Season 3 is finally here for my Teen Wolf Saga and I am PUMPED! Especially for this story. I have so many things planned and I hope you are all excited as well. Enjoy the start of season 3!

"Hi, you've reached Isaac Lahey. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but please leave a message and I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can."

"Fuck!"

Hanging up hastily, Anabelle brought her hand up to her mouth. She stared out at the full moon that had found its way into the midnight sky. The wolf inside her was going into mother mode as she thought about Isaac and Delilah, worrying about where they are.

They had been missing for the past couple of days trying to find Erica and Boyd. Anabelle thought by this point she would have at least heard from either one of them. But nothing. No phone calls, no texts. Nothing. And the she-wolf was feeling so much nervousness. So much so that it was even radiating off of Derek. That's why he sent Harvey and his wife Braeden to find them while the werewolves stayed put just in case Isaac and Delilah came back to the loft.

He watched his mate pace back and forth next to the window. The full moon along with their betas missing was giving Anabelle major anxiety. Her heel bounced, a habit that she always had whenever she was nervous. Derek noticed that when they were younger. Anabelle was also biting down on her thumb, another nervous habit.

"No luck?" Derek asked after Anabelle hung up her phone.

"Zero," she sighed. She tossed the phone on the table. "They could be dead for all we know. Have you tried calling Harvey or Braedon?"

"Yeah but neither of them picked up," Derek told her, "They'll be fine, Belle. Maybe their phones are just off. And maybe they already found Erica and Boyd."

"Don't you think that they would have called us if they did?" Anabelle asked, ignoring the nickname, "I don't know, Derek. I just have a bad feeling."

Derek pull her thumb out of her mouth. "They'll be fine. And Harvey and Braedon are good at what they do. They'll bring Isaac and Delilah back. Alive. I promise."

With a sigh, Anabelle sat on the table and placed her hands on her thighs. "Maybe we should tell Scott."

"I know. But he needs to live a normal life. They all do. As soon as our pack comes back, you and I will take care of the alpha pack ourselves. We can take them on together."

When Derek looked over at Anabelle, she was smirking at him. God, he loved and hated whenever she looked at him like that. That goddamn smirk always did something to him that just made him want to push her back and take her on that table right then. Derek almost wanted to blame the full moon for that sudden urge. Who the hell was he kidding though? He wanted her all the time.

"What?" he asked instead.

"You said 'our pack'," Anabelle said.

The alpha nodded. "I did."

"As in you and me."

"… yes."

Anabelle's smirk turned into a smile. "Since when did it become my pack too?"

"I guess it always has been," Derek shrugged, "Everyone's looked at you as second in command. You're just as huge of a part of it as I am."

"Hmm… second in command." Anabelle hopped off the table. "Does that make me an honorary alpha?"

"Okay, don't let it get to your head now," Derek rolled his eyes.

"Nah, but I do like the sound of that," Anabelle said, "Mr. Alpha and Mrs. Alpha. It has a nice ring to it."

"Mrs.?"

Whipping her head around, Anabelle turned to Derek. "Hm? What?"

"You said 'Mrs.'," he said.

Shit.

"Did I?" Anabelle tried to play dumb, which was pretty hard for her to do. "No… I'm pretty sure I said 'Miss'. Miss Alpha."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

Derek nodded. "Okay."

Well, that was embarrassing.

As soon as Derek turned away, Anabelle smacked her forehead. What the hell was wrong with her?! When did she suddenly turn back time to where she was a stupid teenager who said even stupider things in front of guy she may or may not be into? She was just glad Derek couldn't see how red her face was.

But he still could hear Anabelle's heartbeat. Even Derek's was starting to race at the thought of her becoming his wife. Would she take his last name or keep hers? Or even hyphenate the two? Anabelle Hale… now that had a nice ring to it. Damn, Derek had a bad habit of getting ahead of himself. He really needed to get a grip on reality right now, which was to get their pack back home safe and sound.

Hopefully Harvey and Braeden will find them…

The married couple did end up finding Isaac and Delilah. But Isaac and Braeden were injured badly, him due to being attacked by the rival alpha pack and her crashing her motorcycle that they were both on. Harvey had called an ambulance and now he and Delilah were following their significant others into the hospital building.

"Harvey," Braeden groaned out.

