Kit Bae pulled up in the driveway with a sigh of relief. Simon had been talking non-stop since he had shot the winning basket. Now he was ranting about how they were moving again. Kit was weighing the pros and cons about casting a sleep spell on his son when he saw it. The door was open. He hadn't locked it with Derek in the house, but his adopted son wasn't stupid. He wouldn't leave the door open. Something was wrong. Simon looked at his father's slightly panicked face and shut his mouth with an audible clik.

"Dad, what's up?" he murmured quietly.

"Simon, stay in the car," he said, oblivious to his son's hissing complaints. He got out of the van and quickly cast a fog spell to conceal the van. Then he went to the house. As soon as he was through the door, he knew. Derek was gone. He slowly picked up a bloody tranquilizer dart, and found more in the yard. There were shattered glasses from last night's dinner that no one had bothered to clean up. More importantly was the almost seamless way the intruders had gotten into the house. The Edison Group had found them.

He walked numbly to the van, taking away the fog spell when he stubbed his toe on the tire. Simon looked at him with absolute horror. He knew, but Kit told him anyways.

"He's gone. THEY have him."

With those words, he buried his face in his hands and quietly began to sob. He remembered.

XxX Flashback Xxx

Kit had found Derek at the Institute when he was four. The boy had three brothers, all more wild than him. Derek was quiet and did all his school work. He was doing fourth grade math while the others play wrestled. He had been… alone. But Kit could see that he was stronger than his brothers in every way. But one stood out in his mind.

He didn't give in to the wolf.

Kit had met an adult werewolf once. She said it was like another being constantly fighting for control, and when you let it out for the first time it's a battle of wills. Who's strongest, who has more control. Some go insane during that first change and never change back. For them, the wolf had won the fight. It was over. But for the ones who win , tame the wolf, they are in complete control of the beast after a few changes. The wolf still had to come out every once in a while, but it was easy to push it's mind aside. Like a trained puppy.

For the other three, the wolf had already won, while Derek was fighting it day and night. He was man, not beast. Not yet. Everyday the scientists tested the boys, Poisoning them to test immunity. One, the 'runt' of the pack, died after being injected with Rattler venom. The other boys screamed and writhed in pain.

Not Derek.

Derek endured the torture with barely a whimper. He locked hi muscles and clenched his jaw, to stubborn to give in to the pain. When they attacked the nurse who fed them, Derek was the one on the sidelines gaping in horror. HE was the one who tried to save her. In the end, the nurse died of her wounds and the boys were killed. But Kit saved Derek.

With the help of a few old friends, they broke him out of the Institute and Kit adopted him as a son. Simon had been thrilled to have a little brother and had quickly gotten used to the new member of their little family. Derek's memory of the torture faded and went away, but he always remembered the poor nurses' screams as she was torn apart.

After that, Kit had to move more frequently, just in case they wanted to come after Derek and possibly capture Simon as well. Simon didn't like it, but he was to young to know the truth. That sometimes, people live off of other's pain. He didn't want his sons to grow up fearing the world. So he hid them, and now what saved them might be Derek's undoing.

xxX End flashback Xxx

D's POV

Derek slowly opened his eyes, and bit back a hiss at the brightness. Then he remembered. He bolted up only to realize he was strapped down on a cold, metal table. He started shivering uncontrollably, and he didn't know why. This place was familiar, but… why can't I remember? He concentrated on making the shivering stop for a moment, then took a breath and took a look around. He immediately wished he hadn't.

Not only did the room spin, but he caught a glimpse of things better left unseen. On surgical trays were tools better designed for torture than for medical use. He shuddered violently, but he still couldn't remember. Where was he? He was turning his head frantically, but a simple noise made him freeze. The sound of footsteps.

He took a deep breath and made his face blank. Derek wouldn't let them see his fear and confusion. When the door finally opened, a man peered into his face with obvious disgust. "It's awake," he called. Slowly, more people trickled in until fifteen people were standing in the room. All looked at him as if he were an… animal. It suddenly dawned on him where he was. His thoughts were proved right when a middle-aged man stepped forward with a smirk on his face and said, "Welcome to the institute, Mr. Souza."

"W-what do you want from me?" He asked with a harsh, croaking voice.

"Well, it would be nice to find that 'family' of yours, but we'll get to that later. For now, Mr. Souza, it's time for you to face your… inner demons." The man smirked as he readied a needle.

It hit Derek like a brick in the face. They were going to force him to change.