Disclaimer: No canines in my near future, werewolves or otherwise.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading, reviewing, favoriting and following. I'm not quite sure about ages for the younger guys, I'm thinking between nine and eleven years old. I hope it will become easier to tell but Pup is Scott, Cub is Lydia and Kit is Stiles. Sorry for the long wait; my muse kind of up and died on me. Hope you like this new chapter.

An Accidental Pack

Derek woke with a start. Looking down he found he was alone; Pup was gone. Remembering every moment he spent in the white washed room, he lowered his head to his knees. He felt weary in body and spirit. Loud yapping was his only warning before being knocked over by a fuzzy torpedo. A slobbering tongue attacked his face and head.

Derek pushed the wiggling hairball away. Standing up he massaged the bridge of his nose and tried to smooth down his skewed hair. Looking down in annoyance he found Pup the picture of happiness; tail wagging and tongue hanging out of his stupidly grinning, slightly lopsided, mouth. Pup yapped again looking up at him before taking off. He stopped every few steps looking back waiting for Derek to follow; continuing forward only when the human sighed and followed.

Cub was self-grooming by tongue; seemingly recovering nicely. Derek bent down briefly to rub Cub's head. The cat rolled green eyes in annoyance, pawing at his hands, before purring gently. Satisfied Derek moved over to check up on Kit. The young fox looked up at his approach, but a silver tail curled up around Kit hiding the dark, tired eyes from view with a whimper.

"I'm not here to hurt you," Derek spoke as he laid a gentle hand on the little head. Kit flinched away violently with a hiss of pain causing Derek to back away as if burned. Pup gave a soft warning growl; the teenager glared down at the furry pipsqueak. Pup's tail tucked down and ears flattened, but gave a warning bark before Derek approached again. He sat down next to Kit with a sigh.

"Now I'm not going to hurt you," Derek met each creature's eye before continuing, "Any of you."

"I don't know why I'm here let alone any of you," he paused as if waiting for an answer then added, "Well I'm a werewolf."

All three creatures were staring at him; although he could have sworn he saw Kit roll his eyes. Starting to feel self-conscious Derek rubbed the back of his neck before continuing once more, "Obviously, I guess. But I'm not all human and I know you guys aren't all animal, I can smell it."

Cub gave him a "No shit Sherlock" look before giving a big yawn tail twitching lazily. Pup nodded his head giving another doggy grin. Kit's nose pushed into his leg with exaggerated snuffling and a soft yip. Derek glared down at the fox wiping snot all over his pants only to be met with another toothy grin. For a strange reason the word "sourwolf" came into Derek's mind when he met the fox's brown eyes.

"So can you change back? You know to your human forms." He looked around hopefully.

Pup whined before shaking a drooping head while Cub clutched the catnip looking indifferent. Derek looked down again when he felt Kit shift closer to him and place a furry little head into his lap. Without thinking Derek ran his fingers through the silky silver fur. Every time his fingers brushed across the neck Kit would let out a soft noise. It wasn't from pain because Derek purposely avoided the healing bite. Bending closer he searched carefully through the fur until he found a healed cut. Running his fingers over the scar tissue he reached up to feel a fresher version along his own neck. He winced slightly remembering the electricity that emanated from that point.

"They chipped us like damn dogs," Derek spat out angrily.

The teen extended his claws and reached for the back of his neck. As he made contact he felt a fresh wave of electricity course through his body. A loud sequel of pain was accompanied by his own howl. After just a brief moment he found himself panting and shaking flat on the ground next to Kit in a similar state.

"Shit," Derek reached over and pats the fox softly in apology, "Sorry Kit, my bad."

Kit's head lifts and gives him an unimpressed look before letting out a huff of frustration. As Pup comes over and starts nuzzling the head drops in exhaustion. Pup and Cub both send him glares causing Derek to lift his hands in surrender.

"I know lesson learned," Derek defends quietly sitting up scowling, "I didn't mean to hurt Kit; I just want to get out of here."

