A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*

Again you all have been nothing short of the absolute BEST! I am still in total awe of the support that has been shown for this non-slash fic!


The next day was a living Hell for Scott. It was the day of the chemistry exam and he couldn't focus on anything. Allison refused to talk him and even went to the extreme of moving two rows over just to make her point. Scott had refused to let her slip from his fingers and attempted to talk her but Harris had butted in.

Take your seat Mr. McCall

After he ripped the booklet open, Scott had begun to hallucinate. The questions faded away then materialized into taunting sentences and phrases.

When the moon is full, which of the following would you Scott:

Kill all your friends

Kill some of your friends

Kill none of your friends

You know it's only a matter of time Scott…..

His breathing had quickened to the point his chest was painfully constricting, cutting off any and all air. All around him the sounds of erasers rubbing on paper, phones vibrating, pens clicking and graphite on paper slowly chipped away at his sanity. Scott had burst from the room like a frightened deer, not hearing Harris or Stiles hollering after him. Stiles used his phone to track the teen down and caught up with him in the boys' locker room. There he saw Scott standing shirtless beneath a steady stream of ice. Love really did suck.

Stiles continued his taxing battle to keep Scott grounded and attempted to talk about the Alpha situation but Scott just wasn't hearing it. Lunch was proving to be more of torture for the heartbroken teen.

"I don't wanna hear about it okay? I have my own problems to deal with!"

"Oh yeah like dealing with a breakup," Stiles understood his best friend was hurting but he was more concerned with the Alpha and Brooklyn and Derek's situations.

"You realize that her dad is after Brook and Derek right? And you also realize the Alpha is out there too right? You know….The Alpha that tore into you like a side of beef? The Alpha that hurled Derek across the parking lot?"

"Yes I haven't forgotten!"

Stiles backed off with hands in a defensive gesture.

"Hey easy there…..No need to go after me again."

Jackson had watched from across the room as he sat with Allison. He witnessed Scott's erratic behavior during the test and could only speculate it was Allison that was pushing his mental state to the brink. The cocky teen was attempting to cause the final step that would hurl his rival over the cliff. Jackson knew Scott was seething that he was hanging out with Allison; talking and carrying on in casual or what seemed to be casual conversation.

The teen made his first move.

I know you can hear me Scott…..

Scott heard the light taunting tone.

You don't think I don't know what's going on…

You're gonna help me get what I want or I'm gonna take everything away from you…

I know where Brooklyn and Derek are hiding at…..I could turn them in with punch of my phone….

"Scott what is it?"

Scott glared at Jackson who maintained his predatory grin.

"Ignore him okay? He's only trying to get to you. Look, Jackson's a total dick and you know it."

I know how you got so good in lacrosse…

How you helped us win that game…..

The ball's in your court McCall…..Brooklyn and Derek's fate…Is in your hands…..

Scott's hand was curled around the bottle, slowly squeezing it until it crunched and forced the remaining contents across his hands.

"Whoa easy there," Stiles snatched the bottle away from Scott's taut red fingers. The blood had gathered in the tips then instantly rushed back through the deprived veins the second they unfurled.


Later that night the Jeep pulled up at the state park.

"What are we doing here?" Scott wondered before getting out.

"You'll see," Stiles was vague in his response. "When your best friend gets dumped by his girlfriend…"

"She didn't dump me! We're taking a break!"

"Okay when your best friend is told by his girlfriend you're taking a break, it is my responsibility to help you get through this ordeal and get you drunk."

Stiles waved the bottle of Jack he swiped from his house.

"Ah man I don't know," Scott wasn't up to drinking, let alone using it as a means to forget his pain.

"Dude, one drink isn't going to kill you," Stiles took a longer swig then passed the bottle over. Scott was hesitant but initially took the sweet amber offering and took a hearty drink. It wasn't too bad going down but again it could be the bitterness that had continuously risen since lunch that was quelling any stinging sensations.

"Not bad," he muttered.

