A/N: Told you this chapter would come quicker than usual, WARNING this chapter contains possible triggers around assault of a sexual nature, I do not condone any such behaviour just to be clear, read at your own risk but skip the first part if it is too harrowing. Review and enjoy.

It had been a long day at the diner where she worked, very busy and very stressful. She had woken up in the morning to find that Isaac had left after she fell asleep, like he said he would. By the time she had started work, it was packed and she had lots of serving to do, she liked to pride herself in the fact that she worked hard and was friendly to customers; but today people seems stingy with their tips. One person's 'tip' was to "get better at makeup"; at least her friends came to visit her; that was a nice surprise.

Isaac agreed to meet her after work and take her home because it was going to be late and although she told him she would be fine, he said he would feel more comfortable if he did. The others had agreed, so how could she refuse? She liked the fact that they worried about her and she smiled at the thought as she placed the last chair upside down on the diner table. It was late and she was looking forward to going home when one of her regular customers walked in despite half the lights being off. She pulled on her jacket when she spotted him.

"I'm sorry Jack, we're closed, come back tomorrow yeah?"

"That's not why I'm here" Jack said as he stopped her walking passed him. "I'm here for you."

"I don't understand" she said clutching her bag.

"I see the way you look at me every weekend I'm here; it's the same way I look at you."

"Oh no, Jack… I'm really friendly with all of my customers but I don't feel the same way that you do, I'm sorry." She touched his arm apologetically and started towards the exit, she knew Isaac would be waiting for her.

It seems Jack was not the type to take no for an answer because anger at rejection took over and he seized hold of her waist from behind and dragged her back, as if a woman's feelings and wishes were to be dismissed so easily- in one ear out the other. Caught by surprise, she cried out and struggled as best she could but he was a grown man, probably in university or work or something like that and too strong even for her adrenaline fuelled might. With a sweep of his arm, he bulldozed a table of its chairs and then shoved her top half over it, she wished she had taken some precaution like placing a defence weapon in her jacket but how could she know this was to happen? She cried out again trying to throw herself of off the table.

"Stop!" she screamed.

In a last fit of defiance, Antoinette forced her body up and nutted the back of her head into his face. He roared in fury and pain and grabbed a nest of her hair and struck her head on the table which made a nauseating thud upon impact. She did not quite go limp but she was dazed enough not to fight back anymore. Jack started trying to lift her pencil skirt above her waist but it being too tight, he resulted to just ripping parts of it. Antoinette closed her eyes about to accept inevitability, wondering why schools did not teach people how to defend themselves against these types of attack, when she felt Jack being hauled off of her and flung across the diner. He crashed into stacked chairs like they were bowling pins and fell slack.

"I believe the young lady told you she wasn't interested and that this place was closed" said Isaac his golden wolf eyes fading from their impulsive glow. "And if I catch you try anything like that to her or anyone else again, I will find you and some fractured bones will be the least of your worries."

Isaac turned back to Antoinette who had slid off of the table and into a half sitting position on the floor; he pulled his jacket off and knelt down in front of her wrapping it around her shoulders. He gently lifted her to her feet while protectively leading her out of the diner to take her back to her flat. She was too in shock to be able to speak and he just wanted to get her to safety.

When they finally arrived back at her flat, it was only then that she found her words, perhaps it was the comfort of her own home which seemed foreign to her at this moment.

"Thank you" she said faintly.

"Are you alright?" Isaac asked handing a glass of water. She sipped it and nodded, he tried looking at the bruised lump appearing on her forehead but she pulled away. "If I ever see him again, I'll-"

"Isaac leave it, I'm fine."

He sighed, he knew she wasn't but he also knew that she would not want to talk about it at least not right now; this was the way she dealt with things. She pushed them to one side, buried them within the dark void of her mind; locked them away in the ether and the dark depths of her id. He let her go to bed; he desperately wanted to stay considering he only wanted her to be safe; they all did.

