A/N: REWRITTEN


So a few things happened over the weekend. One–I was basically kicked out of my dance class at school. Someone students or the parents didn't like the fact that I was related to a murderer so they did a vote. Two–I was in control of my powers. Miranda and Jordan left a box full of stuff in a safe in the bank. Inside was a grimoire with all sorts of spells, along with a journal that belonged to Miranda. Three–I told Allison about me being a witch, she didn't seem that freaked out about it. You have no idea how good it felt to know that.

I also got a lecture from my parents. Apparently Dad saw the way I was looking at Derek and thought something was there. Technically there is since Derek and I are together, but I literally had to rant on about why I wasn't with him even though I was. I think they're a little skeptical, but I'm sure that will go away soon.

I looked up from my iPad when I heard a tap on my bedroom window. My lips twitched when I saw Derek.

I quickly got off my bed and unlocked the window.

"You locked it," he said once he climbed in.

"My dad did," I whispered.

I don't know why I was whispering, Allison and I were the only ones home.

"My parents aren't home," I said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"But your sister is," he replied coolly.

I don't think he got what I was trying to say.

"Then I guess we'll have to be quiet," I smiled, eyes sparkling.

Realisation set across his face and he made an 'o' shape with his mouth.

I gripped his dark shirt and pulled him closer. I smirk at him shocked expression.

"No talking, we only have an hour." With that, I reached up and pressed my lips to his. He kissed back desperately, as if he hadn't seen me in months.

I ran my hands through his hair as he picked me up and walked us over to my bed.

Softly, he put me down, hovering over me and never breaking the kiss, well not until my lungs felt like they were going to burst open. I turned my head and he started kissing down my neck, nipping teasingly.

I moaned quietly, taking off his leather and shirt. My hands travelled down his chest, digging my nails in, but not enough to draw blood.

I smirked lazily when he groaned.

With all my strength, I flipped us over and started play-biting at neck. He hissed, gripping my hips, then his hands slipped under my tank top.

"Scott's here," I heard Derek whispered when I started leaving kisses down his chest.

"Mm hmmm," I sounded.

"They're doing what we're doing." I froze just as I was about to unbuckle his belt.

I moved back his body and looked into his eyes. "Are you listening to Scott and Allison making out?" I asked, a little out of breath.

Derek opened and closed his mouth a couple times, before actually speaking, "I swear not on purpose, I was listening to see if your parents were home."

I rolled my eyes playfully, before pressing my lips back to his.

His hands returned back under my shirt and went straight to the back of my bra. He unclipped it and rolled us back over so he was on top. My hands roamed his back, while he still tried to get my bra off.

He broke the kiss for some air and pulled the white bra out from my tank top. I panted, watching his eyes glow red. Then he ripped open my top causing me to gasp in shock.

"I liked that top," I scolded, frowning.

"Mmm," he hummed, peppering kisses down the valley of my breasts.

I rolled my eyes, but continued on.

I popped open the button on his jeans, slowly and teasingly I pulled down the zipper, earning tiny moan from him.

Then his whole body went stiff. "Do the right-side brakes on your Dad's SUV squeak a little bit?"

"Crap," I whispered, pushing Derek off me, "you need to go now."

He grabbed his discarded clothing items and went out the window, not before giving me a hard kiss.

I quickly went to my dresser and pulled out a jumper. I hastily put it on, jumping on my bed, acting natural.

Then I gasped at my bra and tank top laying on the bed. I grabbed them and shoved them under my pillows.

Just then, Dad came bradding in, looking alert.

"You could of knocked," I mumbled, looking down at my iPad.

He looked a little suspicious, glancing around my room.

I sighed, rubbing my hand down my face, "I've told you so many times, nothing has happened. I made a promise to myself to not get involved with guys."

"You opened the window," he said, making his way over to it. My heart starting beating rapidly. I heard him sigh, before closing it.

I was relieved that Derek didn't get caught.


"Are you sure she came here?" I asked once we reached the Hale House. "Has Lydia ever been here?"

"Not with me," Cassie answered.

Stiles continued to walk and Allison turned to Scott, "Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek."

"You mean looking for an alpha?" Cassie quizzed.

"Wolves need a pack right?" My sister asked.

"Not all of them," I answered, shaking my head.

"But would she be drawn to an alpha? Is it an instinct to be apart of a pack?" Cassie quizzed.

"They're stronger in packs," I told them

"Like strength in numbers?" Allison guessed.

"Sort of," I shrugged. "They're literally faster, stronger and better in every way."

"How do you know so much about werewolves, you know besides the fact that you used to be a hunter?" Stiles asked.

"I used to date a werewolf when I was fifteen," I replied. And just like that, everyone stopped walking and turned to face me.

"Oh, really? What happened to him?" Scott asked, interested.

"Kate cut him in half," I said.

Scott's eyes widened.

"Hey," Stiles called from behind us. I was too busy looking around to make sure no one was following us. "Look at this. I think it's a trip wire." Hunters must of set that up.

"Stiles," I heard Scott call. When all of us turned around Scott was caught, hanging upside down. Allison chuckled along with Cassie. "Next time you see a trip wire, don't trip it."

