Derek awoke early Saturday morning with the sun beginning to peak its face over the mountains. A cool breeze drifted into Jackson's room from outside. Derek could smell the trees from outside and the lingering odor of last night's passion. He felt good, calm, and at peace. He enjoyed the feeling of warmth that spread through his body as Jackson nuzzled his neck while he slept. This was only the beginning, there was some much Derek wanted to do, a future he could see and wanted so badly. But the last time he had dreamed of the future…He was content on just letting Jackson sleep, enjoying the feeling of his pups naked flesh against his own. The sticky patches of skin and the slick sweaty slide of flesh, it was something he hadn't felt in a very long time and something he wanted to get used to.

Derek didn't want this moment to end, but he had promised Jackson a barbeque and he knew Jackson wouldn't want to miss or cancel it. So he slowly shook Jackson's shoulder and waited for him to wake up. It took much longer than he thought, the pup was in a deep sleep. He shook and shook harder but the pup just nuzzled deeper into his neck and let out a few pathetic whines. They were enough to have Derek seriously consider to just let Jackson sleep, Derek never felt so weak, not when it came to those noises Jackson made and the way he would run his emotions straight through his link with Derek.

The link was new, it came when Jackson decided that he was a member of Derek's pack, the day he had turned his neck in submission and presented it to his Alpha. The link had formed then, and they both had spent hours experimenting, finding out what they could do with it. Mostly it was just a reminder to Jackson that his Alpha would always be there for him, and for Derek it was a way to make sure that his pack members were safe. They could send emotions through them, strong and weak, Jackson was still unable to filter most of his and they would sometimes hit Derek at the weirdest of moments. Derek was able to give pack commands over the link, ones he knew his pup had to do without argument, without choice. Derek didn't like using this power it felt…wrong. But he knew it was necessary to keep order in his pack. For now, the link was something intimate that he and Jackson shared something he wasn't sure he would be allowed to keep between the two of them if his pack got bigger.

He grabbed Jackson's head and lifted it up until he could place a deep kiss on the pups lips. Of course, that was enough to wake Jackson. He woke confused and disoriented. It took Derek a while to get the pup out of his stupor but when he did he could feel the maelstrom of emotions running through Jackson's head. Derek stopped them by placing another chase kiss on Jackson's lips and sending him to the shower.

Jackson sheepishly got off the bed, he was super aware of his own nudity but didn't want to embarrass himself like last time, he just got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He closed the door and rested against it for a few seconds to just get a handle on his emotions. He took a deep breath and turned the shower on, he climbed under the spray and allowed the shower to clean away all the stickiness on his body, let the water wake him up from the deepest sleep he had ever woken from. He noticed that all his aches and pains from the night before were completely gone, Derek's brand of…healing…had taken care of that. Jackson wasn't sure what to think, he and Derek had grown closer and closer ever since he had turned but now, now he wasn't sure where they stood, he wasn't sure what Derek expected of him, where they dating? Was this some weird werewolf ritual he didn't know about? Did Derek expect him to be his pack bitch or just some fuck buddy? Jackson didn't know and it scared him, he didn't want to lose what he and Derek had over some night of…well he didn't want to lose Derek.

Derek watched Jackson from the doorway, could feel his confused and scared emotions flowing through their link. He didn't know what to do, he needed to make a move but he wasn't sure what he wanted. He liked Jackson, he wanted him as a member of his pack. He also found the boy attractive, extremely so. But he wasn't sure if he lo-…he was afraid of that word. The last time he had ever cared for someone, for anything really, well those things burned up with everything that ever mattered to him and it took him years to pull himself back together again. Derek would die if it happened again, he was sure of it. But Jackson needed him to be strong, needed him to be there for him like no one ever had. Derek just pulled the shower door open, climbed in, and wrapped his arms around his pup who froze up at the Alphas touch.

Jackson jumped when he felt Derek grab him from behind, he tried to cover himself with his hands but Derek grabbed them and wrapped his arms around Jackson's body. Derek wrapped Jackson in a full body hug, he rested his head on the pups shoulder and felt the litany of emotions shot through their link. He nuzzled the pup's neck and felt him shiver, felt how tense he was, but Derek just wanted this, just wanted to feel his pups body pressed against his own.

"D-Derek…what are we doing? I mean…does this…mean something. Or is it just…if it doesn't….then I don't want to do it anymore." Jackson felt incredibly exposed. He didn't know what Derek wanted.

Derek didn't answer, he just nuzzled Jackson's neck again, enjoyed the shiver Jackson wasn't able to stop. Derek picked up a bar of soap and began to clean his pups body starting with his chest and slowly made his way down. He cleaned around the ribs and then pulled away to wash the pups back, washed up and around the shoulders. Derek washed Jackson's muscled arms, and then back to his shoulders and down the back to wash the pups round firm ass. He returned to Jackson's chest and slid his hands down the smooth muscled torso until he could grasp his pup's manhood.

