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xxX Derek's POV Xxx

When Derek came to, the pain in his arm was intense. He tried to sit up and immediately fell back. Derek's whole body was now twitching, convulsing and itching. Every time his muscles jerked, a sliver of red hot pain raced through him. He was a whimpering mess.

Derek scented for someone familiar who could help him, but all he got was the scent of his own blood. It was still leaking from his arm, which was restrained to the metal slab. Disoriented, Derek looked around for something he could use to free his arm. He had to stop the bleeding. As a sudden chill wracked his body, he realized his fever had gotten worse. It took all he had to stop the sudden cry as a needle was plunged into his chest. Professor Stephens was standing over him, a look of disgust on his face .

"Shame to have to kill such a fine experiment. Can you hear me?"

With a jolt of realization, Derek realized the professor was talking to him. He didn't know if he could answer without screaming, so he stayed silent. "His name is Derek," said a female voice. It was harsh and low, as if it hadn't been used in a while. It also held the coldness of a born killer. Stephens looked up with shock on his face. The woman who spoke was rushing forward with concern on her pale face. Her black hair flew behind her as she ran.

She came up to Derek and began stroking his hair, making soothing grumbling sounds deep in her throat. Surprisingly, Derek found it comforting to have her near. He closed his eyes and gave a rumbling sigh. She crooned, "Oh, my cub, what have they done to you?" Absently, Derek noted that she had called him her 'cub'. His eyes flew open and he mouthed hoarsely, "M-mom?"

Looking at her now, it warmed Derek's heart. He had never known her and now she was comforting the baby she never knew. Then he looked deeper. The woman…his mother's husky-blue eyes were bloodshot and darting, never seeming to focus on one spot. She was constantly twitching and every once in a while she would snarl at the air. She was insane.

Professor Stephens watched sadly as realization dawned in Derek's eyes. When Hannah had given birth and had the cubs taken from her, it had driven her over the edge. She constantly cried for her babies, calling for them by name. The first man to try and help her had been torn apart and devoured in less than ten minutes. Since then, Hannah never spoke a word, instead crooning to her stolen cubs. Werewolves never were able to leave their kin. Not without the risk of insanity. The only reason they kept her around was for experiments.

Derek's body began convulsing again and he whimpered loudly, holding back a scream. Stephens backed away nervously. It wasn't smart to get on the she-wolf's bad side. But he wasn't fast enough. Hannah turned to him and snarled, "What have you done to my precious cub? You will pay for taking them away from me!" With that, she lunged for him, Changing midway to a beautiful light grey wolf. Apparently, the wolf inside her wanted to protect Derek just as much as Hannah herself.

Derek, meanwhile, was fighting his own wolf for control. Panting and growling, he managed to stop it just in time to see his mother bite through the professor's throat. Blood sprayed onto his face, his mouth open as he gawked in horror. Hannah quickly tore him apart and began to eat. Derek gagged on the blood, struggling to spit it out as more leaked into his mouth. Students and security came pouring in, the students screaming as their mentor was being eaten alive.

Mitchell and Chelsea ran forward. Chelsea brought a dagger from behind her back and plunged it into Derek's leg. When Hannah smelt her cub's blood, she howled and raced to Chelsea, grabbing her leg and biting through the bone. Screaming, she fell with blood spraying from her bitten arteries. Mitchell ran to her, but he was too late. Chelsea Dag had gone the way of her mother. Well, not quite. The demon immediately took control of her dead body and leapt for Hannah. Mitchell and Derek watched in horror as their only surviving family tore each other to unrecognizable pieces. The demon, having done it's job, went back to wherever it came from. Chelsea fell, stone cold dead and too mutilated to recognize.

Hannah, barely alive, crawled to Derek. That was when he saw true madness in her eyes. She lunged for his throat, but didn't have the strength. Instead, she Changed back and with her dieing breath stated, "I will not leave you again, my baby. You belong to me." With those words echoing in his head, Hannah Souza, man-eater and insane werewolf, died on the floor.