Derek had called Isaac several times that night unsuccessfully. Something did not feel right and he wanted his only pack member with him just in case. Except he was usually with Scott or chasing after the English airhead, sure he had told Isaac to get close to her to convince her to join the pack but it was getting beyond that now,; he was sure. He had to admit though, that airhead was strong and not to be taken for a fool, there was something about her that he respected, admired even but he would never tell her that. He did not trust her either, not that he trusted anyone anyway but the Deveraux girl was too secretive; like she was hiding something important. Regardless, she would be a valuable member to the pack, if she would actually agree to being part of it; he did not even care about turning her at this point, only to fill dwindling numbers. He tried to call Isaac again, it rung and rung and rung until eventually going to voicemail.

Derek let out an exasperated sigh. "I swear to god Isaac, if you do not answer your phone I'm going to seriously hurt you and you better not be with that English girl when you know the situation I'm in" he stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

He decided it was time to go home and so left his family's burnt down house that was standing on its last legs and headed in the direction of his building, the loft he lived in now. It was late and a fairly cloudy night which meant there was no moon in the sky at all. He was relying purely on his own sense, heightened as they were it was not always easy to pick up on everything. The one overwhelming sense he was getting was that of being followed, more like stalked like prey, usually this would not bother him but this time it was different. He recognised the scent.

Peter emerged from the blackness of the woods and advanced towards Derek sinisterly, malicious intent within his mind. Generally, Derek was not one to shy away from a fight, he was strong and sure-footed, disciplined even but that was normally when he knew someone had his back should he desperately need it. Now he was caught between a rock and a hard place, he had to defend himself that was obvious but did he really want to have a full on fight when Isaac was nowhere to be found? Although he was an alpha, without a solid pack he could not trump Peter's strength and experience, only match it. Peter was older and stronger and more adept than he was and the fact neither of them cared if they tore each other apart made things all the worse. There was only one way out of this, run and risk being chased down or face it and risk being killed.

"You look like you've seen a ghost" said Peter. "Surely you were expecting me to turn up, I gave you a week, where's your pack?"

"Not here" Derek replied darkly.

"I don't think you have one, little birdy tells me you're having trouble trying to get one little English girl."

Derek clenched his jaw, the realisation Peter had watched him and waited until he was alone, washed over him.

"I have one word for you" Peter leant forward and lowered his voice. "Jailbait."

"It's not about that."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, if you had been paying attention, you'd know that she's broken and the broken make the best followers."

"Like the other one, the Lahey boy when you turned him the first time you were alpha, you really know how to pick them. He's with her you know, I persuaded someone to cause a little distraction for the pair of them."

Derek was sick of hearing all of this, Peter wanted a rise out of him, for him to make the first move and risk making a mistake. "He's trying to convince her to join us, like I asked; no matter what incident you have caused."

Peter laughed. "Of course that's what it is, silly me, no; he's flirting with the mentally deficient bitch."

"Her name is Antoinette" Derek tried not to frown at himself for defending her.

"Deveraux, I know, you know what they say about the French" he flicked his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

Derek snapped and went for Peter who flicked his claws out and swung his arm around. Derek dropped to his knees and slid underneath Peter's arm, he stood back up to swipe at Peter's back but Peter jumped out of the way narrowly missing the attack. Peter grabbed Derek and kneed him in the stomach causing Derek to grunt and stumble back but Peter advanced and grabbed a bunch of Derek's top to throw him into a tree. Derek twisted his body to avoid contact and jumped off of it instead bringing down an almighty punch to Peter's face before turning around and elbowed him in the Adam's apple.

Peter made an unhealthy choking sound. This sparked anger in him and he clawed at Derek's arm drawing blood. Derek stepped back groaning in pain and tried to return the favour with another punch. Something Peter easily caught which should not have been, this made Derek frown, he was weaker all of a sudden, how? Peter once again grasped Derek's top around the collar and slammed him to the ground, causing Derek to grunt with the impact; the air being knocked out of his lungs. Peter slashed at Derek's chest causing deep wounds making him roar in agony.

Not being able to stop the onslaught of gashes rendering his flesh to ribbons, Derek did the one thing he was able to do. Snapping Peter's leg sideways and making him fall to one knee, Derek scrambled up and sprinted as fast as he could go and his wounds would allow enabling himself to heal in safety. Once he was sure that Peter was not going to finish the job, Derek slumped against a tree and fell to the moss covered ground, heavily breathing, bleeding and barely alive.