The runs in the houses were going amazing, but I decided to switch something up this time. I needed more variety. So instead of going to a house I went to a pound, set on symbolizing how wrong caging these people were.

Surprisingly it wasn't difficult to break in. A simple crowbar to the lock on the back door and boom I was in.

The hallway was dark, the sound of chains dragging against the floor and ominous soundtrack that seemed to get louder as I made it down the corridor. In each of the cages there was a pair of different colored eyes staring back at me. In some crimson red eyes glared back at me, in others innocent yellows stared at me.

I passed by slowly, my movements slow and deliberate, my eyes scanning the cages the surrounded me. My hands gripped tightly around my bat, knuckles turning white with the amount of pressure I was using.

When I made it into the lobby all sound seemed to quiet down and it hit me what I was to do next. Time for the real job. I pulled the bag off my back and let it hit the floor. Spray Paint first and then it was time to let my bat have a little fun.

As I was digging through my bag the sound of footsteps rose from down the hall. I pulled my pistol out of my bag and turned on my heel, holding the gun level. The barrel was leveled with someone else's shotgun, the two silver weapons glinting in the moonlight that filtered through the window.

"The Black Wolf?" Her voice broke through the silence, a curious childlike tone to her voice.

I remained silent, my gun still leveled.

The shotgun aimed at me slowly lowered and a woman stepped into the moonlight.

Her skin was smooth, the color of toffee and capable of making the most beautiful jealous. Her eyes were piercing, a fierce challenging look that was contrasted by her soft features. She wore a smirk, her eyes taking me in. She had scars that ran across her throat, barely visible in the dull light. I could tell though that they were claw marks. She inhaled a slow breath before she spoke, her voice more stable this time. "You're the notorious vigilante?"

I paused, eyeing her carefully. I slowly lowered my gun and removed the wolf mask from my face.

Her expression never changed as her eyes took me in. Slowly a small smile broke out on her lips. "Stiles Stilinski. So you're the face behind the mask?"

I nodded slowly. "You know me?"

The girl chuckled a little. "Everyone and their cousin knows who you are. Deputy Stilinski, young man who graciously takes in aggressive werewolf. Tell me something, was he really all that aggressive?"

I shook my head slowly and watched her reaction.

"Ha, figures. Big ol mean werewolf turns out to be a big softie when you actually treat them like a human being."

"So wait who are you?" I asked slowly, still weary of the woman standing in front of me.

"Name's Breaden. And, believe it or not, I'm rooting for the same cause you are. Freedom for the wolves right?" She mumbled, tapping her shotgun against her thigh nonchalantly as if it were a harmless pen.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah...so is that what brought you here?"

Braeden shrugged and walked over to the counter. She placed her gun on top of the granite and turned towards me. "More or less...I have a specific wolf that was wrongly imprisoned, needs to be broken out, I'm the girl for the job."

I nodded slowly. "It's nice to know I have people on my side."

She cocked her head to the side. "There's a lot of people for the cause, but many are scared...I do have to thank you though."

"For what?"

"For directing the media to something else. It makes my job a lot more easier when my criminal acts are no longer on the front page ya know," she stated and let her fingers glide over the barrel of the shotgun. "It's a rough career choice, but hey at least it's for a good cause," she mumbled before she picked her gun off the counter and turned towards me. "I'd love to sit here and talk home life like normal people, but I've got a job to do...and I'm assuming you do to," she stated and motioned towards the gun I held in my hand.

I nodded slowly. "Good luck Braeden."

She flashed her pearly white teeth at me as she sauntered closer. "It's not goodbye Stilinski. With this line of work I'm sure we'll be seeing each other a lot," she mumbled before she passed by me. Before she disappeared into the darkness, she stopped and glanced back over at me. "Good luck Black Wolf," and with that she was gone.

I stood there for a little while glancing around at the lobby that surrounded me. She was right. Doing this was dangerous, but worth every act. As soon as that went through my head I wrapped my hands around the bat and swung. With every hit, with every item that crashed to the ground in broken pieces, came joy. The feeling of being able to change something, even if it was only a little, it was enthralling. No matter what came up I would continue doing this because this was what the world needed to change.

Getting back in that night was a breeze, as it is every night. Crawling back into bed made Derek stir a little, but as soon as he snuggled closer to me he was out again. The morning was easy, simple and calm. That's what I needed in between the stressful nights of my new pastime.

I was in my room, sorting files into manilla folders and writing exactly which different case they belonged to. It was a time consuming task, but it was interesting to see the different details in every case. Not to mention I was getting easy houses to hit with every case that involves wolf abuse. I was only brought out of my thoughts when I heard footsteps enter the room.

I smiled and turned around. "Hey Der-" I stopped, my eyes landing on the two objects that Derek held in his hands: my black jacket and the metal wolf mask.

His face was dark, his eyes narrowed directly at me. He was tense, the corners of his mouth turning down, almost in a snarl. His expression alone spoke thousands of words.

I sighed, a deep intake of breath that allowed me to sort my thoughts. "I was going to tell you-"

"-Stiles what the hell are you thinking?" He interrupted and threw the objects down onto the bed.

"I finally am thinking. You opened my eyes. I was able to help you."

"This is a lot larger than me," he mumbled, his voice verging on a growl.

I snorted. "Of course it is! It has always been larger than you and me. It always will be."

Derek sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Stiles do you realize what you're doing?"

I nodded sharply, my eyes set on his. "Yes I do. I'm doing what's right."

"Right for who?"

"For everyone! For the werewolves that have wrongly suffered on the cruel law that has been placed on them. For all the werewolves that have been beaten and prodded because of the way society views them. For you...your sisters and all of the other werewolves in your family that was wrongly treated. Your family was calm and respectful at all times and yet they were murdered in cold blood-"

"-stop," Derek lowered his gaze, his face turning from hard to hurt. I had just poured salt into his wounds, but I had to get my point across.

"Stop? Derek there are people suffering."

His eyes shot up his gaze intense, the anger returning back to his face. He stepped closer to me. "Don't you think I know that! I've been dealing with this my whole life!"

I didn't back down, my gaze never faltering from his. "Then you, out of everyone, should know that a little protesting is worth it," I stated and turned my back toward him.

"Of course, but this isn't a little protesting. This is vandalism, this is arsen. Stiles you've hurt people."

I turned sharply and glared at him. "And how many people have hurt you? Huh Derek?"

He seemed to be taken aback by this. He paused, his eyes lowering for a brief second before they returned back to me, memories pushed to the back of his mind. "That doesn't matter. Stiles you are jeopardizing everything for this! You're breaking the law and yet you are the law."

I shrugged. "Yeah well things change...people change."

Derek's eyes narrowed as he looked at me up and down. "Obviously," he growled before he turned abruptly and walked out the door.

I stayed there for a minute, staring at the ground and fiddling with the string on my jacket. My gaze traveled to the mask that sat atop the bed, taunting me. I has said that I'd continue this no matter what and I wasn't lying. Despite Derek's disagreement I still planned to go out that night.

I waited around for awhile, waiting until Derek went to bed to sneak out again. He never came back up to the room though. After a little while I went downstairs to see what was holding him up.

He was curled up on the couch and it was pretty obvious that him sleeping there was pretty intentional.

Despite this I still forced myself to go out that night and visit a case house. I went somewhere simple mainly based on the fact that my mind wasn't all there. It was back where a certain someone was, sleeping uncomfortably on the couch alone.