"I know, I see her right now," the musician told her. Braeden groaned again, wincing in pain. "God damn it, can someone please help my wife!"

EMTs finally came rushing to them and started pulling Braeden away on her gurney. Harvey followed behind them to make sure they were taking care of her properly. That was when Scott's mom, Melissa, ran towards them. "Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Find him," Braeden breathed out, "We have to find him."

"What are you saying?" Melissa asked.

"We have to… we have to tell him."

"Who?"

"The alpha," Harvey intervened, "Find the alpha."

Melissa furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you two want with Derek Hale?"

Harvey shook his head. "No."

"What?" Melissa said, more confused than ever.

But the EMTs took the wounded woman away before Melissa could ask anymore questions. "Okay, let's get her out of here."

"Not Hale," Braeden continued to say even though only her husband was listening to her, "McCall. Scott McCall."

It was the next morning. There was still no sign of any of the missing betas and the hybrid. Anabelle was not trying to stress out so much, so now she was doing yoga in the middle of the loft. Hot yoga, to be exact. It was stupid. How was this relaxing for anyone? Especially when it was almost a hundred degrees and Anabelle was sweating her ass off. This was not her idea of a good time.

But it was either this or go out for a run. And Derek would have thrown a fit if Anabelle went out in the middle of the woods while there was an alpha pack out an about. It didn't make sense to her why he was so adamant on her staying inside if she wasn't with him. It was almost annoying but kind of endearing that Derek wanted to keep her safe.

The she-wolf was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She was trying to meditate but it was not working. Especially when freaking Peter walked into the room.

"God, Anabelle, it feels like we're sitting in the sun here," he complained. He adjusted the AC so it was thirty degrees cooler.

Well there goes the rest of her quiet time. Rolling her eyes, Anabelle stood up and took a drink out of her water bottle. "Don't you have, literally, anywhere else you need to be?"

"I can't spend time with my adopted niece?" Peter asked.

"No," Anabelle snapped.

"Geez, you have even more of an attitude than Derek." The former alpha looked around the room. "Where is my nephew anyway?"

"Shower. He decided he had enough of the hot yoga."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "You actually got him to do yoga with you?"

"Not for long," Anabelle said. She took another drink of her water. "I'm surprised he even agreed to do it in the first place."

"Wow, you really have that boy whipped." Peter said under his breath.

But it didn't go unheard. Hearing this piqued Anabelle's interest and she was kind of curious to ask what the man meant. That was when her phone rang. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw Scott's mom's name on the caller ID. Cautiously, she answered the call and raised the phone to her ear.

"Melissa? Not that it's never nice to hear from you, but why are you calling?"

"Oh, thank god someone answered," the nurse exhaled, "I've tried calling Derek, like, five times and he didn't answer."

Biting the inside of her cheek, Anabelle turned to glare at Derek, who was showered, fully dressed, and just entered the room. He just rolled his eyes when his mate gave him a look that said 'what the fuck'.

"He was busy," Anabelle said to Melissa, "Is there something wrong?"

"Isaac and Delilah are here at the hospital," Melissa told her, "Delilah's unharmed, but Isaac was attacked, although he is healing. Slowly, even with Delilah helping him. He's supposed to go into surgery but… well, you know."

"Tell them both to sit tight," Anabelle said, "We'll try to get there as fast as possible."

After they said their goodbyes, the she-wolf let out a huge sigh of relief and leaned against the table. There was still some visible tension in her shoulders, but now she knew that at least two of her betas were safe. For the most part. She pointed at Derek.

"You really need to be better at answering your phone."

"You can point fingers all you want," Derek said, "but that's not the main issue right now. We gotta get there before they see that he is healing."

"But he's not fully healing," Peter reminded them.

Derek cursed to himself. "That's true. Wounds from an alpha take longer."

"Wolfsbane," Anabelle said, snapping her fingers, "There should be some at the old house, right?"

"Tell Melissa that we have to look for something and that we won't be there for another hour or two," Derek instructed his mate.

"I'm on it."

"So what do I do?" Peter asked, the other two forgetting he was even there still.

"You- go home," Anabelle told him, "I'm gonna take the fastest shower ever and if you're still here when I'm done then I'll kick you out of here myself."

Whistling to himself, Peter waited until she left the room. "Boy, you sure do know how to pick them, don't you, Derek? Derek?"