"Noted." Stiles and Allison went over to help him but then he stopped them.

"I heard something. Hide. Go!" Scott screamed. I hid behind a large tree when my dad came walking up to Scott. They had quick small talk.

"What are you doing out here Scott?" I heard my dad asked.

"Just looking for a friend."

"That's right, Lydia is in your group now. Part of your clique? Is that the word you use or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

"Actually clique sounds about right to me." I rolled my eyes.

"I hope so because I know she's a friend of Allison's and one special circumstance such as yourself I can handle, not two. Scott, do you know what a 'hemicorporectomy' is?"

Scott sighed, "I have a feeling I don't want to."

"It's a medical term for amputating someone at the waist. It takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through the bone and tissue like that. Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary." We watched my dad walk away, and the four of us came out of hiding and went to Scott.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked.

"Just another life threatening conversation with your dad," he said cheerily. We ran to the tree to try to get him down, but before we could even try to help he cut himself down with his claws. "Thanks, but I think I've got it." He started walking ahead of us. "Come on."


So, we didn't find Lydia but that doesn't mean we're going to give up.

I sighed as I sat down at a table outside the school. I grabbed my mo–Miranda's journal, then I felt a tingling sensation in the back of my neck but chose to ignore it.

September 18th 1992.

I had to make my choice by Sunday. Michael wanted me to become a lycan like himself, he thought I would still keep my powers once bitten but the truth is I don't think I'll survive. I could always run away with Madison and Jordan but what good will come of that, I mean on the run for the rest of my life?

Isobel had just been buried a few days ago. It broke my heart...

I stopped reading to wipe away a few loose tears. Looking up from the journal, I saw Ashley and Ben looking at me with concern.

"Hey," I smiled, closing the journal.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked.

"I'm just reading a story," I lied. "It's very sad."

"So, when were you gonna tell us you were adopted?" Ben quizzed.

I frowned, "I just needed some time to wrap my head around it. It's kind of a lot to take in." I shook my head. "How did you guys even find out?" I asked.

"The whole school knows," Jeremy answered.

"Who told everyone?" I frowned once again.

They hesitated. "I told Ben," Ashley said quietly, "but someone must of overheard...and then it all got out of hand."

I didn't know what to say so I stood up, packed my stuff away and turned to walk away.

"Madison, wait," she said.

"You basically just told everyone that I was adopted!" I spun around, angry, tears brimming in my eyes. I let out a dark chuckle. "You know, I expected Natalie to do something like this, but you? Why would you do that?" I wiped a few tears away. "Why couldn't you just keep it to yourself?"

She looked guilty.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

I scoffed, "I've gotta go." I turned around and went back into the school.

Opening front door, I bumped into someone's hard chest. I wasn't bothered to see who it was.

"Sorry," I mumbled, walking around the person.

I put my bag in the locker and slammed it shut. Jumping when I saw Derek there.

"Hi," I gave him a fake smile.

"I'm thinking of turning someone else," he told me. Really? No 'hi'?

"Really," I asked, interested. "Who?"

"Isaac Lahey, he's on the lacrosse team with Scott," he explained.

"I think I've heard of him," I confessed, "some guys call him 'Grave Digger'. I honestly wish I could punch their faces." Derek chuckled.

"You'll make a great pack Mum," he commented.

"What?" My face dropped.

"Well, you're my mate so you will basically take on the motherly role," Derek explained. Oh... Am I ready for that? I have no idea.

I nodded, "Okay. So, why are you here?"

"I went to check on Jackson," he answered. "He not a werewolf though, there's black liquid leaking from his ears and nose. I think he's rejecting the bite but he's not dying." How is that possible?

"After school I'll go check in my grimoire," I assured him. He nodded. "I need to go." I turned around to walk away but Derek grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

He put a few loose strands of red velvet behind my ear.

"Don't worry about what the others say," he ordered in a soft voice. He must of been listening to the conversation outside.

"I just...it's personal about the adoption and now a lot of people know, probably all of Beacon Hills. They will look at me differently, make things up and I know I should ignore all of it but–" my rant was cut short by Derek pressing his lips to mine. He pulled away before I could react.

"Calm down," he rubbed both my arms up and down. "You'll pull through, you always do."

I nodded then smiled.


I finished putting my hair in a messy braid, I sat on my bed after school. Kate's funeral was today, but I didn't want to go. My parents are making me go.

Deciding. I wanted to get this over and done with, I got off my bed and walked downstairs to see my parents and Allison waiting.

"You ready?" Mum asked me.

"No," I mumbled, brushing passed them.

When we arrived at the graveyard. There were a lot of press, they also found out about the adoption. They asked me questions but I ignored them.

"Mrs. Argent, can we get a few words? Just a few words!"

I clung onto Dad and Allison as we made our way over to Kate's grave.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Dad said once we got passed the press.

"Well, it wasn't my idea," Mum responded.

"I tried telling him," I frowned at Dad's words, "but he insisted on making a point of it."

"Well, if he insisted, then he can with this when he gets here."

"Who gets here?" Allison asked.

"Just sit down, sweetheart," Mum soothed.