"Dude there are so many girls out there. Hey do you think….do you think that Brooklyn likes me?" Stiles' voice was slurred and drawled.

Scott responded with a "you got to be kidding me look."

"Seriously? You honestly think you have a chance with Brooklyn? Did you forget she's with Derek?"

"Oh….him….." Stiles' laugh came out more like a raspberry than an actual laugh. "What's so great about him?"

Before Scott could answer footsteps crunched against the gravel and rocks. Two teens burst out in the clearing. One was dark skinned with black clothing and hat spun around backwards. The other was shorter with pale olive skin, close cut hair and dark grey hoodie that had a few deep stains.

"Look at the two little bitches getting their drink on," the taller one snatched the bottle from the ground.

"Give that back!" Scott was on his feet. He curled his hands tight, trying to control the welling rage.

"No way," the older teen took a long drink then passed it on to his buddy helped himself to a round.

"I said…." Scott took a step closer with eyes now glowing a feral yellow. "Give that back!"

Stiles watched as Scott's hand shot out and ripped the half empty bottle from the boy's hand. The older teens were stunned at the abnormal tone of the younger teen's eyes. Neither one could move as fear petrified them both. Scott hurled the bottle into the trees, hearing it shatter against a random tree.

"Let's get out of here!" The taller teen grabbed his buddy's collar dragging him into the woods.

"Okay tell me that was because of the break up and not because the full moon is right around the corner!"

Scott hurried towards the Jeep with Stiles leaping over the rocks and puddles. Scott was silent as they got in the Jeep and drove away.


The Alpha waited in the woods until the teens had vanished into the night. The bullies had trespassed into its realm. The taller one went first. A snatch around the ankles followed by the sweet slashing of flesh beneath its claws silenced him before he could alert his buddy. The second one's demise was delicious in every second.

The boy screamed as he was dragged through the mud and sticks out into the clearing where the trash can still had a strong roaring flame. He hoisted the boy up and over, watching the life flashing in those wide pathetic pupils. The screams were silenced as fire devoured flesh, cleansing the world of a no name thug.


The first day of the week of the full moon crept up and over the rugged terrain.

Stiles had seen the unmarked car sitting in the lot when he pulled up then spotted his dad's squad car a few spots down. He hurried towards the office and noticed his dad in a meeting with two other deputies, the principal, and a man he had never seen before. He was adorned in a crisp dark suit with white button up shirt and subtle crimson tie. The man reminded Stiles of something out of one of those JW Crew catalogs or something Jackson would in tune with.

Sheriff Stalinski stepped out with the deputies and the man from the state police. He said he was out of Sacramento, assigned to the case. His credentials were in order so there was no question about his credibility. The constable spotted his son sitting on the scuffed tile and approached with arms folded in a dominant stance.

"You're supposed to be taking a test," he admonished Stiles.

"Did you find Derek or Brooklyn?"

"I'm working on it," Stalinski answered.

"Dad, please listen to me," Stiles pleaded with his dad. "This is important. This is something you've never dealt with before. You need to be really careful this week."

"I know," the sheriff nodded, "Sacrament sent us a state detective."

Stiles peered over his father's shoulder to get another look at the man. To his surprise the man was looking back at them.

"Now go take your test," the sheriff shipped his son off.


Tyhurst joined the others at the Argent house. He was now aware that Brooklyn was a suspect along with Derek Hale in the killings of the students, Myles, and Laura Hale. The younger hunter knew Argent would be gunning for the red haired hunter as Markus was nowhere near his adopted daughter to protect her. Kate joined last and brought her new toy to the table. She was anxious to use it on the Alpha but then again if it was used on Ravenwood that would be an added bonus in her book. The Argent sister assumed the seat on the end and peered through the high powered scope.

"Okay we're all aware this week is the full moon," Chris started the meeting of the Super Friends. "Which means the Alpha will be struggling as it will be under the sway of the moon and a long week of keeping innocent people from getting killed."

"So what do we do about it? I mean will it go after Allison again?" Ulrich spoke up.

