Scott cannot wait to get out of school. He and Alison had made plans to go for a picnic dinner in the forest; Scott knew the perfect cliff face to take her where they could watch the sun setting along the horizon of beacon hills. She would love it. After ten minutes of watching the clock the bell finally goes.

As he turns out the door of his English class, he once again spots Isaac waiting by Erica's locker, but this time, the girl who approaches him could not possibly be Erica. Her hair is down and perfectly curled. She has a thin line of black eyeliner on each of her upper lids, flicking slightly at either side, her skin looks flawless, with barely their skin foundation and just a hint of blush on her cheeks which if you didn't have werewolf sight you would believe was natural. She is dressed in light, grey, skin tight jeans, a loose black vest that hangs slightly lower at the back than at the front, showing off her impressively long legs and also her cleavage. She looks great. Under all the changes you really can see that it's her, but it's just such a difference.

Scott's gaze shifts slightly from the new and improved Erica to the hall way around them, he is not the only person who had literally stopped to stare; the girls at Isaac who also looked incredible today, with dark blue skinny jeans, an open check shirt with a white tee under a black leather jacket. His hair was sitting messily, a few curls flopping over his forehead. And the guys cannot take their eyes off Erica. Erica reaches into her locker after putting her books away and pulls out a black, fitted leather jacket that just completes her new look, as she and Isaac turns and strut along the corridor completely oblivious to the stares they are receiving, Scott's phone buzzes, pack meeting tonight. 6 o'clock sharp. Railway. And Scott, I don't care about your plans with Alison, you will be there.

It's quarter to six and Scott is getting worried, Stiles should have been for him by now, and if he is late to the meeting he is fucked. He phones stiles but gets no answer. He's very worried now, Stiles always answers his phone. He waits another ten minutes and then really starts to panic. There is no way Stiles would be this late. He is terrified of Derek. Scott has really begun to work himself in to a panic when stiles pulls up outside his house he beeps the horn madly, and Scott flies out the door looking very unimpressed. Scott can smell Derek on Stiles but doesn't comment. He thought it better not to considering the state Stiles looked.

They get to the abandoned railway station that Stiles had taken to calling the 'den' half an hour late. They walk in through the door expecting to find just Derek, sitting by himself being broody. What they find instead is Derek sitting around a circular table, two people across from him with their backs to Scott and Stiles. One girl with long curled blond hair, the other a guy with short light brown curls, both wearing black leather jackets.

Scott doesn't even have to look at them to know it is Erica and Isaac. As soon as he is through the door he stops dead. He knows their scents. His face begins to twist into anger, and his body fills with hate towards Derek. How dare he bite anyone? How dare he do this to them? They don't know what they have gotten themselves into. They don't want this. They might have thought they wanted it but they don't, they don't understand how horrible it can be. How dare Derek do this?

Scott's instincts take over and he flies at the table, right into Derek's face, fully wolfed out

'How dare you Derek, how dare you turn two innocent teenagers who were just like me, they don't deserve this, they don't know how difficult this is, they might have thought they wanted it but they don't. How dare you without letting me speak to them, without giving them a true picture of what being a werewolf means, you were born this way Derek you've lived your entire life with it. It's different for me and for them that it was for you!'

Derek's eyes had gone bright red, there was rage pouring off of him as well 'how dare I? I am the alpha of this pack am I not? This is my pack and I do what I please. The bigger the pack the stronger the alpha, or have you learnt nothing in the last months?'

'You are not my alpha. Peter was my alpha, and you killed him, I do not belong to you Derek. I do not accept you as my alpha if you are going to go around spreading this curse onto innocent people, then thank you but no thank you.'

'An omega never survives Scott.'

'Look like I care Derek?' he snaps back in anger.

'Scott...' Its Isaac speaking now, 'Scott, please calm down. Trust me, we wanted this. You told me before that I needed to accept that people cared about me, with a pack, a family, I can have that, is that not what you wanted for me? Please Scott I need the bite, I need the protection or else my dad really would have killed me one day. This is what I need to keep me safe, and you wanted me safe you old me so Scott, you did, please just calm down and trust me.'

Scott can't help but accept, there is something about Isaac, Isaac calms him, makes him feel, well at home. He trusts Isaac. He doesn't know why, he doesn't know if he should but he does, 'okay, okay Isaac. I trust you.'

