When we arrived at the ice rink, Derek was waiting for us with Isaac. Boyd was inside, working, and waiting for Scott. Derek had already give him the bite. The deed had been done, but Scott wouldn't know that. He would come, try and talk Boyd out of it, but why anyone in there right mind would reject the bite was beyond me. It had done nothing but good for me and Erica, despite the warnings from both Derek and Scott. Sure the full moons were intense, and there was the threat of the Hunters for now, but soon that would all be a distant memory and we'd be the ones running Beacon Hills. Our pack. It made me giddy just thinking about it.

We waited in the stands, just out of sight. Erica, me and Isaac sat on one bench with Derek sat on the one behind us, looking down on us all from his elevated position. Where else would the Alpha be?

After a while, Isaac began to sigh impatiently, and Erica began nudging me, looking at me as if to ask, "How much longer?" She wanted to go back to having fun, and Isaac was itching for our confrontation with Scott. I started up some small talk to keep them occupied, but it didn't last long, as Derek told us all to be quiet. Like kids being told of by their parents, we lowered our heads and sulked, watching Boyd as he continued with his job. At least we had some kind of a show while we waited, though it was hardly the next Mission Impossible.

Then our heads collectively lifted, hearing the doors open. We all smiled, looking back at Derek who grinned. He motioned for us to stay, and we did. All watching with eager eyed anticipation as Scott made his way out onto the ice. Once he had, Derek stood, walking down the stairs before motioning us to follow. I followed first, flanked by Isaac and Erica.

As we walked towards the ice, led by our Alpha, Scott tried to reason with Boyd. "I just wanna talk," he explained aloud, as Boyd stopped the cleaner he was driving, so Scott didn't have to shout. "Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything."

"He told me about the Hunters," Boyd said without looking Scott in the eye. Not because of shame, but because he didn't want to reveal he'd been bitten just yet, and looking into Scott's eyes might have just given that away before it was time.

"And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want there's other ways to get it," Scott argued.

"I just wanna not eat lunch alone every day," Boyd snapped, finally looking at Scott who scoffed.

"If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek."

"That really hurts, Scott," Derek said, announcing his presence as Scott turned around, eyes widening when he saw the full Pack before him. Derek was stood at the front, hands behind his back. Behind him and to the right was where the rest of us where. Me closest to him, followed by Erica and then Isaac. All grinning away and enjoying the moment of power while Derek spoke. "I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus," he argued, gesturing to the three of us at his side. His Pack.

"Erica, how's life been for you since we met?" Derek asked.

Erica hummed in though, looking down for a moment. "In a word…" she began, pausing as she flicked her eyes up to meet Scott's. "Transformative." Then she unleashed a growl, smiling as her canines formed in her mouth, her face partially shifting as she prepared herself for the fight. It wasn't her own doing of course, if anything it was Derek's. None of us had enough control yet to shift at will, at least not fully. The most me and Isaac could do was bring out our claws and flash our eyes. Everything else was by accident or because of Derek. But we were learning. Thanks to our Alpha.

"Isaac?" Derek asked next.

"Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I'm great," Isaac explains nonchalantly.

"And Dylan?" Derek then asked finally.

"Perfect, thanks for asking," I said with a smile, batting my eyes at Scott, whose eyes then began to shift between each member of our Pack.

"Okay, hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight," Scott pointed out passively, backing up a single step as me and other continued to grinned smugly at him.

"Then go home, Scott," Derek said simply, shrugging unsympathetically. He then nodded, silently ordering us to attack. I led the charge, striding forward with my sister and Pack brother at my back. However, as we advanced, Scott suddenly knelt down and slammed his fist against the ice. It cracked, and when he looked back up, he'd completely shifted.

"I meant fair for them," Scott growled, before unleashing a roar.

It didn't deter me or my fellow Pack members. He might be able to control his shifts, but we had the numbers, meaning we had the extra power. "We'll see about that," I growled, flexing my fingers as my claws formed. I let out another growl, then when I was close enough, swung at Scott with my claws. To my shock though, he caught my arm mid-swing and then threw me behind him and into the large cleaner Boyd was still sat upon. I bounced off it, hitting the ground as blood entered my mouth.

Humiliation turned to embarrassment, and then quickly onto anger. I felt the shift take over, watching as Scott gut punched Erica and she collapsed on to her knees, heaving as she uncontrollable slid past. He would pay for that. I promised myself and Erica that no one would hurt us again, and I wasn't about to let Scott break that promise.

I rose back up, fully wolfed out with anger pulsating through me. I advanced as Scott threw Isaac into the wall around the ice rink. I took my time, knowing how unpredictable the ice was. But my hesitation gave Scott the upper hand as he dropped onto all fours and suddenly kicked back like the Buckaroo game me and Erica had played as kids. His combined feet caught me in the chest and sent me back, crashing into the cleaner once more.

A growl of frustration arose inside of me, but it was overshadowed by Isaac's angry one, as he advanced on Scott. Completely shifted like me. I glanced over at Erica, seeing that she was getting back on her feet. She hadn't fully shifted. She just barely had her claws out and the canines in her mouth weren't even fully formed. But what would you expect from the girl who was turned yesterday. She'd had little to no practise with her new abilities and was still getting used to them. Me and Isaac had had training. We were the ones Derek was expecting to do some real damage. Erica was just there to help out where she could.