His nephew wasn't listening. He was too occupied with Anabelle's figure walking away in those tight workout leggings and that sports bra that pushed her breasts up just the right amount. That was part of the reason he had to stop exercising with her (besides the fact that hot yoga was the worst fucking idea known to man). If Derek had to spend one more minute watching his mate bend over he would have pinned her down. Now that she was all dewy from sweat, she was just so goddamn irresistible.

"Derek."

Peter snapped his fingers in front of his face, bringing him back to the present. The former alpha smirked.

"I was right. You really are whipped."

"Get out."

Back at the hospital, Braeden had been sedated by one of the nurses working on her. She was slowly starting to come out of it, but she was still to weak to break out on her own. So Harvey started to unhook the wires attached to her carefully and methodically. However, his wife was impatient and didn't have time for that.

"Just rip them out," Braeden told him, "It's not that hard."

"It is when the sheriff and his deputies are right outside the door," Harvey argued, nodding his head towards the door. He dumped out the rest of the sedatives. "I'm going as fast as I can."

"Go faster," Braeden said. She smirked. "Not like you haven't heard that one before."

Harvey raised his eyebrows. "Strong, sexy, and funny. I definitely hit the jackpot when I married you."

"You and me both," his wife smiled.

"Alright." The musician finally got rid of the last IV and tossed them aside. "Can you stand?"

"Yeah."

Braeden was able to sit herself up and swing her legs over the side of the bed. She then tried to stand up but she was still a teensy bit unsteady. Harvey held her by the waist and wrapped her arm around his neck as they started to sneak out of the room. They weren't able to get very far before a deputy came in and held his hand up.

"I'm not sure where you both think you are going," he said, "but she needs to get back in that bed right now."

"Actually," Braeden spoke, removing her arm from around her husband's neck, "I think I'm starting to feel a little better."

The deputy tried to grab at her but Braeden dodged him. She grabbed the back of his head and slammed his forehead one the railing of the bed. It knocked him out instantly. Braeden noticed the handcuffs sticking out of his pocket and pulled them out so she could cuff him up to the railing. During the entire thing, Harvey was watching his wife being the absolute badass she always was.

"God, I love you."

She rolled her eyes but still smiled. "Let's get out of here."

Just like they promised, Derek and Anabelle arrived at the hospital two hours later. They looked around the front desk but saw no signs of Melissa. The women that were at the desk were preoccupied with other visitors and they didn't have time to wait for them. So Anabelle grabbed the arm of the first doctor that walked her way.

"I'm looking for Nurse Melissa McCall," she demanded, "Where is she?"

"I haven't seen her," the doctor shrugged. His eyes scanned Anabelle up and down. "Are you by any chance-"

"She's not interested," Derek snarled. He grabbed his mate's wrist and pulled her away.

And for once, Anabelle didn't even make a comment about it. Mostly because it was true. They ran down the hall in search of the nurse.

"She could be anywhere," Anabelle groaned, "This is a big hospital."

"Did she at least tell you what room he was in?" Derek asked.

"215," Anabelle answered, "That's if they didn't take they didn't take him into surgery already."

They didn't bother to wait for an elevator. Instead they just took the stairs to the second floor in hopes to get to Isaac or even Delilah before the doctors did. Unfortunately they were too late. The bed was already empty and neither of the teenagers were nowhere to be seen. Anabelle growled.

"Now what?"

A loud crash came from the elevator. The two wolves looked at each other.

"Found them," Derek said.

"Don't you realize what you're dealing with?" they heard a deep growl coming from inside the elevator, "I'm an alpha."

The doors opened, revealing a very large man dressed in scrubs that was holding Scott up by his neck. Delilah was on the floor, holding onto the wheelchair Isaac was slumped on, unconscious. Both Scott and Delilah were shifted as was the man who they realized was indeed an alpha.

Derek stepped up behind the alpha and dug his claws into the alpha's back, making him roar and drop Scott. "So am I."

Then Anabelle, who had slid past the alphas, grabbed onto a ledge above the elevator. She swung herself back and then kicked the alpha in the chest. He went sliding across the hallway floor as the elevator doors closed again. Anabelle dropped herself down and brushed herself off. She and Derek looked down at Scott and Delilah.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Derek asked them.