"No, he won't go after Allison again," Kate answered.

"Hey where's Leveque?" Tyhurst interrupted.

"Taking a few days off; so anyways,the Alpha is like any other werewolf," Chris continued while giving his sister the evil eye. "It will lose focus which is our best chance to catch it here," he stabbed the middle of the topographical map with his blade.

"What if it has a reason to be focused?" Kate mysteriously asked.

"Why do you know something?"

"No," she shrugged, "I just don't like surprises and besides you're the expert," she leaned in and hissed her final words, "You tell me."

"So what about Ravenwood?" Tyhurst finally asked.

"Cops are everywhere looking for her and Hale," Christ shook his head. "They won't be anywhere near town if they're smart."

"Well what if they do show up?" Ulrich was playing devil's advocate.

"If they do," Chris started to say.

"If they do show up," Mrs. Argent appeared in the doorway. Her lean hungry look settled upon the room as she stood tall and determined. "You find Hale, you kill him, and you cut him in half. You find Brooklyn Ravenwood, you make her suffer even as she begs for mercy and her eyes are brimming with fear, you torture her some more, then you kill her. Anyone want a cookie?"

She gestured to the plate of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies gripped fiercely in her hand.

Tyhurst just stared at the woman. He knew she had a darker side but this bordered on ruthless. Still he said nothing as Chris picked back up on the plan. Ulrich was practically licking his lips at the chance to pay Brooklyn back for the cheap shot and for the little beating he got at the Hale house. Chris was still pissed about them going alone but Kate had waved off her brother's concerns like usual.

Someday it's gonna come back on her in a bad way…..


"Derek," Brooklyn lifted her head up from the pillow. She felt like her body was in a stupor as she forced her body upright on the bed only to find herself the only one in it. The clock read 7:45 thought her body screamed in protest it was wrong. Brooklyn stretched out but teetered on the edge of the mattress, hearing it beckon her back within its warm confines.

"What the Hell is wrong with me?" She rubbed her eyes and silently cursed the sun for being so bright. The heavy sinking feeling hung around in her lower body before something else gradually emerged. Her heart picked up and senses aroused like someone had given her one of those 5 Hour Energy shots.

Still the hunter had much to accomplish despite her less than stellar circumstances. Brooklyn was determined to corner Scott and rip him a second one for the strife he had put them through.

She took a deep breath, feeling another sensation rising up: Arousal. It had appeared out nowhere, taking over every nerve and vein it touched. The hunter fell back on the bed, breathing hard and furious. The familiar warmth fanned from between her legs and along her lower body as the sudden feral urges continued pumping through her being.

"Derek!" She hollered at the top of her lungs. Then it hit her: This was the first day of the week of the full moon. Derek's words echoed in her mind.

We won't be able to keep our hands off each other…..

"If he doesn't get here…."

Her hearing was drowned by the hammering of her heart but Brooklyn knew he was coming.

Derek had heard the shrill scream as it had started within him as well. The werewolf didn't realize it was strike them this quick, that maybe it would've started when the sun lowered over the mountains. The need was taking over, pushing his body to new painful thresholds. Derek lunged over the rocks and logs, dodging the underbrush with swift sleek jumps. The animals of the forest had already run for cover as the werewolf reached the limits of his family's property.

If Derek doesn't hurry…..I'll do this myself….

Oh no you won't…

The house burst into view, accelerating Derek's pace. His feel landed on the top of the porch as he charged through the door. The shirt and jeans were already gone, as were the shoes and socks. He peeled away the boxers as he reached the door. Her scent was twisted with the pheromones and arousal bleeding from her pores, driving the wolf insane with feral need. His mate was coming into

Brooklyn looked up with eyes that had exploded in lust. Her heart was racing out of control as Derek slammed the door shut and rushed the hunter.

"Where the Hell were…."