Jackson grabbed Derek's hands and pulled them away, he didn't want to do this again, he didn't want to let his want overcome him like it had last night. He was afraid that Derek would use him and leave him. It happened to Danny, and Jackson didn't want it to happen to him, least of all from Derek.

"Jackson," Derek knew he had to do it, no matter how much it terrified him, "I want…,"Derek laughed, he couldn't remember the last time he felt awkward asking someone out, "well I want you to be more than just my pack member, my beta, I have for a while. I want you to be my boyfriend…I know I went about this kind of…backwards. I just don't…I don't know any other way…last time I did this…" Derek had to stop. He turned to go but Jackson stopped him.

"Hey, wait…," instead of speaking Jackson took the soap from Derek and returned the favor.

Stiles drove over to Scott's, from there they went on to pick up Allison, and last they got Lydia. Together they all drove to Derek's house. Everyone was excited and weirdly happy. It seemed like all the bullshit that had filled their lives had finally just faded away and now they could enjoy their teenage lives, even if those lives were a bit weird around the full moon. Stiles pulled his Jeep in next to Derek's Camaro. They knocked on the front door but no one answered Stiles pressed his face against the front window but didn't see any movement, though some lights were on.

"Dude every time you do that I have to hose your face impression off the glass," Jackson called from the bottom of the stairs. Stiles stepped back sheepishly and clearly saw the oily impression his face left on the glass. He used his sleeve to wipe it off but it just smeared around. He looked back at Jackson who was just smiling, the group on the other hand looked completely embarrassed by Stiles.

"Sorry..."

"It's okay, I'll clean it later, anyway Derek's in the back starting the grill so you guys can just come around." Jackson walked away and the group followed. Lydia noticed that Jackson wasn't wearing his clothes, those were definitely Derek's. She could also smell Derek so strongly on Jackson she would have thought that it was Derek with her eyes closed. She wondered how much time a person had to spend with another to rub off their scents like that. She discreetly sniffed Allison as they walked to the back, Scott was definitely there, strongly, but Allison still smelled like Allison. Derek's scent completely over powered Jackson's own, Lydia tried to remember what Jackson smelled like to her but couldn't, she had thought that maybe she could pick it up on the breeze but all she could smell was Derek.

Stiles rounded the corner and was shocked to see the way Derek's back yard had been transformed. The back yard had been decorated with paper lanterns that hung from ropes strung from the trees surrounding the house and each one had a candle burning slowly inside it. Derek must have gone out to buy more picnic tables and placed them in the back yard, someone had set the tables with apothecary jars of different sizes with candles inside, they were lit and cast a pleasant yellow glow onto the tables. There was one table on the deck and three out on the back lawn. One of the tables in the backyard, the one in between the other two, was placed with a set of plain white dishes and clear tall glasses. Derek was on the deck with the large grill, he was in the process of lighting the charcoal fire. The other tables had different foods already on them like salads, mashed potatoes, different desserts and pastries, and different stuff to drink like lemonade and iced tea. The place looked incredibly. Stiles walked onto the porch with Scott and looked at the massive pile of meat resting next to Derek.

"Wow Derek I didn't think you had it in you but you totally Martha Stewarted your house up, it looks amazing,"

"Actually I just moved the tables Jackson did everything else," Scott and Stiles turned to watch Jackson as he offered Allison and Lydia some food off of one of the tables. Neither of them had thought of Jackson as the domestic type, though maybe it made sense in some strange way. Not having a real home he probably knew exactly what he wanted when he did get one. Stiles noticed…

"HOLY SHIT! Dude, what happened to your face!" Jackson had no idea what Stiles was talking about and absent mindedly reached up and touched his face.

Lydia laughed, she hadn't noticed until Stiles mentioned it, "I think he means what happened to your bruises. When we were at your house last night you seemed…well pretty beat up."

"Derek fixed me up," Jackson was a little embarrassed to say so but hoped no one else noticed. He did catch Derek's huff of laughter but just ignored it and went back to handing out plates with food.

Once the coals had caught Derek began to grill the steaks and soon everyone was seated at the picnic table eating. The food was delicious and apparently most had been cooked by Jackson or at least bought by Jackson. Derek was embarrassed to disclose this information but it was true, Jackson had spent hours in the kitchen of the Hale house getting everything ready for the evening's barbeque and what he couldn't make in time he went out and bought.

"So you and Derek have been spending a lot of time together huh," Lydia broke into the conversation Scott and Stiles were having. Everyone was confused and slowly turned to Jackson who was busy looking down into his lap. Derek was sitting next to him and nudged Jackson in the ribs.

"What…" Jackson looked up from the book he had hidden in this lap.