The older wolves had taken Scott, Isaac, and Delilah back to the old Hale and Fierro house. Derek carried Isaac in and set him on a table as Anabelle went to continue to look for some wolfsbane to help heal the poor beta. Delilah was right by Isaac's side, pushing his hair back as the anesthesia started to wear off. Scott finished his phone call with Stiles and Natalie and then looked around the still broken and charred house.

He sighed. "You don't still live here, so you?"

"No," Anabelle told him as she and Derek searched among the wooden floors, "We found a loft a few months ago."

"The county took it over," Derek added, "but there's something here that we need. It'll help heal a wound from an alpha."

"Yeah, but it did heal," Scott pointed out.

Derek looked at Isaac and shook his head. "Not on the inside."

"Here," Anabelle said, picking up a bundle of wolfsbane. She stood up and went to go crush them up with a pestle and mortar.

"Hey, are you guys gonna tell me who that was back there?" Scott asked, "That alpha?"

"A rival pack," Derek answered. "It's my problem."

"Our problem," Anabelle reminded him.

His heart swelled at the word 'our'. But Derek ignored that for now. "We know you wanna help, and you did. We owe you one. Now go home. Go back to being a teenager."

"It's time you lived a normal life, Scott," Anabelle told him gently.

Both of the older werewolves were standing next to Isaac, talking amongst themselves on how they were going to heal the beta. As Scott was about to leave, he remembered the events of the night before when he tried to get a tattoo. He clutched his bicep.

"Uh, hey, Derek. Anabelle," he said. They both turned to him. "If you wanna repay back that favor now... there is something you can do for me."

Stiles and Natalie ended up at the house shortly after. As soon as the redhead walked in, Derek and Anabelle immediately got a whiff of a strong and off-putting scent. It was almost the exact same one that Gerard had. They quickly realized that Natalie was sick. With cancer, to be exact. And she was dying. That definitely explained that one phone call Derek had with her that one night he saw she was in the hospital. When Natalie saw that they figured it out, she shook her head at them to keep quiet about it around Stiles. They nodded in agreement.

Now Derek and Anabelle were staring at Scott's bicep. He was sitting in an old chair as his best friends stood beside him. Derek flashed his red eyes so he could make out what used to be etched on Scott's arm.

"Yeah, I see it," Derek said, "It's two bands, right? What does it mean?"

"I don't know," Scott answered honestly, "It's just something I traced with my fingers." He drew the pattern on a dusty table, one large circle surrounding a smaller one.

"Why is it so important to you?" Derek asked.

"Do you know what the word 'tattoo' means?" Scott asked.

"To mark something," Stiles chimed in, winking at the older werewolves.

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Know-it-all."

"Well, that's in Tahitian," Scott explained, "In Samoan, it means 'open wound'. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I eighteen. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward."

"For what?" Anabelle asked softly.

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants." Derek and Anabelle looked at each other, both actually feeling sorry for the boy. Scott sighed. "Goin' four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a, uh..."

"Like an open wound," Stiles and Natalie said together. They held onto each other since they spent all summer apart as well.

"Yeah…" Scott said sadly.

They all faced the front door when they heard Delilah run out of the house. They could hear her vomiting outside, igniting concern in all of them. Derek was about to get up to go see if she was okay but Anabelle placed her hand on his shoulder, that familiar spark present to both of them.

"I'll go check on her," she told him before going outside.

The alpha watched after her up until she shut the door behind her. He could hear Anabelle comforting the girl, bringing out that motherly side he had come to adore. But Derek shook his head and picked up a blowtorch.

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt," he warned Scott.

"Oh, that's great," Stiles mumbled.

But Scott was ready. "Do it." Derek ignited the blow torch, making Stiles squeamish.

"Oh, wow," he said uneasily, "That's a... that's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside."

He started to walk away but Derek grabbed his arm. "Nope, you and Natalie can hold him down."

Grudgingly, Stiles stomped back next to Scott. Natalie laughed at his expense.

"Come on, babe," she said, already gripping onto one of Scott's shoulders, "Don't make me look like the boy in this relationship." Stiles just flipped her off before grabbing the other shoulder.

"Oh my god," he said shakily as Derek brought the flame closer to Scott's arm.

The teen wolf took a few deep breaths, bracing himself for whatever pain was about to be inflicted on him. He thought he was ready, but once the blue flame hit his skin, he immediately started screaming in pain. He began to shift as he thrashed underneath his best friend's hands.

