After a long chat and exchanging kisses here and there. Derek excused himself to go to the bathroom though he placed a lingering kiss on her lips before forcing himself to stomp in the direction of the bathroom. Meg was still seated on the edge of the table and watched him leave with a slight tilt to her head and a fond smile playing at her lips.

There was a knock at the steel door and she perked up instantly and jumped to her feet before rushing to the door. With a sharp creak the door slide open and she looked up to stare into the familiar face of Jackson.

He was startled by her presence at first. Standing in a pair of dark blue jeans, white cotton shirt with a red long sleeved jacket. His chestnut brown hair was brushed up in its usual boyish way but there was something different about him. That usual cocky nature had faded away and there was this guilt in his blue eyes that Meg couldn't help but pity.

"Hey is Derek here?" He asked, after clearing his throat. She smiled and nodded.

"Yup I think he went to the bathroom, I hope you don't mind waiting." Meg answered moving aside to allow him in. Jackson seemed surprised by her smile and her invitation and hesitantly he took a step over the threshold.

"Yeah whatever." He muttered under his breath and walked in but didn't move any further than the middle of the living room. Meg shut the door behind her though her gaze never left him. He looked so awkward fiddling with his hands while gazing at the interior.

Jackson's crystal eyes wandered around the room. His nose twitched when a dank smell brushed under his nose, it was damp wood and dust. His stare landed on the couch on the far corner. It was slightly torn in places—he itched to comment on its tacky state, he bit his tongue to stop himself.

"So how are you Jackson?" Megra's question made him spin around to face her. He was tempted to narrow his gaze on her. Is she trying to make small talk? But from the warm smile and twinkle in her eyes, she seemed genuinely interested.

"I am alright" He said with a hapless shrug. She nodded in acknowledgment before an awkward silence fell on to them. Jackson watched her swing back and forth on the soles of her shoes while softly clapping her hands together and whistling to herself. He wondered if it was her way of avoiding looking at him like the lizard he was. The same guilt from earlier flooded his mind, combined with the tension he felt he had to say something, anything.

"Listen about what happened when I was that creepy lizard thing I—"Jackson began.

"Hey chill don't worry about it" She cut in, as if she was waiting for him to say something "besides it not like you actually knew what you were doing it's all the in the past and you are one of us now."

Jackson was surprised by her words. He was preparing himself for a deleterious tongue lashing from her. He stared trying to read her expression but she remained benevolent which only threw him off more.

"One of you?" He echoed.

"Werewolf." She stated.

"Oh…" He thought hinted at a friendship and when he looked contemplative Meg mistook his reaction for one of rejection.

"If you want you could join our pack" She added rather hastily, the last thing Meg wanted was to create a bigger rift "I know that's not really your thing but the offer is always open you know, the more the merrier."

There was a slight upturn at the corner of his lips that instantly eased her nerves; he was clearly entertained by her rambling, awkwardness.

"Yeah I don't think that would be happening anytime soon." He replied, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Not a follower huh?"

"No it's not that uh…My dad is moving me to London." Meg blinked in surprise that she wasn't expecting. Her train of thought immediately shifted to the idea of Jackson, a completely new Beta being stuck in a city as busy as London. Watching him now, Jackson seemed completely resentful at the idea and why wouldn't he be? His whole life was here? His family…His Lydia—Meg didn't really know what to qualify that girl, since she wasn't much of a fan of her, or her friend Allison, not since what happened—

Well that should be interesting.

"Well I am sure they have your best interest at heart, parents don't usually make brash decisions like that without a proper motive you know?" She spoke to reassure him. He shrugged in retort though the apprehension still hung in his posture.

"Is that why your parents moved you here?" He asked. Meg grinned out of habit whenever someone asked about her family. It was a way to mask how she really felt on the inside.

"Ha-ha no, I came here because I wanted to, my dad died a while back and I don't really know where my mom is so I kinda had no place to go. Plus I really wanted to be here, sure I got bitten by a hobo werewolf but hey nothing is perfect." Jackson was once again startled by the news, she was an orphan. Jackson didn't feel so alone. Clearing his throat he averted his gaze to the floor boards for a moment, then a sudden realization dawned onto him.

"So wait you live here, with Derek?" He asked urgently, Meg nodded.

"Yup he did take me in plus I like it here." He wasn't convinced…that was a little too charitable considering it was Derek… but then again the alpha is helping him out with no personal gain. It wasn't his first time to have wrong assumptions on people. Jackson knew he had to start seeing the people he saw as enemies as friends now—after everything that's happened.

"Jackson." Derek's voice behind him made him spin around to face the glowering Alpha.

"Sup." The co-captain acknowledge with a slight upward tilt of his head. Meg glanced between the two and decided to cut into the stillness.

"So I'll head off then, searching for missing friends and all." She noted gesturing her thumb at the exit behind her.

She averted her gaze to Derek "I'll see you later then?"

Jackson keenly noted the way Derek's stern expression slowly softened when his steel eyes fell on her pretty face. The alpha nodded glumly which surprised the new Beta. His stare honed in on Meg, finding her more fascinating than before.

"See you Jackson." She said directing a smile his way that pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah bye, Meg." He said back and she nodded. Picked up her bag off the floor before exiting. Jackson looked to Derek from the corner of his eyes, seeing the way his grey eyes trailed after her longingly.

