It's official; I need a new trainer for my spark. Before, when Deaton was teaching me all of my lessons revolved around reading protection spells and studying the history of the sparks. I've always felt that Deaton wasn't giving me all the information that I needed or that he was purposely leaving things out that he felt that could be used against him if need be. My suspicions were confirmed when I began reading from the Hale library. It seems that Talia kept records of everything and from what I can tell, with the "training" I've had I should be at least twice as strong as I am now.

Upon learning this I went and spoke to Derek and Peter to see if they could think of anyone from any allying packs that would be willing to train or advise me until I fully get the hang of my powers. Peter mentioned that there's a pack in San Diego that they were close to that has very talented and would be willing to me. While I was excited to hear this, I knew that I had to wait and see what Derek said about all of this.

Even though it's my choice on whether or not this person helps me in my training; they will no doubt have to travel here to do so. Because I know me traveling there, no matter how short of a time period, is kind of out of the question right now. Derek isn't necessarily a "new" alpha, but he's new in the sense that he has a better idea of what to do and what to expect from others. Taking that into account with the fact that I'm his unclaimed mate and he's definitely not going to want me traveling into another alpha's territory without knowing how they feel about Derek being alpha of the Hale pack, regardless of their previous relationship with his family; but it seems like Derek has other ideas.

"Peter, can you get in contact with their alpha, Allen?" Upon Peter's acknowledgement that he could, Derek continued.

"Call him as soon as you can and invite him and his pack here to Beacon Hills. It's time that we reestablish the connections that my mother had with the surrounding packs. At one point we could all look to each other for support and friendship and that ended after the fire. Hopefully, we can gain it back and Allen would be a good person to start with."

Peter went off to find Allen's number and set up the meeting while Derek pulled me aside to talk.

"When Peter confirms whether or not Allen and his pack will come, we'll need to have a pack meeting letting everyone and explaining how they should act around them." Derek informed me.

"Is there anything different that we need to do?" I inquired, worried that we wouldn't be perceived as a real pack. Even though we're a pack of mostly bitten teenage wolves, a spark and an ex-hunter; we still represent the Hale pack. The absolute last thing that I want to do is ruin the image that Talia had built up for them. Derek sensing my worry was quick to reassure me.

"Don't worry Stiles. The only thing we need to make sure of is that the pack respect what both you and I say at all times. I know when it's just us they tend to be a little mouthy before they do things. We just need to make them understand that if Allen and his pack come here, that can't happen. It's important that we show that we're a stable, strong pack and that everyone understands their place."

Of course, out of all the things that our pack would need to do, behave, had to be the biggest issue; don't get me wrong, our pack for the most part is very well behaved. The only thing is we are a very playful pack, in the sense that we enjoy teasing and making fun of each other just because. And while this is acceptable for us, I don't know how the other alpha and pack will view it. Derek must sense my worry and immediately embraces me to calm me down.

"Don't worry Stiles, the only thing that they need to not do is insult me, you, and the other alpha pair and everything will be fine. I promise. Allen is a good guy, him and my father were close friends. Laura and I stayed with them for a while after the fire; he always hoped that we would return and the Hale pack would once again flourish. He'll be happy to see this, us, I promise."

After cuddling into Derek and listening to what he said I finally calmed down enough to where I could fully think. Derek's right of course, as long as we're respectful to the other pack we should be fine and considering that Allen wanted the Hale pack back in Beacon Hills is a bonus, but I couldn't help but ask.

"Is there anything else we should worry about?" I asked, finally looking up from Derek's chest to make eye contact. From the look in his eyes I knew there was something.

"Allen and his pack are friendly, yet traditional, they believe that there's only room for one pack in a particular area."
Derek stopped and took a deep breath before continuing.
"If they see Scott and his pack they will more than likely deem them as a threat to us and our pack and attack without provocation. They won't do this out of hate or malice, but as a sign of respect to us and the Hale pack in general. I don't think it'll be an issue though. Scott and his pack never come this far out into the reserve and I'm going to try and keep everyone here at the house for the most part. As long as Scott continues to stay away we'll be fine."

As always here lately, our peaceful lives depend on Scott not acting like a complete ass and ruining things for everyone because he's not happy that things aren't going his way. Every single time we have a problem it's because of something Scott has done or said, thinking he knows what's best for everyone else around him. But then thinking about it, it's always been like this between the two of us, ever since we were kids.

Most people think that I was the one who was always getting us into trouble, but it wasn't always my idea. I mean sure there were plenty of times where I got an idea to do something crazy or dangerous, but considering my ADHD it was very rare that I keep an idea in my head for very long. So, for the most part, Scott came up with things for us to do and when it went wrong or he got hurt I was blamed for it because of my ADHD; and not once did he ever speak up and defend me, he always let me take the fall. What kind of friend does that?

Derek sensing that I was getting lost in my thoughts leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss breaking me from my thoughts. I smiled gratefully at him and we started heading back into the house. Even though Derek is a great distraction from what was going on in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder, has Scott ever really been my friend?

Author's Note:

Sorry it's been so long, but school has been crazy. But now it's Christmas break so hopefully I'll be able to write more. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and there's more to come. Also, for anyone that read my other story Forming a pack & a family, I'll be starting the second part to that soon as well. Thanks for your continued support!