"Hold him," Derek demanded Stiles and Natalie.

Scott's screams just grew louder. Then the pain began to become too much and he fainted, slumping further into the chair.

Shortly after Derek finished his work, Scott woke up with a gasp. He looked down at his bicep and admired the two thick black bands that had now become a part of his arm. When he looked back up, he saw Stiles, Natalie, Derek, and Anabelle staring back at him.

"It worked," Scott breathed out in amazement.

"Well, I'll be damned," Natalie chuckled.

Harvey and Braeden found themselves in the boys locker room at Beacon Hills High after interrogating Allison and Lydia. They were originally looking for Scott, who was nowhere to be found. However, they were found by Aiden and Ethan, the twins from the alpha pack. And now they were after the married couple.

The wife's eyes found a broom and a mop. She tossed the mop over to her husband before kicking the brush part off the broom. Harvey snapped the mop in half over his knee. As he and Braeden twirled around their makeshift weapons a few times, they hid behind a set of lockers, ready to fight.

Delilah came back into the house soon after that, the hybrid looking a lot better. She returned to Isaac's side as Anabelle went to talk to Derek.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked, nodding towards the hybrid.

"I'm not sure," Anabelle said, "Isaac had told me last week that she had been getting sick like that for a few weeks now. It doesn't seem to be slowing down either."

"She doesn't smell sick," Derek pointed out, "I wonder if she's switching over to one side. Either becoming fully werewolf or fully caladrius."

His mate raised an eyebrow. "Can she do that?"

"It's not uncommon. But it's not voluntary, meaning she wouldn't have control over what side she crossed over to. She just has to let it pass."

"You painted the door," Scott said, making Derek and Anabelle turn towards him as he stared at the now red door, "Why'd you paint the door?"

"Go home, Scott," Derek ordered.

"And why only one side?" Scott asked. He flicked his claws out and used one to scratch at the door.

"Wait, Scott, don't," Anabelle said as she and Derek rushed over to him.

But the teen wolf just kept scratching off the paint like a wild animal. Grunts left his mouth as he put all of his energy into revealing what was underneath the paint.

All three of the teenagers were left confused as a large spiral-looking mark stared back at them. It almost looked like the triskeles Derek and Anabelle had tattooed on their backs. Except this one was more sharp and triangular.

Footsteps entered the room, making the married couple breathe heavily in anticipation. The sounds of toenails clacking on the tile floor confirmed that they had been found. Braeden peeked from behind the lockers to see the alpha pack coming their way. She turned to Harvey and nodded her head. With a snarl, both of them stepped out into view, twirling the wooden weapons in their hands. They ended in warrior poses.

It's time to fight.

"What the hell is this?" Scott asked.

"It's not your concern anymore, Scott," Anabelle tried to tell him, "Now please, all of you. Go home."

"No," Scott said firmly, "No more secrets, remember? Tell me what's going on. Does it have to do with that alpha from the hospital?"

Derek and Anabelle looked at each other, not answering the boy. The cat was out of the bag. So much for trying to get them to live normal lives again.

The silence was all the confirmation the teenagers needed.

"There's more than one alpha, isn't there?" Natalie asked. Derek slowly nodded.

"The birds at school and the deer last night..." Scott recalled, "just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the alpha. How many are there?"

"A pack of them," Derek answered, "An alpha pack."

"All of them?" Stiles questioned, "How does that even work?"

"We hear there's some kind of leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica."

"Peter, Isaac, Delilah, and we have been looking for them for the past four months," Anabelle added.

"Let's say you find them," Scott said, "How do you deal with an alpha pack?"

"With all the help we can get," Derek told the trio. The three of them looked at each other.

"Where is she?"

Everyone turned at the unexpected voice. Isaac had finally woken up, healing within. He was holding onto Delilah as he spoke to ones at the front door.

"Where's the girl?" Isaac specified.

The five of them looked at each other. "What girl?" Derek asked.

"There was a girl who saved us," Delilah told him, "She was at the hospital too."

"She was with some man too," Isaac continued, "I think they were married. They both had rings on their fingers."

"Harvey and Braeden," Anabelle said to herself, even though everyone else had heard her.

