I'm just pumping these bad boys out! Yay, Chapter Five! Once again, the constant notifications have been overwhelming and you are all so wonderful for supporting this story. Also, I apologise for an editing errors in the last chapter; that's what you get when you're trying to finish it at 1 am after all.

On with the story!

XoxoxoxoX

"Again!" Derek called out from the middle of the clearing as Jackson and Boyd sped toward each other, growling and snapping.

Wednesday had arrived and as promised, Isaac and Erica came to the house to escort Nick and I mid-afternoon, only half an hour since they had all left school for the day. Erica and I had talked quietly amongst ourselves as we jogged towards the house while Nick and Isaac led out front. The house itself looked the same as the station; something out of a horror story, all charred and burnt but this had a more disturbing quality; the cold stench of death ingrained in the wood. By the time we had arrived, everyone else was already present, including Lydia, Stiles and Allison. Derek was in a deep discussion with Peter but paused to throw a look in my direction, a mix of annoyance and something I couldn't quite put my finger on. It lasted a second before he turned his back on me and continued talking with his uncle. The others were much warmer in their welcome, Stiles running up for a hug as had become the standard while the others simply called out a greeting and made small talk, waiting for their Alpha. When I had embraced Stiles I could have sworn I heard a growl emit low and deep from someone's chest, the possessive type, but I couldn't pick where, from whom or why. I had let it go, brushing it off as nothing.

The betas had been sparring for almost two hours now in various pairs but Derek was running them through the same moves over and over. To say it had gotten more than a little dull was an understatement. Allison, who had bought her bow and arrows, had taken to showing Lydia the rudimentary basics of shooting while Stiles was currently engrossed in an X-Men comic. Even Peter had taken to reading an ancient looking book, only looking up occasionally to roll his eyes at his nephew. As for Nick and I, our presence had barely been acknowledged. Derek had not summoned either of us up to demonstrate any moves or give the pack any advice on how to successfully defend themselves and possibly defeat the Alpha pack. Nick was dozing peacefully against the pillars on the porch while I sat with growing impatience and frustration. After what seemed the millionth time that Jackson was sent flying by one of Boyd's hits, Isaac was pinned to the ground by Scott and Erica thrown against a tree by Derek did it all become a little too ridiculous, a culmination of Derek ignoring my existence entirely and silently and sullenly refusing my help.

"Okay seriously? If this is how you intend to beat the Alphas, you're all screwed." I snapped, standing up and walking down the stairs to the clearing.

The silence was almost deafening and as every eye turned on me I started to debate whether I should have opened my mouth at all. Nick was startled out of his slumber and had fallen to the ground in a gap in the rails, Allison stood open mouth as Lydia dropped another arrow, Peter looked up with some genuine interest for the first time in hours and Stiles buried his head deeper in his comic. The other betas stared at me with a mixture of relief, gratitude and terror. Derek; well, Derek –

"Excuse me?" he growled angrily. "As I recall, I'm the Alpha of this pack so how I train them isn't up for argument; especially from you!"

"Then why the fuck am I here?" I exclaimed. "You agreed to let me help your pack to defeat the Alphas and protect yourselves but so far you've ignored me completely and had your betas attack each other with the same damn moves! You're not teaching them anything useful!"

During the course of our heated exchange we had stepped up into each other's person space, almost chest to chest and growling in each other's face. "Is that right?"

"Yeah, that's exactly right! Either let me show them something of value or I'm leaving!"

"Do me a favour and leave!" Derek snarled. His canines were down, eyes red. I felt my own react in kind. With a roar I curled my clawed hand into a fist and swung my arm back, letting it fly with force.

CRUNCH!

The tree that Derek hit fifteen feet away splintered and fell back under the force of the Alpha's body weight and my own hit. I stood with chest heaving, red eyes daring Derek to stand up. Scott, Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Jackson had retreated to the relative safety of the porch. I was more she-wolf than Scarlett in that moment as I glanced over my shoulder and with a cocky smile spoke to them.

"Watch and learn kids, this is how real Alphas fight." I had barely finished my sentence when two arms knocked me clean around my middle, sending my flying to the ground. I felt two ribs break on impact, causing me to howl in pain. I felt the fibres and bones quickly knitting back together, just in time to see Derek standing above me with claws ready to descend, his face completely transformed. I twisted away with seconds to spare, kicking both legs up and hitting Derek square in the chest, sending him flying once more. Upright again I crouched in challenge, growling at Derek's writhing form. He too was soon up on his haunches and ready for more punishment which I was more than happy to give him.