Kit got up shakily before curling once more into Derek's side; falling quickly into light slumber. Derek hesitates slightly before once more running his fingers through the soft black and silver fur. Pup watches him warily for a time before being satisfied no harm would come to Kit. Derek watches the other two creatures as they go through their morning routines. Water is provided in dishes and now a few bottles for human benefit. The food appears to be some kind of light colored mush that Pup and Cub hurry and down. Pup makes multiple trips carefully bringing over, by mouth, food and drink; before nudging Kit awake. Kit whined before nuzzling deeper into Derek's side. Pup persisted trying to wake the young fox until Kit turned towards him glaring and growling.

"Get up Kit," Derek ordered picking up his own food, "You need to eat and build up your strength."

Kit turned his glare to Derek. Hiding behind a silver tail Kit's eyes closed, bound and determined to go back to sleep. Any occasion to avoid eating the shit they served was one to celebrate.

"Eat or I'll force feed you," Derek threatened as he began eating his own food.

As the mush hit Derek's tongue he made a face before spewing it out on instinct. Grabbing a slightly damp water bottle he chugged half of it. Coughing and gagging he tried to catch his breath and save at least a few taste buds. Once he could breathe again he noticed gasping sounds surrounding him. Concerned at first that the others were having some kind of fit he scowled when he realized they were just laughing at him. Eventually Cub found composure and Pup submitted to his glare. Kit just continued scoffing even after he winced when his movements pulled on his still tender wound.

"Stop laughing," Derek threatened baring his canines, "or I'll rip your throat out, with my teeth."

Kit cowed to his warning and stopped laughing abruptly. Derek picked the mush back up; taking a deep breath he prepared himself for a second course. As he brought it to his lips he sent a glare at the young fox; who sighed and began choking it down as well. Once everyone had eaten Derek checked them all over, even Pup. Finding them all in good health or healing; Derek began to explore the room. The time passes slowly; except for the others' escapades.

Derek makes several discoveries during the day about his fellow prisoners. Pup when not in a full moon induced frenzy cared greatly for his friends and he would do anything for them. He also had a slightly uneven jaw. Cub held herself aloof from the boys; always trying to appear uninterested and unconcerned. Even though her mask often slipped showing her genuine care for her boys; usually when they annoyed her. She would give fond if exasperated eye rolls. After eating and another nap Kit seemed to have more energy. Still moving with caution Kit seemed to be everywhere. He spent time bothering Cub until she finally grew tired of ignoring him and swatted at him. He then moved on to Pup; the two romped and wrestled. Kit appeared to give as good as he got but the bigger Pup held back on his hurt, smaller friend. This caused Kit to increase his attacks; using craftiness against his stronger opponent. Until Pup finally pinned him down as Kit panted. Kit fought him at first until Pup started licking his ears and eased up. Going still Kit dropped off into an exhausted sleep with Pup keeping watch over him. Cub sauntered over sniffing the boys nonchalantly before going back to whatever it was she did.

The lights dim slightly in what Derek assumes passes for night time in their prison. Food is brought for the third and final time in what must have been a whole day. The mush goes down with little fuss and no bloodshed; with only minor glaring, mostly aimed at Kit. Pup curls into Derek's right side while Kit makes himself comfortable on the teen's left side. Cub comes closer, near Derek's outstretched feet, but keeps herself slightly removed from the little group. Derek watches the others drop off to sleep one by one. Unable to close his eyes the teen leans back against the wall and lets his mind wander. The fear that he tried to not think about during the day flares up as he sits alone in the silence. He thinks about his family, and unbidden thoughts of Paige come into his mind as well. He doesn't realize he's crying aloud until he feels a wet nudge to his left hand. His companions are awakened by his sobs, but the room remains in silence as the his tears flow. They offer their silent support as even Cub cuddles close to him. Eventually sleep finds Derek as well as the others. As Derek falls into Morpheus' embrace he pictures the woods near his home. There is a large, red eyed, black wolf. It looks like his mother but for some reason he knows it's not her. Next to it is a full grown but smaller brown colored wolf. He also notices glowing green eyes in the above trees and noises coming from the bushes behind the wolves. It is a small pack but something feels right about it being on his family's land. The last conscious thought the teen has is hoping to remember everything when he wakes. He clings to the strong feelings of pack.