They were losing. They were both injured. They had both fallen. Even though they were both fighters, they were still only humans. Humans going up against a pack full of alphas. It was looking bad for the husband and wife. So they held each other's hands as the blind leader stalked up to them.

Deucalion crouched down in front of them and pushed back a strand of Braeden's raven black hair out of her face, making her flinch at the contact.

"Beautiful," the British alpha said, "but defiant, aren't you?"

"Look, man, I know you can't see and shit," Harvey snapped, "but you better keep your hands off my wife-"

He was smacked in the face with Deucalion's cane, the sharp end slicing the musician's cheek. The alpha just chuckled.

"You and your husband are both pretty defiant," he said.

"Because we know something," Braeden told him, "We know you're afraid of him."

"Of a teenage boy?" Deucalion questioned with amusement.

"Of the man he'll become."

"I'm aware of a certain potential threat. But then someone once taught me a very smart way to eliminate threat... get someone else to do it for you."

Harvey's eyes widened. "Derek."

Slowly, Deucalion raised his claws. Tightening their grip on each other's hands, the married couple leaned against each other.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Those were the last words they said to each other before their throats were slashed, blood splattering on the lockers.

Anabelle arrived back at the old house after she dropped off Isaac and Delilah at the hybrid's house. The trio had long left as well. Now it was just her and Derek, who was kneeling on the floor, burying what was left of the wolfsbane back into the wooden floor. Leaning against the table, Anabelle crossed her arms as she watched her best friend.

"The tattoo looked pretty good," she said.

The alpha shrugged his shoulders. "It was a simple design. Two bands. Nothing too tricky."

"It was still done well," Anabelle told him, "Have you ever thought about becoming a tattoo artist?"

"Is that your nice way of telling me that I should get a job?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, I can't be the sole provider of the house." The she-wolf laughed. "But you should consider it."

"Once we figure out how to get rid of Deucalion and his back I'll look into it," Derek teased.

Another chuckle came from Anabelle. Then it got quiet. One of her fingers traced along the edge of the table as she bit her bottom lip.

"You know… if you ever need a blank canvas, I'd volunteer to let you use me."

That came out a bit more seductive than Anabelle originally planned. But it still got Derek's attention. His head shot up and he looked at his mate. "You want me to give you a tattoo," he stated, "Right now."

"Why not?" Anabelle shrugged, "You seem to know what you're doing. And I'm in a need of a new one anyway."

"Okay then." Derek stood up. "Where do you want it?"

"Hmm… how about here?" Anabelle tapped just below her left breast on her ribcage.

He didn't know why the idea of it turned him on. Probably because he would be touching her bare and silky skin and up close and personal with her. Fuck yeah, he was in. But he didn't want to seem too eager.

So he just patted the table. "Get on."

Doing as she was told, Anabelle hopped on the table and laid on her back. She lifted up her loose white v-neck, just below her breasts. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, the under-curve of one of them was peaking out just a little. Not enough to show much, but enough to get Derek's imagination running.

Aw, hell.

But he just kept his composure as he grabbed a chair and the blowtorch. Derek sat down on Anabelle's left side. His breath tickled her tan skin, making goosebumps appear. Having him this close was so intimate and she could already feel herself getting anxious as she thought about his hands on her. Anabelle was so deep in her head that she almost missed Derek's question.

"What design do you want?"

"Artist's choice," Anabelle replied. Derek was about to question that bold request but she stopped him. "I trust you."

It was definitely a lot of pressure, but hearing Anabelle say that she trusted him made him feel much more confident. And he had just the perfect idea for her.

So Derek turned on the blowtorch. Anabelle took a few deep breaths as she felt the hot flame get closer to her skin. As soon as it came into contact, she gasped at the pain and gripped onto Derek's thigh. He slightly jumped and he turned off the blowtorch so he wouldn't hurt his mate. He tried to ignore how dangerously close Anabelle's hand was to his crotch and he also tried to think about literally anything else to keep himself from getting aroused.

She noticed where her hand was and she blushed. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Derek nodded, "Do what you need to do."

Nodding back, Anabelle closed her eyes. She kept her hand on Derek's thigh to anchor herself.