We ran headlong towards each other but before his arms could come around me to trap me there I wrapped an arm around his neck and leapt up onto his back, digging my claws in for stability. He roared and spun to try and throw me off but my hold on him was too great. With a lurched I threw my entire weight down on his back and forced him face first into the ground. I heard the distinct crack of his nose breaking, back flipping off his body and running back a few feet. It had been far too long since I had fought with anyone who was a challenge for me but Derek was making me work for a win and the she-wolf was roaring her approval at this turn of events.

Derek was up on his feet again and charging at me viciously. He wanted to make me work for it, well; I was going to make him work too. Unconsciously, Derek probably appreciated a fight with someone who could keep up, that didn't make it easy for him after teaching and training the betas for God knows how long. Instead of running toward him as he charged down I sent him a smirk before turning and running for the trees.

"What's she doing? Derek's faster than she is, she'll never make it!" I heard Scott breathe out stunned.

"Just watch her, Scott; she's in her element right now." Nick's voice floated back, proud and excited. That only stoked the fire in my soul to really show Derek what I was capable of and show him that he was never to take my assistance for granted ever again. Just as I was about to hit the tree it threw my leg up and with the speed I had gathered, ran partially up the trunk before flipping over mid-air, landing behind Derek before he had a chance to turn again. I laid five punches and kicks to the key pressure points on his torso in quick succession before grasping him by the throat, lifting him slightly off his feet and pushing him up against the tree while he struggled snarling and snapping. But it was over. I had won. I grinned up at him, all fang and vicious triumph as if telling him, showing him physically that he needed me, he needed my help or else he would be in this exact situation when the Alphas eventually come. And they wouldn't let him live. I watched as Derek's face slowly transformed back to its human state, a bitter angry scowl fixed down at me as my own face returned to normal, claws and fangs retracting soon after. I turned to find everyone closer than I had last seen them, ten feet away and so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I turned back to Derek and slowly lowered his body to the ground, removing my hand more gently than I realised, our eyes locking briefly before I walked to the rest of the pack. Despite the she-wolf approving completely about knocking Derek flat, I tried to ignore the tightening in my chest…was a feeling guilty? Did I actually want to apologise? No, no you don't.

"See?" I panted with a ghost of a smile. "This is what I was talking about. It's all well and good to have the basic tactics down but what you saw were two Alphas, wolves from birth, fighting and sparring. But we what you saw was nothing. Derek and I were not fighting to maim or kill."

"Speak for yourself." He muttered behind me. I rolled my eyes.

"The point is, the wolves you will be facing will fight in a similar fashion. They are stronger than you, they have more experience than you and they will know exactly how to take out inexperienced betas. However, the one advantage we have in this is that this pack is unorganised. They are more focused on their primal hunting instincts than thinking strategically. We, however, will be thinking strategically and combining this with our training and pure instinct, we actually stand a chance in pushing them back or getting rid of them for good."

Everyone nodded, all still silent and unsure of how to respond. I turned back around to where Derek still stood, glaring and waves of anger and resentment rolling off him. It made me shiver. "You have anything to add to that Mr Hale?"

Derek's eyes were full of icy fire as he brushed straight past me, past the quiet pack and stomped moodily past the house, wrenching the door of his Camaro open. The engine roared to life and in a squealing of tires, he took off.

"Well," Peter smiled benignly. "That went better than expected. Now, who's hungry? I volunteer Scarlett's kitchen."

XoxoxoxoX

Seven days. Seven days later and Derek refused to be anywhere in my presence, even for a minute. While training continued on an almost daily basis and I kept in frequent contact with the rest of the pack, even having them over for dinner twice, Derek still refused to come near me or talk to me. Any messages, which were rare in the short time, they were relayed through Peter or Nick but never directly to me. Immaturely, whenever I showed up at the house for training, he took one long hard look in my direction and then walked off to his car which he promptly sped out of the area. I ignored the flashes of hurt that squeezed my heart when he left. Because he meant nothing and nothing existed from the very first moment other than animosity and anger.

"Am I the only one here who thinks he's acting like a big were-baby?" I growled out, punching my hand clean through a tree as Derek sped off for the eighth time that week.