He crushed his mouth to hers as his hands ripped away the sleep pants shirt and boy shorts. The werewolf wasted no time in taking what was his. Linking his hands with hers, Derek roughly thrusted inside rolling his hips hard and short against hers, hearing the moans of pleasure beneath him. This only drove the werewolf insane as he felt his claws extending and canines protruding from his gums.

Brooklyn felt the thick pressure missing but the swift rush of air followed by the hard landing on her stomach was she needed to know. Derek pulled her up on all fours wasting no time at reclaiming the human as his. The sharp claws dug into her sides eliciting a hiss not of pain but one of contentment. The werewolf growled and nipped at her neck, its way to telling her to stop moving. Brooklyn went still and hung her head down but didn't remain quiet.

The moans and cries continued unabated as both felt the heralding of climax streaming through their bodies. The thick swollen head rammed mercilessly against the tight wet walls, making it impossible for the hunter to remain still.

"Derek…." She fisted the sheets and curled her toes as the pressure building in her lower body spilled in a raging torrent. Her vision exploded in a bright blinding light as she lost control of her emotion. Tears ran down her face as she rode out the powerful orgasm, all the while remaining submissive to her mate. The new essence filled the wolf's nose and bled into his flesh and blood, enveloping him like a thick warm blanket. The wolf bit deeper on her neck, keeping Brooklyn pinned against him as the coiling in his own body ignited like a volcano.

Brooklyn felt the thick hot ropes spilling in her body, marking her as his. She felt the sharp piercing tips pinch her skin but didn't go deep enough to change her. Her legs were wobbly as her muscles ached and screamed in pain. Derek felt the wolf receding with the waning sexual high, allowing him to return. His sharp green eyes caught sight of the telltale wounds, realizing it was the wolf further claiming the human as its own.

"Brook," he swept the fiery locks to the side.

"Derek," she exhaled.

"Are you okay?" He started to pull away but they were once again locked together.

"Oh yeah," he could hear her smiling. "I'm just fine. Day one…."

"Yes," he whispered. "Day one…"

Instinct won out over reasoning as it would continue to dominate the pair until the full moon peaked. It would start with the warm soothing sensations in her lower body, throwing out the invisible trails that would lead him to her. There was no rhyme or reason to when it would slam them but both knew when it did the need to mate would overrule all other needs or wants. Derek looked her body over, seeing the sparkles of sweat along her back and shoulders. To him it was almost as if she had taken an ethereal aura. Her red hair like the fires of summer, radiating in the fine shades of red and crimson. Derek instinctively ran a hand over her body and sensed the wolf scratching within.

What if she was to bear young now? What would they do? The Argents would kill her before letting the Hale line continue. No, their mission was to eliminate the Hale family. Derek rested a hand over her stomach, sensing nothing out of the ordinary. When a female was with young, the male could sense the change in her body, hormones, and pheromones.

Today they would not have to worry about such things.


A few hours later it struck again.

Brooklyn braced herself against the dresser as Derek took her from behind. The werewolf had detected the rise in her body's hormones and was instantly aroused and erect. Without saying a thing Derek had bent her over the sturdy furnishing exposing her for him. It was rough and sloppy but neither one cared. His fingers fisted her hair, entangling themselves in her long silken strands. Brooklyn yelped but only slightly as the searing heat took over her body. Derek growled and nuzzled along the back of her neck as he trembled in orgasm. He couldn't get enough of her scent, every last bit of it.

His cock had softened allowing him to pry away from her sweat slicked body.

"How many times a day does this normally happen? Not that I'm complaining or anything…"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "This is all new to me."

"Definitely new to me that's for sure," she sprawled out on the bed. "I suppose if Stiles hears anything he knows how to reach me."

Derek gathered her in his hungry arms, anxious to fall asleep with her wrapped within them. When the need struck them again it would rudely awaken them no doubt.

Longest chap to date! A lot going on in this one gang! A new hunter in the mix, the full moon looming, and Jackson getting closer to the truth... And the poll will be open for another few more days so get your votes in! This will help me decide the direction of Derelyn!