frowned."Only five years of training?"

"It was a horrible five years. They always pushed us to fight. All day everyday we would have brutal training sessions. Each day with someone new. We would spar from sunrise to sunset with barely any breaks. The one day we wouldn't train, was the day of the full moon. The pack would spend the day and the night all together. We didn't go into town very often. Only the alpha and a few of the betas. We had cabins, and that was where we lived. At ten, we were expected to already know everything we needed. Because we would have to pass the test to continue."

"What was the test?" Cora asked.

"Our alpha would take you into the town, and he would choose a target. The test was the get them alone, and then take their life." I sighed.

"Ten years old and you had to kill someone?" Stiles's eyes widened.

"Yes." Andy nodded. It had been a while since he had spoken up. "I almost didn't pass."

"What happens if you don't pass?" Cora asked.

"The alpha will choose someone in the pack, anyone of his choice. And whoever failed would have to fight. Only one would win. The other would be dead." I explained.

"Andy, you're thirteen. That means that you would have already had to kill someone." Stiles shuddered.

"But you said that you almost didn't pass. What does that mean?" Cora asked.

"It means that I didn't kill an innocent human. I refused. For my opponent, our alpha chose the closest thing I had to a friend. Another omega named Tyler. He was only a few months older than me. I didn't want to fight, but Tyler wasn't going to go soft on me. He wasn't kind like I was. He didn't care about the feelings of others. I was like an abomination in our care, because I cared. But I couldn't lose. Who would look after Melody? I was all she had. Ethan and Aiden didn't care, and everyone else didn't have a caring bone in their body." Andy breathed.

"So you killed him." Cora scoffed.

"I had to!" Andy insisted. "You don't know what it was like. To go through that everyday for thirteen years and then joining a pack like this. I have to keep pinching myself just to make sure this isn't just some dream that I made up in my head to make the pain less excruciating. Derek goes easy on all of you. My pack was horrible."

"What about you, Melody. Did you almost fail the test too?" Cora asked me.

"No," I looked away. I couldn't look into their eyes. "I killed an innocent person because I was scared." I closed my eyes, and whimpered. I could still hear the man's screams as I tore him apart while my alpha watched in satisfaction. I started rocking back and forth, I felt as if I would collapse. I wanted to memory to stop, but it kept going. His blood on my hands. His lifeless body sprawled out in front of me when his heart stopped beating. I felt someone wrap their arms around me. I expected to see Andy, but Andy hadn't moved from where he sat. He had passed out, his chest rising with every weak breath that he took. I breathed in Stiles's familiar scent.

"It's okay." Stiles whispered quietly. "It's understandable, as awful as it is. Your alpha forced you to kill. It isn't your fault." I nodded, but it didn't make the sick feeling in my stomach go away. I had tried to forget about the man, but he always seemed to appear. Reminding me of what I did to him.

"Derek would never force you do anything like that." Cora added. I nodded,and for once, I felt safe. Like I didn't have to keep looking over my shoulder every time another member of my pack walked past me. I liked this new pack, and I would do anything to keep them safe.

Here is another update! Review and tell me what you think! Andy is still injured, and you find out a little more about Melody's old pack. I'll update the next chapter soon. I asked you on the previous chapter what should happen to Andy. Should he live or should he die?