Eric just smiled knowingly while gently pulling my out from the wood and brushing away splinters. "Don't worry about him. He's just all mopey because his masculine ego got battered against a few trees. He'll get over it eventually."

I gave her a disbelieving look. "I'm not so sure. He seems like the kind to hold a grudge."

"You have no idea." Allison said muttered, fingering the arrow she had in her hand.

"All men are such babies," Lydia sighed, leaning regally against the now mangled tree. "Any threat to their status as the hunters, the leaders and the rational thinkers, they lose their minds. That's why I used to pretend with Jackson for so long! Part of him hated the thought of his girlfriend being anything more than a pretty face."

"Fucking men," I shook my head wearily. "And we were the subjugated sex for how long?"

"Amen! Preach it sister!" Erica declared, giving me a quick high five.

"Would you all stop gossiping over there?" Jackson said with a sigh, as if dealing with women was just below him. "You can talk about shopping, or periods, or Ryan Gosling or whatever it is later; we have training to get back to."

"Uh, come again?" Lydia asked tone dangerously calm. She walked over to his boyfriend and although she was just a human and he was a big bad wolf, he seemed to have realised his mistake too late.

"Um, what I meant was, I mean…" he stammered quickly but Lydia was already interrupting him.

"No, no Jackson, you were quite clear on what you think about us. You think we're of no use? That we're too irrational to be part of the pack?"

"Well, you are blowing this slightly out of proportion." Boyd mumbled, forgetting the two other female wolves in the pack could hear him perfectly.

"What?!" Erica screeched.

"Well done, buddy, real smooth." Isaac gave him a sarcastic pat on the back. Wisely he, Stiles, and Peter had quickly moved away from the ensuing arguments.

"This is all crazy! Scott, tell the guys to pull their heads in so we can just get on with tonight's training?" Allison asked with a pointed look at her significant other.

"Well, Lydia did kind of start this, so why don't you tell her to back off?" Scott replied, clearly not realising what he had said. Oh, Scott…

"You know what? I've had enough of all of you boys right now! You're no better than Derek just because Scarlett handed his ass to him on a platter! When you grow up a little, you come and see us. Girls, let's go." Lydia preened with dignified anger while stalking off, Allison and Erica in tow. The boys stood and watched, open-mouthed and completely out of their element. I stood there in shock, wondering how the hell it had all escalated so quickly while internally berating Derek for getting this stupid battle of the sexes started to begin with. I wasn't willing to admit that my getting that particular fight started was at fault here just yet.

I looked over to where Peter was watching this with calculated amusement. "So, any idea on what the fuck just happened there?" I asked weakly.

He simply shrugged non-committedly. "Teenagers, what are you going to do?"

XoxoxoxoX

Another seven days. Training had been suspended since the battle of the sexes began. Two weeks since my fight with Derek. To say that things weren't going to plan was an understatement. Lydia, Allison and Erica refused to talk to Scott, Boyd and Jackson so Stiles, Isaac and I were forced to act as intermediaries between parties. It was one such occasion, a Saturday night as I was leaving Deaton's clinic and walking home. A belligerent Lydia was on the other line.

"Look, I'm just saying it's been a week and you all should suck it up and talk to the guys again. Besides, this is hardly an appropriate time to be fighting over petty boy vs. girl notions, especially when there's an Alpha pack waiting God knows where to attack us! We haven't trained in over a week!'

An annoyed huff reached my ears. "Well then why don't you follow your own advice?"

"What?"

"Well, you and Derek haven't spoken to each other in two weeks."

"Yes, but that's because he's being a little bitch about the fact he got his ass kicked by a girl."

"I know. I was there. But you're asking us to speak to the boys again when they started it."

"And there's a point to all of this?" I asked getting impatient.

"My point is that you were the one who started arguing with Derek in the first place! If you hadn't gone she-hulk on him and challenged his authority then none of this would have happened in the first place!"

"Hey, you agreed with me that he was acting like complete fool! Why should I suck it up and apologise to him?"

Lydia sighed wearily. "While I can't claim I've known Derek the longest out of the pack, I do know that he's had a somewhat tenuous grip on leadership, particularly with Scott and Jackson was none too good in taking orders in the beginning either. Now there's another pack, comprising of all Alphas, threatening his home and his pack. And while I completely understand your perspective, you came along out of the blue, another Alpha, and you challenged his authority by firstly embarrassing him with that phone call, showing up in his lair 'uninvited' and then wiping his face all over the woods!"