He turned the blowtorch back on and finally started burning into her skin. Derek was quite impressed with how well Anabelle was handling the pain. Females did have a higher tolerance than males so that shouldn't come off as a surprise. Every once in a while Anabelle would whimper and twitch but for the most part she was taking it like a champ. It also helped that Derek's rough hand was resting just below her breast as he took away some of her pain. Anabelle also was trying not to moan at the way his thumb rubbed small circles against her skin. She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but it made her want to clench her thighs together. But she kept it cool.

Not once did she let go of Derek.

Thankfully the tattoo didn't take long to finish. Sweat had built up on Anabelle's forehead by the time the alpha set down the blowtorch. He then grabbed a piece of a broken mirror.

"Wanna see it?" Derek asked.

Anabelle nodded her head. Derek handed her the glass and she hesitantly hovered it over her ribcage. She couldn't help but gasp at what was there.

"Oh, wow…"

The words 'like mother like daughter' were engraved on her skin. Surrounding those words were peonies. Once again, Derek had outdone himself. Not only did he get Anabelle's late mother's favorite flower, he also got the quote she and Claire would always say to each other. Back then it was always a joke within the household that Anabelle was her mother's carbon copy, in looks and personality. So whenever the she-wolf had those moments where she acted like Claire, everyone would say, "Like mother like daughter." It had stuck with Anabelle ever since.

She wasn't going to cry, but it was enough for her to choke up a little as she traced her finger along the word 'mother'.

"What do you think?" Derek asked softly.

Smiling, Anabelle told him, "I love it."

Right at that moment, her eyes seemed to fall into a trance as she was taken to another place.

Snow was falling just outside the window, which was telling that she was not in Beacon Hills anymore. She wasn't even sure she was in California. But it was a beautiful sight regardless. The snow along with the decorated tree in the corner of the living room meant that it was a white Christmas, something she had always dreamed of having.

It was quiet, but she didn't mind. It was actually very comfortable. Peaceful. The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of wood in the fireplace. There were three stockings hanging above it, one black, one white, and the last one grey. Looking off to the other corner of the room, she saw that grand piano, which appeared that after these past few years it had still remained in good conditions despite playing it almost every day. When her eyes fell onto who was lying on the floor, she realized that the piano was the only thing that was familiar to her.

A little and absolutely beautiful girl with messy curly black hair and dressed in Christmas pajamas was fast asleep in front of the fireplace, tuckered out from the excitement of the holiday. In her arms was Boo Boo which she was clutching onto like it was her best friend. Just like it was her mommy's best friend when she was her age. Her nose scrunched up adorably and her lips were etched up, making the she-wolf wonder what she was dreaming about. All she knew was that the longer she stared at her, the more in love with the girl she fell.

She decided to finally looked down at herself. What she saw made her heart grow even bigger. She was lying on the couch in a man's arms. A man that smelled just like their Christmas tree. His large hands were resting on top of hers on her big round belly that carried their second child. It was so heavy that she was surprised that she hadn't burst yet. But her husband's (she figured that part out when she saw their matching wedding rings) warm and gentle touch soothed any ache she was feeling.

This was all so perfect. Too perfect. Almost like a dream. And she really didn't want to wake up.

Her husband kissed her on the cheek, his dark facial hair tickling her skin. She could feel him smiling into her cheek and it made her smile in return. Resting her head back against his chest, she just savored the moment of being surrounded by her family on her favorite holiday. She melted even more into her husband's embrace as she lightly closed her eyes.

Never in her life did she ever think she would feel this way again. For the first time in a long time, she was… happy.

The sound of the piece of glass slipping out of her hand and shattering even more on the floor was what broke Anabelle out of her daze. She looked down at her hand, which was now bleeding. Of course it healed quickly, but the initial shock of what she had just experienced had her shaken up.

"What's wrong?" Derek asked her, expressing concern for his mate.

"Nothing," Anabelle said, meaning it somewhat, "Absolutely nothing." She got up from the table. "We should get back to the loft. It's starting to get dark and we have work to do." Derek tried to stop her but she was too quick. She walked out the door.

Now the alpha was the one who was confused. He had never seen Anabelle like that before. She almost looked hypnotized. And it was worrying Derek. For a second he would have thought that she was under a spell…

Fuck.

Anabelle just had her first vision.

Ahh she's getting close to finding out the truth! It won't be too long, I promise! I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. PLEASE review and let me know what you think! And be sure to read and review Awake and Alive and Scars. I'll be sure to update soon! Xoxo, Maddie