No one will miss her, Derek thought as his consciousness faded. Not even me. Hannah had her time to make it up to Derek. Instead, she proved herself to be obsessed with killing. He could never love someone like that. The screams around him died away. Chelsea stabbing him had made him lose blood he didn't have, not to mention it hurt like a bitch. The scientists didn't even notice when Derek's eyes closed and didn't open them again. The burning pain and fever stayed.

xxX Kit's POV Xxx

Kit didn't sleep well that night. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Sighing, he looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. He felt restless. Kit silently got out of bed and went downstairs. Grabbing the laptop, he clicked the link and watched his son's unnatural sleep anxiously. Five minutes later, Derek's eyes opened and Kit sighed in relief. Derek was recovering. Then he heard the whimpers.

Overcome with worry, Kit watched silently as Derek's attempts to break free caused blood to trickle from his wounded arm. But that alone wouldn't cause this. Kit watched in horror as Derek began convulsing. A doctor ran over and injected him with something. He yelled in anger when his son cried out in pain. He grew silent, mortified at what he'd just done. Kit heard footsteps racing across the second floor. Soon Andrew and Simon were standing at the bottom of the stairs, both still looking half asleep.

He wordlessly gestured to he laptop just as a woman ran in. She was tall and thin as a rail, but you could see she was still in shape. The three watched, stunned, as she sat at Derek's head and crooned. His mother, thought Kit, still in awe of the scene. She's his mother! That brought on a whole new set of thoughts. If she wanted to, she could take Derek away from him. After all, he wasn't a relative and she obviously loved him.

Kit could see Simon having doubts as well. He gave his son a reassuring grin, although it was just as much for himself as it was for Simon.

When he saw anguish cross Derek's face, he got confused. Derek had always wanted to meet his mother. After watching the woman, Hannah, they had called her, for a minute, he saw what Derek had. She twitched constantly and looked around, as though somebody was going to… steal her cubs! That's why Derek never knew her. They stole him. Kit thought in amazement. Anyone who stole werewolf cubs would have to have balls of steel to even think about it.

When Derek convulsed, they watched in awe as she shifted a bit and rubbed his arm. Simon was turning green, while Andrew looked like he wanted to curl up in a hole and die. He rasped, "Watch, Kit, and you'll know why werewolves are never captured. It was a bad idea to keep Derek. You should have killed him when you had the-" He never finished that sentence. Kit stood up and punched him in the face. Repeatedly. Until Simon yelled for them to stop and come watch.

Breathing heavily and still glaring at Andrew, Kit sat beside Simon and watched. He felt nothing but pity when Hannah tore the professor apart and ate him. He nearly broke the laptop when he saw Derek with the blood in his mouth, gagging and spitting. He felt sorrow, though, for the girl and her brother. Kit cared, even though they were torturing his younger son. Even so, Karma's a bitch. For what they've done, no death is painful enough. Kit watched in silent anger as they ignored his son losing blood, instead going for what was left of the bodies. Derek lost consciousness and Kit slammed his fist against the wall, swearing.

Eyes soft, Andrew murmured, "Derek's tasted human blood now, Kit. There's no guarantee he won't end up like his mother, you know that."

Kit spat, "Derek is nothing like his mother, and I won't stop looking for him. Andrew, call one of our insiders. See if they know where Derek's being kept."

Andrew nodded and scurried away. Kit turned to Simon. "Let's talk." He led them to the living room and sat on the chair opposite the couch. After Simon was seated, he began. "You can't help us look for Derek." When Simon started to protest, Kit raised a hand and used a silencing spell. "I won't lose both of my sons. I can't let them do that to you. Derek is stronger than both of us and look what's happening. You are going to stay with Andrew until I get back, and if I hear you've come running after me I'll ground you till the next millennia. Got it?"

When Simon nodded mutely, Kit took off the spell and wrapped his son in a hug. "I promise we'll find him. If I have to, I'll use my last resort, but I'll bring him back. Stay safe, Simon."

With that, Kit got up and walked away. It wasn't until his father left that Simon realized he had never brought up what was on his mind. If Derek was a man-eater, he'd have to die.