I stopped in my tracks and thought about it. Of course, on a subconscious level I understood this but being an Alpha and a stubborn woman who would argue the sky was green given the chance, I had been completely unwilling to admit that I may have been at fault in the shenanigans of the last few weeks. In all the petty bickering and fights we had lost sight of what was really at stake here; our lives. I groaned at the thought of my own stubborn stupidity over the last weeks and wanted to hit myself.

"I'll take it by that groan there that you're coming to the sudden epiphany that you and Derek are completely pig-headed and have been acting immaturely."

"And Jackson thought you were an airhead for how long?" I said with a weak chuckle.

A girlish giggle came back at me. "What can I say? I'd make a fabulous actress if I didn't have a Fields Medal to win one day. Think about what I said, Scarlett. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay, talk to you later." I sighed as I ended the call. A few moments later I was approaching my front door. I was exhausted and starving from a busy day of tending to the animals so I was looking forward to nothing more than a decent shower, lots of food and maybe falling asleep in front of the television while watching shitty sitcoms. I turned on the light in my living room, ready to move into the kitchen when I heard a voice behind me.

"So you lecture Lydia on not taking training seriously but can't detect someone in your own house? Smart."

I would deny it until the day I died but I let out a girlish scream and spun around, back pressed to the door. How did I not recognise that scent? That voice? There in the single chair in the corner sat Derek, looking at me with an eyebrow raised. "Did you seriously just scream Ms Keats?"

"Yes I seriously just screamed! What the actual fuck? I mean, do you make it a regular habit of sitting in the dark like that?"

He shrugged nonchalantly and stood up but didn't move any more than that. He just continued to stare at me with a blank expression and intense eyes as my heart beat slowed and my breathing returned to normal, not helped by the fact that a tiny part, miniscule even, felt relieved to see him, smell him. Fuck. I glared half-heartedly at him, hoping he would say something, anything, to end the silence that seemed to descend over the two of us whenever we were alone. I pushed off the door and walked past him into the kitchen, slipping off my jacket.

"Is there something you wanted Mr Hale or did you just come here to scare the living day lights out of me?"

"Not my fault you weren't paying attention."

I growled under my breath. "Look, if you've just come here to snark then just leave. I'd rather not have a repeat of that day in the woods in my home." I turned my back on him for a moment to look for something in the cupboards to make for dinner, or at least pretend to so I didn't have to keep any painful eye contact. I was still ignoring the fact that my chest felt lighter, I didn't feel as restless now he was within a few feet of me. Ignore a problem long enough and it will go away.

"I'm sorry."

"What, wait?" I turned around slowly to look at Derek in shock. Surely I had heard wrong.

"I said, I'm sorry." He repeated softly, head down. His heart was beating slightly faster than it normally did. Clearly he was out of his comfort zone here. And so was I. Derek Hale, apologising to me? What the hell?

"Um, what exactly are you apologising for?" I asked perplexed.

"For being standoffish after I agreed to let you and your brother train my pack. I ignored that fact from the outset; I insulted you and your abilities. And for that, I'm sorry."

All tension in my body left and I moved closer to Derek, taking a seat next to him on one of the bar stools. His head was still down but I saw his nostrils flare. I glanced at him, taking him the taut line of his shoulders underneath his long sleeved shirt, hands grasped tightly together in his lap, head hung. Even in profile I could still see that semi-scowl on his face. An apology from Derek should not have made my heart flutter just a little but I think I realised how hard this had to be for him. This was probably as close to submission as Derek would ever get with another Alpha, particularly a female.

Without even thinking one of my hands shot out and took both of his, pulling them away from his lap. I didn't look up, afraid of his reaction but I could definitely feel his eyes on my head as I took each finger and loosened them from the fists they had formed, soothing each with a whisper of my own fingers on his skin. The digits slowly relaxed in my hand and I mustered the courage to look up under my lashes. His face showed the same surprise I felt, eyes wide. It shouldn't have felt this comfortable, so domestic to have done something like that; but it did, and it terrified me. When his gaze became too much once again, I let go of his hands and turned to face the kitchen again, my head now hanging towards the counter.

Silence. God, I hate the silence.