"So she's cute." Jackson stated with a teasing smirk playing at his lips. His words made the alpha tense and turn his stiff profile to face him.

"What's your point?" Derek retorted trying not to let his emotions betray his attempt at being passive.

"Nothing I am just stating a fact" Jackson said with a simply shrug of his shoulders.

"but obviously it's not something you haven't noticed already." He murmured slyly. The alpha was taken-back but swiftly recovered before narrowing his stare.

"Let's just get to training."

Friday April 26th

This town is so lifeless.

Every moment she spent in Beacon Hill's. Jacqueline Margie Day grew more and more resentful towards it.

Two more days, just two more days, that little brat better bring me my God damn necklace.

Jacqueline had found lodging in a nearby motel. The walls of the room were beige that paired plainly with the white covers of the bed. It had the basic necessities, a bathroom with towels she was wary of using, a closet with adequate space for her clothing.

Why is this place so damn cold?

Jacqueline paced the length of the small room while hugging her expensive coat to her body. Crossing her arms over her chest, the soft material brushing together. She missed her summers in France. The cool crisp air where she had the freedom to walk in her shorts and show off her perfectly tanned legs, with no burden of a fifteen year old on her shoulders.

Or was it sixteen?—oh who cares. I can't sit here, I need to get out.

Making up her mind, she stormed out of the room. Slamming the door behind her and locking it before burying her hands back into the warmth of her pockets. She needed to get something to drink from a glass that wasn't covered in lipstick stains.

As she strode down the narrow hallway to the car park her thoughts drifted back to a few days ago. When she met that stranger with the aviators that she found extremely attractive on his square handsome face and stubbly cheek.

4 days ago.

Jacqueline was taking a leisurely stroll through the town after having picked up the last of her things from her dead mother's home when she came across a black Chevrolet Camaro. It stood out against the plain soccer mom vans in the school parking lot. Her dark brows lifted in surprise, disappearing behind her fringe as she eyed the side of the car with high interest.

It's a little too flashy to be owned by any of the dull men here, must be a student's She mused to herself, which was why she was surprised by the tall board male that was leaning on the other side of the car.

Jacqueline's pupils dilated at the sight of him, hungrily drinking in his leather jacket paired with jeans. Her hazel eyes trailed up to his face to admire his taut jaw line and high cheek bones. He had a pair of aviator shades that reflected his surroundings and shielded his eyes leaving them to her imagination.

Blue, I hope they are blue.

Derek had some free time that day and he was there to surprise Meg by picking her up at school. He hoped that if he saw her face, spent at least a few minutes with her then he wouldn't be thinking about her constantly. Wondering how she is and if she was missing him. I had been nearly an hour school the bell had rung and she still hadn't emerged, along with Isaac. His mind began to draw conclusions, some dangerous, some impossible and some most likely…all involving Isaac.

What are they taking so long?

"Waiting for someone?" Derek was startled by the voice that spoke from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder immediately when he didn't recognize the feminine voice, the face didn't help much either. She had a round face, thin lips and keen eyes, auburn hair that tumbled down to her shoulders in waves. She wore a black over coat with gibbous buttons that held the clothing around her small waist. She was around two inches shorter than him but he figured the high heels her long pale legs sat in did most of the work.

She was attractive he had to admit to himself. There was this professional look about her and from the obvious intolerance to the cold. Derek figured she was a foreigner to the town. His gaze vaguely skimmed over her face again. There was something familiar about her though, a feature that tied him to someone in the back of his mind.

"Sort of" He answered imprecisely, her smiled widened. There was something sultry and sinister about it that he immediately disliked, it reminded him too much of Kate.

"Funny, you don't look like a guy with a kid."She smirked leaning her weight on to one leg as she regarded him with her ocher eyes that were defined by the dark makeup on her eyelids.

"I am not," Derek replied, there was a spark of interest in her eyes, like he had given her great news. He tensed—having blindly given her the bait she needed.

"Lucky me," She hummed to herself. Almost inaudible but he caught the words and tired not to let his surprise show, she was bold.

The woman stepped forward with an out stretched arm "Jacqueline."

He was hesitant but unable to resist her charming smile he shook her hand and introduced himself, keeping it to just his first name.

"Nice to meet you". She was still grinning even after their handshake, her lingering stare trailed the length of his car in a slight lust.

"Great car by the way."She commended. Derek glanced over his shoulder at his Camaro before looking back at her. His mind was still on her name, Jacqueline…why does that name sound so familiar? But his pondering came to a stop when his phone buzzed in his pants. He checked the caller ID and found it to be Peter. He frowned in displeasure. He was supposed to meet up with Peter which unfortunately cut into his waiting time for Meg.

Jacqueline was still watching him with that same lusty intrigued look in her eyes. Derek couldn't help but feel slightly flattered. It had been a while since he was able to grab a woman's eye without much effort. Especially since Meg rarely showed such unbanked lust towards him. No—He didn't want to compare this woman to Meg, this Jacqueline clearly wanted him for what seemed to be the short time she was spending here, but Meg…she wanted him longer than that.

So in a way Derek was glad his uncle had called. It was just the excuse he needed to get away from the woman.

Jacqueline was quiet disappointed when he left. Which was the reason she came all the way to the school the next day. Also to warn her niece if she didn't get the necklace then it would be back to Colorado, because one way or another. Jacqueline Day always gets her way.