I motioned her to stand aside as I advanced once more. This time though, Scott was too occupied by Isaac who was stood in front of him. Isaac stopped, seeing what I was about to do and smirked. I smirked too and then slashed Scott across the back with my claws. He howled in pain, stumbling forward into Isaac who grabbed him. I then stepped aside as Isaac shoved Scott forward, slamming him into the cleaner. He then turned, throwing Scott towards me where I caught him with a left hook.

A crack ran out as Scott collapsed onto the ice, sliding away with his face down. I chuckled, Isaac and Erica joining in as Scott lay motionless for a moment. Then his head shot back up, jaw having healed apparently from my punch. I scowled at him through my morphed face and he roared, climbing back up to his feet.

He came at us, heading right down the middle towards Isaac as we advanced in a wave. Unable to do much more than brace himself, Isaac stood his ground as Scott went to tackle him. Both went down, Scott on top. He then proceeded to grab Isaac by his jacket, pulling him up before shoving him back down against the ice, over and over. He only managed to do it a couple of times though, as I came up behind him. My arms slid under his, restraining him as I yanked him up to his feet, pulling him against me. I grinned, nodding to Erica who advanced, claws growing as she began to slash away at Scott's chest.

Another series of painful howls while me and Erica enjoyed ourselves. Then he lifted his feet, kicking Erica back and sending her into the cleaner once more. I struggled to hold his sudden shift in weight on the ice and back peddled. I managed to stay up, but when his head suddenly came flying back to meet me, I lost my hold on him, blood gushing out my nose. Momentarily stunned, I was defenceless as Scott went low, clawing at my legs. I went down, the air knocked from my lungs, before he then slammed both his fists down into my chest to make sure I didn't get back up.

Injured and out of breath, I lay there as Isaac tried to get back up. But Scott saw him and swiftly took him down with a kick to the ribs. With us all defeated, Scott looked around, still shifted and angry. "Don't you get it? He's not doing this for you. He's just adding to his own power," Scott explained with a glare towards Derek, who seemed somehow satisfied with what he'd seen. I didn't understand it. We'd just gotten our butts handed to us and had been utterly humiliated, and yet he seemed proud. Maybe we'd done better than I thought?

"It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of a gift, when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!" Scott roared as he used each of us in turn like a curling stone, and threw us back across the ice to Derek's feet. First it was Isaac, then Erica and finally me. All three of us stopping beneath our Alpha. All too ashamed and hurt to dare lift our heads and look at him. We'd failed him. Our Alpha.

"It's true," Derek then said, his voice oddly optimistic. I braved a look up, and saw him smiling down at us. His Pack. "It is about power." Then he turned his attention back to Scott, smile falling as he advanced, bring out his claws and shifting. Wisely, Scott began to back up, and I began to grin. He might have been able to beat us, but Scott, a Beta, had no chance against Derek, an Alpha.

Pushing myself up, I stood along with the rest of the Pack, moving closer to Erica as we shared a smile. We could feel the power coming off of Derek, the power of our Pack combing with his Alphahood to make him more than a match for Scott. He raised his fists, trying to be brave as Derek loomed over him. Then suddenly Derek whacked his head against Scott's. I gasped, taking a little to much pleasure form the simple act of Derek inflicting pain on the one who'd hurt me, my sister and my Pack.

The show didn't stop there though, and with each attack my smile grew and grew, along with Erica and Isaac's. After the headbutt, Derek slashed Scott clean across the chest with his claws. Then came two slow and powerful uppercuts that Scott seemed unable to avoid. When Derek gut punched him, Scott then got his one and only hit in, an elbow to Derek's face that made him back up.

Normally, instinct would have had me and the Pack running to him, but Derek had been deliberately sloppy for Scott's sake. He was going easy on him. He smiled, and we smiled with him, before he then advanced to finish it. Scott took another swing, but Derek blocked it with ease before he proceeded to pound into Scott's face with his fist over and over. Then, as he was about to fall, Derek grabbed him, lifted him up, and threw him down on the ice. The surface cracking beneath the force of him.

Blood flew from Scott's mouth, before he spat out the rest. He tried to move but Derek stomped down hard, prompting Scott to cough up some more blood. When he continued to struggle, Derek applied more pressure, and soon, Scott was done. His arms dropped to his side and he was struggling to breath, until Derek removed his foot. Point having being made.

Part of me wanted to squeal and cheer aloud as he made his way back over to us, shifting back to human form. But I knew it'd ruin the moment, so I simply smiled and watched the final act of the show play out. Derek motion Boyd to follow, and the guy hopped off the cleaner before looking down at Scott. "Don't. You don't want to be like them," Scott wheezed out. It sounded so painful, I was almost tempted to go over and help him… Almost.

"You're right," Boyd agreed, before lifting his hoodie to reveal the bite mark beneath. Scott stared at it in horror, realising it'd all been for nothing, then looked disappointedly back up at Boyd. "I wanna be like you," Boyd said with a grin, before turning and making his way over to us. His Pack.

I smirked, watching Scott as he struggled to get up. Although when Derek strode past, I knew it was time to leave. No matter how much I wanted to stay and tease Scott.

I fell into step behind Derek, following my Alpha out as the rest followed behind me. Erica wiping blood from his mouth. Isaac clutching his still healing arm. And Boyd, united with his new Pack. Our Pack.

And this was only the beginning.