"I suppose I should apologise too." I murmured and I heard his own surprised intake of breath. I was taking a hit to my pride and admitting for the first time in a long time that I was wrong to someone that wasn't Nick. "For acting immaturely when you called Stiles that night and for challenging you that day in the woods. You were right; it's your pack and it's your decision on what to teach them and when. I had no right to call you out on that. So, for all of that, I'm truly sorry."

And I meant it. I actually meant it. I almost jumped a mile in the air when a large and calloused hand reached out to touch the top of my hand resting on it. I turned to Derek, who was also turned to face me.

"Apology accepted." He said. And he meant it too.

I smiled softly at him, giving his hand a quick squeeze. "You too." His eyes seemed to darken a little, darting between my eyes and lips. And it's time to let go again, Scarlett. Remember your promise.

More reluctantly than I would ever admit to anyone, I let go of his hand and moved off the stool and back around the counter again. "So, since we're on civil terms now I suppose we can resume training?" I asked lightly.

Derek's face had resumed its neutral expression while the scowl looked a lot softer, non-existent almost. He nodded. "Yes, we've lost enough time in the last two weeks. Would tomorrow be okay for you and your brother?"

"Should be fine, provided Nick isn't working the graveyard shift at the hospital. I should probably text the girls too; let them know all this fighting is over and we can get back to business again."

"For now." He muttered under his breath as I turned to the pantry. I let out a quiet laugh.

"Yeah, for now. Hey, I'm just about to make something to eat, so, um, would you like to stay for dinner?" I said over my shoulder while pulling out the ingredients for spaghetti and meatballs.

Would you like to stay forever?

Don't even get me started on you!

"Uh, sure. If that's okay by you." Derek said, a little awkwardly.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't think it was okay, Mr Hale."

"Derek."

"What?"

"Please, call me Derek. Since we're on good terms,"

"For now." I muttered playfully.

There was a ghost of a smile on his face, changing it completely. Oh my… "For now. Shouldn't we be a little less formal with one another?"

"I agree, but you have to stop calling me Ms Keats, okay?"

"Consider it done, Scarlett."

Oh, that name sounds far too good coming out of your mouth, sir.

Really? Now? Shut up!

"Thank you, Derek." I smiled at him, turning back to the food preparation. I worked for about ten minutes, Derek watching me with mild interest before I heard him speak again.

"Do you need any help with anything?" he asked and again I was shocked at this different side of Derek. It was almost too impossible to believe he existed after all that had transpired.

"Uh, sure. You can start cooking the meatballs in the pan, if you'd like."

"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure." He said, rolling up his sleeves a little. "You want anything to drink out of the fridge?"

"Sure, there's some beer in there if you want. I'll take one while you're there."

"The lady drinks?" he remarked, handing me one while taking one for himself.

"You have no idea." I smirked and turned back to preparing the sauce.

Whether it was the newly relaxed atmosphere or the small amount of alcohol now in our systems, we began talking. It wasn't anything life changing or deeply philosophical; I wasn't sure Derek was truly capable of that type of conversations. It was more small talk than anything else, about the pack, about the town and about each other. Nothing deeply personal was bought up between us, for which I was grateful. That was a talk I didn't think I'd ever be ready for. But it was pleasant, it was nice. When Derek wasn't so focused on being the stoic Alpha, the tough guy, the leader of the young pack, he was actually kind of funny. He could let loose away from the responsibilities of the Alpha for a few moments and remember what it's like to be human. I felt a fierce pride that more than once during the course of the preparation and actually eating dinner I made him crack a smile. Not laugh outright, but smile. He should do it more often; but it made me sad to think that something in his life had caused him to lose his ability to feel, to just smile and let go. But I suppose that would be another conversation for another day, with a lot more alcohol involved.

"Well, thank you for dinner but I should probably get going. Peter and Isaac will be waiting for me at the station." Derek said, moving off the stool and grabbing his discarded jacket from the living room.

"My pleasure," I said, raising an eyebrow as he made his way to the backdoor rather than the front. "Of course, the front door is too main-stream."

Derek rolled his eyes, small smile on his lips. "Well, it's not my fault that you left your bedroom window open."

I sighed, leaning against the door as he walked out. "We're going to have to have a discussion about boundaries at some point, Derek."

"Next time, I'll call in advance."

"And not sit in the dark like a serial killer."