I sat down next to Allison, holding onto her hand and she squeezing it.

In the distance, I could see a pair a crimson red orbs. I looked down in my lap, smiling softly.

"Christopher." I sucked in a sharp breath, the smile dropped from my mouth, all emotion dropped.

"Gerard," came Dad's voice.

Looking up, I saw my worst nightmare.

Allison looked at me weirdly, but I ignored it.

Mum stood up and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "I'm so sorry."

Then he turned to Allison, now looking slightly amused, "Do you remember me?"

She nodded.

"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me Grandpa. So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer Grandpa."

"It's good to see you again, Madison," Gerard greeted me, staring at me with no emotion.

"I wish I could say the same," I said strongly.

He nodded once, before taking his seat.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.


Later that night, Cassie and I went for a night run.

"Slow...down," I breathed out.

"Oh, come on Mads," she laughed.

"Hey! I'm human, I can't run forever," I stopped running as she did.

Cassie's head snapped in another direction on the woods then took off running.

I groaned before sprinting after her. I need a drink desperately! Slowing down, I saw Dad and Gerard with their backs towards me, along with a few other hunters.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"What are you doing out here?" Dad asked.

"Running," I spoke. Then I noticed someone–probably a werewolf–hanging upside down by a rope. I went to help the lonesome werewolf but some hunter gripped my forearm, tightly. I winced.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gerard asked, narrowing his eyes.

"To help him," I tried wriggling out of the hunters hand. I elbowed the hunter behind me causing him groan and let go of me, then I tried to help the omega again but this time two hunters held me in place.

Dad began questioning the werewolf. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Nothing, I swear," he answered in a shaky voice.

"You're not from here, are you?" He asked. "Are you?" He yelled when the omega didn't answer him. I flinched. I've never heard my dad yell like that.

"No," the werewolf responded, "I came here, looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here, that's all. Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone, not anyone living. He wasn't alive in the back of the ambulance, I swear."

"Gentlemen, take a look, at a rare sight. Do you want to tell them what we've caught?" Gerard spoke.

"An omega," Dad answered.

"The lone wolf. Possibly kicked out of his own pack, or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered. Or maybe, he's alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice."

I wanted to help the omega but I didn't know what to do. I was surrounded by hunters who all knew about my tragic past.

Gerard moved and grabbed a sharp sword, he then walked back to the omega. I knew exactly what was going to happen next.

"Because as I am about to demonstrate," he continued, "an omega never survives on its own!" He then the positioned the sword and swung the sword straight threw the omega's body, cutting him in half.

I gasped as tears fell down my face. Bad memories came flooding back to me.

"We have a code," Dad told his father.

"Not when they murder my daughter," he said. She deserved it! "No code, not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies, waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded or weak, or seemingly harmless, begging for their lives with a promise that they'll never ever hurt anyone or some desperate lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them, we kill them. We kill them all!" No werewolf is safe in town.

"Brings back memories, doesn't it Madison?" I didn't have to look at Gerard to know he was smirking. All of them walked away.

I then saw Derek, Scott and Cassie come out of the shadows. She walked straight over to me, to hug me but I stopped her.

"Don't," I whispered, "I'm fine."

I did a small wave of my hand over both halves of body and they disappeared into thin air.

I began walking home by myself.


Once I got home, the lights were still on, meaning someone was still awake–my guess would be Gerard.

I was correct. He was sitting on an armchair in the living room.

"Waiting for me?" I mocked, rolling my eyes.

He stood up and walked over to me. "Don't ever interfere again. Werewolves are our enemies, we hunt them, but you try to save them. Please don't tell me you fell in love with another one."

"I would never do that again," I told him with confidence. "But that omega didn't deserve to die, he wasn't the one who killed Kate. Peter Hale did and he only killed your daughter because she burnt down his house, including his family! Humans were in the house, innocent people! Kate was a killer and she deserved to die."

I could practically feel the anger bubbling up inside him.

Out of the blue, Gerard's hand flies across my left cheek. The stinging sensation on my face started to tingle.

"Gerard!" I heard Mum's voice yell.

"Kate was the best hunter we ever had," he confessed.

"She tricked a 16 year old boy into thinking she was in love with him and then burnt down his house. They were all innocent, she broke the code, 'we hunt those who hunt us', they weren't hunting anyone, all they wanted was to live in piece."

"...did you give her those orders?" I suddenly asked.

"The less werewolves we have in the world the better," he said with no emotion.

In other words, yes.

I opened my mouth to rant some more, but Mum came in between Gerard and I.

"That's enough," she said sternly. Then turned to me, "Let's get you some ice."

I bit my lip, but nodded.

Entering the kitchen, I watched as Mum pulled out an ice-pack from the freezer and wrapped it in a tee-towel.

"What happened?" I turned to see Dad entering, but he stopped walking when his eye landed on my cheek. "Who did that?"

"No one, I ran into a wall," I lied, putting the ice-pack on my cheek.

I ignored the look Mum gave me and walked away from them and into my room.

As soon as I closed the door, I heard my dad's yelling voice.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I slid down the door. I finally let the tears fall, but never sobbed.