Authors Note;

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And in answer to your review, which was;

'LOVE THE STORY! I hope this is a derek/OC fanfiction! Anyway, update soon!'

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The loft seemed bare and empty as I entered it; with a sigh I walked further into the loft,

"Derek?" I called into the empty space. For the past week I'd come to this loft and learnt how to control my werewolfiness, as I called it, and all about what it meant to be a werewolf. Today was my last day of training as I liked to think, but Derek continued to tell me that I would never learn everything about being a werewolf and my training would never really be finished.

Of course I just thought it was because I was starting at my new school tomorrow, Beacon Hills High, so I wouldn't have time to train all the time anymore.

I sighed and shrugged off my jacket, throwing my backpack on the ground, I headed for the lounge that rested against a wall close by to the curved, metal staircase.

Collapsing down unto the couch, I sighed and put my feet up on the table in front of me, folding my hands together; I rested them lightly on my stomach and waited for Derek to suddenly appear.

The sound of footsteps soon entered my hearing and I looked at the staircase as Derek walked down them,

"You're early" he muttered, shooting me a glare as he stood at the bottom of the twisted staircase, I stood up and folded my arms over my chest,

"You told me to be here at 2. It's 2. You're late" I replied, returning his glare with a small degree of smugness. His glare hardening, Derek didn't say anything but just walked towards the table that was in front of the large window. I followed him, my glare fading and a smug grin fixating itself on my face. It was rare when I would get the upper hand on Derek and I always enjoyed it, probably more than I should, (Ok. Definitely more than I should).

"Wipe that grin off your face Kayla" He growled without even looking at me. How the hell did he know me so well? With a tiny shrug, I tried hard to keep my expression neutral as Derek began lecturing me about anchors and how they work and what they are. I'd tuned him out long ago, the topic boring me even though I knew that it was incredibly important.

"You're not even listening to me!" Derek exclaimed throwing his hands up in defeat,

"Why do I even bother? It's not like you ever even listen or care!" he shouted. I knew I should back down or something bad would happen. He was an alpha after all. But my damn pride wouldn't allow it. Oh no. I always had to have the last word. No matter what.

"I was paying attention. You were talking about anchors and how that's what keeps us in control when we go all wolf" I replied smugly, using the only bit of the lecture I'd actually listened to, to make it sound like I had listened.

"Oh yeah? Then how come you didn't react when I called you a deaf, spoilt, id—"he started, but I wouldn't let him finish, oh no. No one would ever call me an idiot to my face. Standing up and slamming my hands palm down against the table with a resounded 'CRACK!' I ignored the brief flash of pain it sent rippling along my palms and stared him in the eye.

"You didn't call me that. If you had, you wouldn't still be standing there" I said telling the truth. If he had, he wouldn't be standing there. He'd be on the ground with a very sore face from where I'd punched him.

"That just proves you weren't listening. I really did call you that" He said, a smug expression on his face for some reason. 'Ahhhh shit.' I thought, 'I'm so busted.'

"Come on. You seriously think that you'd be standing there if you had called me that?" I bluffed, hoping that he was to. But then I remembered something interesting I'd been taught. When someone lies, their heartbeat spikes, an easy tell-tale sign. All I had to do was listen to his heartbeat to see if he was telling the truth.

"Of course I do. I'm still standing aren't I?" Derek sneered, his heart not wavering,

"I was paying attention" I lied, praying that he wasn't listening to my heartbeat.

"Your heart beat says something different" he grinned,

'Crap. I'm dead.' I thought.

"Ok. Ok. You caught me. I wasn't paying attention" I admitted, hating the look that plastered itself to his face. I balled my hands into fists, attempting to control the urge to punch that look off his face.

"Why don't you pay attention? This stuff will save your life someday. It'll stop you from killing yourself. Or more importantly, someone else." He said his face softening into an almost peaceful look (well as peaceful of a look that Derek could get anyway).

"I'm sorry ok. But this stuff is boring" I complained,

"I wanna train" I added,

Shooting me a rueful glance he sighed,

"Promise you'll pay attention and then we can train" he gave in. Smiling, I nodded, if sitting through one of his lectures meant I could train, I would. Sitting back down I settled myself in and actually listened as Derek once more returned to his boring lecture on anchors.

I soon began wondering if I would ever have an anchor, but more importantly, who my anchor would be.

Little did I know, the answer would surprise me greatly.