"And not sit in the dark like a serial killer." He repeated solemnly. We stood starring at each other for a few skips of a heartbeat, either unsure of how to finish the conversation or something deeper. I hoped it was the first.

Remember your promise, Scarlett, you can't let that happen. Not now. Not ever.

…Not yet?

"So I'll see you tomorrow? At the house?" Derek asked cautiously, like he was afraid I would say no.

I smiled. "Of course, I'll see you tomorrow Derek."

"Good." Was all he said, but still he didn't move. In fact, it seemed like he had inched closer to me, inches separating us. His eyes had darkened once again, darting between my lips and my eyes. I stood up straighter and despite my conscious telling me to back away I felt myself leaning forward, looking at those lips, slightly parted. Up closer his scent was so strong I could hardly stand it.

When had his hands grasped my arms? When was my chest against his, hand resting over his heart that was beating like crazy? When did our noses get closer enough to be touching? Oh god, is this really happening?!

My eyes had fluttered shut God knows when and our lips were just a breath apart. They brushed together, feather soft and I whimpered into his mouth, wanting more but so afraid to take it.

"Scarlett," he breathed. My name had never sounded so reverent before but God damn, I wanted to hear it like that every day.

Yes! Yes! This it is!

There was a faint click, sounding a million miles away and then Nick's voice was filling my head.

"Honey, I'm home! Something smells good, by the way. Hey, is Derek here?"

Derek and I jumped apart like lightening had struck between us. The moment was gone and apparently so was the Derek I had come to know over the last few hours. The scowl was back, eyes hard, lips in a firm line.

"Be at the house by 4. I'll see you tomorrow, Scarlett."

"Yeah," I replied weakly, confused. "Yeah, see you tomorrow. Good night Derek."

Derek only nodded in response and then turned and began to run into the woods until all I could hear was his feet and heart, still beating a mile a minute. I stood and stared after him until I could barely hear him anymore. I sighed and leant against the door frame, head in hands.

What in the fuck just happened?! Was I just about to kiss Derek? No, no, this cannot happen. You're here to help the pack, not to mac on the Alpha.

No, you're here to do sooo much more with the Alpha…

Again, your opinion is not wanted here!

"Hey, you okay Scarlett?" Nick asked worriedly. "Did you and Derek have another fight again? The house is still standing, so…"

I sighed and looked up at my brother, giving him a tired smile. "No, we actually agreed to play nice with one another, for the sake of the pack and beating the Alphas."

"That's wonderful!" Nick beamed, giving me a pat on the back. "Very proud of you, taking a hit to your ego I'll bet?" I nodded. "Well, regardless, I'm glad we can get back to business and stop goofing off. Hey, is there any more of that pasta left?"

"Sure, help yourself. I've gotta go call the girls and let them know the 'war' is over."

"Okay, I'll be in the living room soon." I nodded at him, closed the back door and went to sit in the living room, sending a quick text to Lydia, Allison and Erica telling them that training was once again on and that they had could end the boys' misery once and for all. I leant back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling with my mind absolutely reeling. If I had thought having Derek mad at me was stressful and, admittedly, painful then having him so close, so intimate, only to pull away and act like nothing had happened hurt like hell. I couldn't explain it really; it felt like tiny hunter's arrows piercing my chest and I was sorely tempted to punch in his number (sneakily supplied by Peter) and ask him to come back to relieve this feeling, this torture…

But I knew I couldn't. There was no mate; there was no relationship, there wasn't anything. This was my choice in life; to keep to myself and spare anyone who came into my world the despair that I would inevitably bring them…trouble had a habit of following wolves around, particularly this one. I just needed to follow by Derek's example and just act like it never happened, regardless of the pain in my chest or the fuzzy feel in my head. My life and the lives of everyone in the pack were far greater than anything else at this point and I needed to keep that in focus. Besides, no one falls in love at first sight and what happened tonight wasn't love, it was alcohol and possibly some loneliness mixed with the frustration of the last weeks gone by.

Fairy tales don't exist. Mates don't exist. And the future that my she-wolf was pining for with a certain Alpha didn't exist…that's what the dreams were for.

XoxoxoxoX

Okay, so I ended it a little angsty but what did you expect? I'm not writing one of those stories where the main characters declare their love for one another five hours after meeting. Love comes with work, not with minutes ;)

As always, thank you so much for the kind words and support. Review responsibly my minions. Love Lithium xxoo