Isaac's heart honestly skipped a beat, and it doesn't go missed by any of the wolves. They all glance at him in surprise but let it go. Scott sits down beside Isaac and Stiles walks in after parking the car having missed the entire exchange, he glances at Erica and Isaac and just shrugs as if to say, 'to be honest nothing surprises me anymore'. He takes his seat between Scott and Derek, and takes a folder out of his bag. Research. Of course, that why he had smelt of Derek and been late, Scott feels guilty for being angry at him now.

'Derek do you want to start and explain to the pups what this meeting is about or shall I just get going with what I found out?' Stiles receives an angry glare from all three betas for that one.

'Isaac and Erica have been briefed on the situation, but I'm assuming you didn't tell Scott anything on the way over here, you might as well summarise everything that is going on.'

'Well, to begin with, welcome to the Hale pack kids,' he nods at both Erica and Isaac in turn,' it's a shame you've been thrown straight into a crisis. But never mind. A kanima is on the loose in beacon hills, a kanima is an rare form of shape shifter, it is someone who has been bitten, and should have turned into a werewolf, but doesn't, gets almost stuck as a type of reptile, until an emotional barrier of some kinds can be resolved and said person can become a werewolf. A kanima is a natural submissive, who searches for a master. Kanima's are most commonly known for being used as tools of revenge as they will do anything their master tells them to do, kill whoever their master tell them to. There have been victims yet, but Derek has cornered it once or twice while tracking its sent. At the moment we have two prime suspects, Jackson, and, 'he takes a pause, almost as if it's painful for him to say, 'and Lydia. Both were bitten by alpha's but neither became wolfs. It is almost impossible to kill a kanima, so this leaves us with two options, find the master, which we cannot do until it starts to kill so we can make a connection and see who the revenge is being take out on, or we can find the kanima, and sort out whatever fucked up mental/emotional block this person has going on inside.'

The others all stare at him in complete silence. He looks worried, like he has said something wrong. But of course being stiles he doesn't realise they are all staring because they are so impressed.

'Wait. I came to you at half five and asked you to find out as much about Kanima's as possible' he says slowly 'and in about an hour, you have got all important information about them, suspects, and two plans?'

'Eh, yeah?' stiles asks innocently not realising the question was rhetorical, the other are still eyeing stiles in wonder but there attention has snapped back to their alpha, wondering what he will say next.

'Well then, well done Stiles.'

They talk for another hour about the kanima and they try to weigh out the sides as to whether it more likely to be Jackson or Lydia, after an hour it turns into more or less a bitch fest about how much of a jerk Jackson is, and how fucking bitchy Lydia is, with Stiles tiresomely trying to defend her but eventually giving in and joining the bitch fest. By this point Derek had left the table and Scott had followed shortly after, Derek who was still angry at Scott for what he said earlier doesn't appreciate being followed by him.

'What do you want omega?'

'I'm not an omega Derek' Scott whispers 'you're my alpha.'

Derek stares at him for almost a full minute. 'What made you change your mind; you were dead set on tearing my head off when you got here.'

'Isaac.'

'What about him?'

'He makes me feel at home, my wolf likes him, I like him, he smells like home.' Scott sighs clearly confused about what he is feeling. Derek doesn't know how to answer him, he thinks he knows what Scott means but he doesn't know how to explain it.

'He's pack now.'

Scott nods at in understanding, pack means family, family mean home, and home is where your family is. After his conversation with Derek he is confused, less than before but still confused and he wants to leave. When he returns the other three are sitting now talking about chem. and how much Mr. Harris hates Stiles.

'Speaking of chem. Scott, shouldn't we have started working on that project by now?'

'Yea Isaac, we probably should have. How about you come back to mine after practice tomorrow and we can get started?' Scott replies without even thinking, he then nods at stiles then to the door knowing stiles will understand that it is time to leave. He gets out of his chair and without hesitating hugs the other two betas. He walks to the back room to say goodbye to Derek, even though he could have just said it where he was and Derek would have heard he likes to be personal. He and Scott head out the abandoned rail station and drive home in silence. Scott knows something is on stiles mind because he is never silent. Ever.