Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Teen Wolf, but I would love me some Tyler Posey, Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O'Brien. Oh yes, I would. And, I'm British, so if some of the jargon is different, I am sorry, but I have never been to America and know nothing of the speech. Also, I know next to nothing about the traditions in Japan or Ireland, but I'm going to guess. Please, don't take offence. Thank you, enjoy my story, and have a great day.

Lily POV

It took us longer than it probably should have to get back to Beacon Hills, but Jared and I had gotten something to eat, which turned out to be a bit of a Q&A about our life stories. I learnt that he was 27 years old, a lot older than I had thought he was initially, and he was gay. He didn't have a mate, per se, but there was someone he had had his eyes on for a while now, and I wished him luck. By the time we left the eatery, it had to have been a little after 6 in the evening, and we arrived back in my hometown for just before half 7.

Neither of us were especially hungry especially considering we had eaten not two hours ago, however, me being the hospitable host I am, offered to serve him a drink before he went back home.

He helped me out of the car, and gave him a small smile in thanks. I glanced up on my driveway, and saw my bike winking back at me, under the coat of darkness. Silently, I thanked whomsoever was gracious enough to return my baby to me.

"So, this is you then?," Jared asked, a smirk gracing his features, which, might I say, were beyond gorgeous. His eyes were slate grey and shone with intelligence and a slight childishness that I couldn't help but find endearing, and instead of ginger locks adorning his head, like his older sister, he had light brown tresses, which looked unimaginably soft and well-groomed. His skin looked soft and like fresh alabaster, and made his aura seem to glow in the daylight. I was surprised he didn't explode or just shrivel up in from intense heat rays radiating from the sun.

"Yeah, this is me. It's not exactly Buckingham Palace, but it's home."

He chuckled under his breath, then suddenly froze, as if someone had injected nitrogen into his veins. He grabbed me from around my waist, and more or less hauled me back towards his car, however he was interrupted when a furious Derek threw my front door open, splintering the door in the centre from the force.

I screamed, terrified at what was about to unfold, "Derek, what are you doing?!"

He completely ignored me, and went straight for Jared, growling and snapping at his throat like a rabid animal. Jared was doing his best to avoid those fatal teeth, as well as trying to protect me, by pushing me behind his back, and manoeuvre himself around my body, without actually hurting me. I tried to get a word in, but neither of them were even listening to me. It was like I wasn't there. I yelled, frightened, "Derek, fucking stop it!"

With a burst of strength that was not my own, I forced myself around Jared, and threw myself between both of the warring fighters. I raised my hands up, and pressed my hands into Derek's chest, digging my nails in sharply, and shouted, "Stop fighting now! People can see you! Stop! Please!"

His furious gaze dropped down to mine for a moment, and he replied, just as angrily, "Why are you defending him?!"

My eyes widened, and I could barely speak; there was so much venom in his voice, it was like a slap straight to my face. He face contorted in an even deeper pit of fury as he spat, "I've been waiting here for hours, just to see if you were okay, and you turn up with this jerk-off?!"

My eyebrows drew together, and, I asked, suddenly tired, "What is your problem, Derek? He's just a friend!"

He scoffed, and seethed, "Of course, a 'friend'. Do I look like an idiot?!"

I huffed, and I felt Jared shuffled behind me, uncomfortably. I turned around, and saw that Jared had backed away, further than he had beforehand, and I stared at him, confused. He wouldn't meet my eyes, no matter how much I tried, and when Derek growled, Jared whined, in his chest. Without turning back to the Alpha, I beseeched, "What did you do to him?"

He chuckled, darkly, and responded, "Nothing. He's reacting to my natural dominance, that's all. Werewolf thing."

I rolled my eyes, completely cantankerous that he was upsetting my guest, and I walked over to Jared. Or at least I would have, if Derek hadn't grasped my arm in some kind of Alpha-wrist deadlock, and hauled me in the opposite direction, back towards my home.

I slapped his hands, trying to pull away from him, and all that seemed to prove was that he could hold me that much harder.

"Get off of me Derek!"

He scoffed, once more, and muttered something under his breath. He wasn't let go anytime soon, I knew that know, and I knew that Derek wouldn't be cordial with Jared at all, I shouted, "Jared, I'm so sorry, please, I'll be okay. Come down anytime, okay?" and at his rather subdued nod, I continued, "Tell Iris and Chris I said thanks!"

I just about got the words out of my mouth before Derek slammed the door behind him, and halfway threw me, unsteadily, into my living room.

A snarl marred my features, and I growled out, "How dare you, Derek?!"

As I turned to face him, I realised we were far closer than I had thought, and his face was a hair's breadth away from my own. Shock coloured his emerald orbs, just as an equal amount of rage, and he howled, "How dare I? How dare I?! Are you being fucking serious right now?!"

I rolled my eyes, and crossed my arms over my heaving chest; a stance reflected in Derek too. My silence was more than enough of an answer for him, and he seemed to take that worse than anything else I had said, and exploded in a sudden flush of aggression. He grasped my upper arms, and shook me, lightly, obviously as to not hurt me, but enough to make me aware that he was being serious.

"I don't care if you're friends with him, or any other guy around town, I don't like it. I'll never like it," he took a calming breath, but that did nothing to stall him, "You might not be mine anymore, but.. But that doesn't mean you can just do this."

His voice broke at the end of his heartfelt statement, then he let go of my shoulders in defeat, and I couldn't do anything but blink, in surprise.

"But.. But you're with someone. That's not fair, Derek, don't do this."

Now it was his turn to look confused, as he asked, "What are you talking about, Lily?"

I shivered at the use of my nickname - one he coined after first meeting my mother almost four years ago, and I had to shake my head to expel the thoughts that crept into my mind.

"You're with someone. She.." I didn't want to make it awkward between his new girlfriend and himself, so I tried to find an appropriate word to use, and I continued, cautiously, "She approached me yesterday, and told me that you and her were mated and-"

He interrupted me with an volatile snarl, that vibrated the windows and frightened me halfway into next year. He took another step towards me, "Who fed you that absolute bullshit?!"

Grooves formed between my brows, and I stuttered, "I've never met her before. She just came out of nowhere in the fore-"

"The forest? Did she hurt you?"

Now he was on the attack. A snarl marred his expression, and I found that it didn't quite frighten me, as it made me uncomfortable to see. He looked more animalistic in that moment than he had ever when he was with me, and I didn't like him being so angry all the time. He wasn't this conflicted three years ago. What could possibly have happened?

I didn't want to lie to him, but I knew that it would do nothing to help me in the long run.

"I don't.. I cant say."

He grasped my upper arm once more, this time softer than before, and pleaded, "Did she hurt you?"

I averted my eyes from his intense gaze, and he took that as answer enough. He raged, "I'm going to find that bitch, and I swear, I will tear her apart with my own hands."

He released my shoulders, and I missed the contact immediately. I rolled my shoulders, trying to rid myself of the sensation tingling in the muscles in my arms.

"I should go. I'm.. I'm sorry about that before, with, what's his name? Jared? I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't fair. You're single. I'm single," and it was like he had to force the next few words from his lips, "You have the right to do whatever you want."

His hands tightened into fists, and the room seemed to be rendered still with silence. I tried to quell the awkwardness that settled onto the room, and I took in a deep, calming breath, before I uttered the words that I knew would change the concept of 'us'.

I played with my clammy hands, and asked, tentatively, "You don't have to go, Derek. Do you want a cup of coffee?"

The blinding smile that I received from him made everything seem so much better.

Sorry guys, I uploaded Chapter 34 again.