"You and Derek," Lydia pointed at each of them, "have been spending a lot of time together. What have you guys been doing?"

"Derek's been teaching me to control the wolf. We train and hang out…"

"Hang out huh…what do you guys do normally do,"

"I don't know…We watch TV…we exercise…we run in the woods…"

"So why did Derek go out of his way to train you? I mean I'm not jealous or anything but me and Scott could use some of that training,"

"I tried," Derek interrupted through gritted teeth, annoyed, before Jackson could think of something to say, "neither of you two would even consider the offer, you two thought you could do it alone, Jackson actually wanted my help."

"Well…we tried to do it alone and its not working…So I guess its time you finally trained us…" Lydia knew that she and Scott were out of their depth, she knew that some how Jackson had better control of himself than the two of them and that kind of pissed her off.

Jackson knew that this would happen eventually, he knew Derek would want to make his pack bigger. But he thought he would at least get to enjoy the new part of their relationship a bit more, just the two of them in their home. Now there would always be someone at the house, now he wouldn't get the alone time he wanted, he wouldn't get to run in the woods with just him and Derek and enjoy the nights rolling around on the forest floor, wrestling, biting, playing, as they hunted for food.

"Hey pup," Derek placed his hand on Jackson's head shocking the boy out of his thoughts and sunk his fingers deep into Jackson's hair down to the scalp, "Go up to my room and in the nightstand on the right of the bed, in the drawer, there's a book, bring it down." Jackson took a few seconds to enjoy the feel of Derek's hand as it massaged his head before getting up and heading into the house.

Stiles was conflicted, he knew that Jackson and Derek had something between them, just like he and Jackson did…had. Ever since Jackson turned, he and Derek were close, physically and emotionally, but it seemed different now, and Stiles wasn't sure how to feel about that. It was all the small things he noticed, the stolen glances, the touching, the fact that Derek didn't scowl once since they had arrived and instead had a small happy smile that spoke volumes. He thought he could be happy for Jackson but he wasn't that mature…he was jealous and angry. He felt betrayed and the worst part about the whole situation was that he had caused it. If he had just man-ed the fuck up none of it would have happened, Jackson and he could have been happy…Instead Stiles would settle for being his friend…

Jackson walked into Derek's bedroom and crossed the space to the nightstand, he pulled it open and found two books. One was a plain sketchbook the other was a leather bound journal. He pulled out the sketchbook and was shocked to find that it was his. He hadn't drawn since he had turned and never noticed that this sketchbook was missing. Derek must have found it and kept it…

Jackson had never shown his drawings to anyone other than his mother who encouraged this creative aspect of his life. Jackson had wanted so badly to please his parents, mother and father, but only his mother seemed to have any affection for him. She would read to him as a child and finger paint with him, tuck him in at night, and tell him how special he was, how happy he made her. But his father was never happy with what he did, if he got good grades his father would question his athletic abilities. If he was good at sports his father would wonder why his grades had dropped. So Jackson quickly learned to be perfect, as perfect as was humanly possible. But no one could be perfect all the time, and whenever he would fall short his father was there to discipline him. His mother had tried to stop it but his father just turned his rage onto her. It only happened once, but Jackson swore it would never happen again, he had to protect his mother because she loved him, and he cherished her for it. So he hid it, so well in fact his mother believed it had stopped happening and took jobs that sent her out of the state…his father would exploit those days to their fullest…

But Derek had found his sketch book and looked through it and had kept it hidden next to his bed…Jackson was overwhelmed. Maybe he didn't give Derek enough credit…but he could still remember before, when Derek hated him, and it scared him. But Jackson wanted nothing else but to belong and Derek made him feel as if he did. The entire group made him feel as if he did and maybe just maybe they could be the family he so desperately wanted but was too scared to wish for. Jackson put the sketchbook back and grabbed the journal and headed downstairs.

The journal was a Hale family heirloom, one of the few to survive the fire, with detailed notes on their families pack learning, passed down from Alpha to Alpha. The only problem was the damn thing was coded. Derek was too young and couldn't remember his parents ever teaching him about the book or the code, only people who would become Alphas were taught about the code and the book, Derek was never in line for that... But with it, Derek planned on forming the best pack he could and make his parents proud…he just had to crack the code first.

He promised Scott and Lydia to start their training tomorrow at noon. Jackson wasn't happy about it, but tried hard not to show it, mostly he succeeded.

Rachel worked on Main Street in one of the clothing boutiques. She usually closed the store for the night, refolded piles and organized the sizes on the racks. It was a good job that paid well and wasn't too hard. She was young, in her late twenties, and was walking quickly to her car. She was late for a date with a guy she met online but her heels were killing her and she couldn't walk too fast. She had parked her car at the lot seven blocks away and walked down the deserted streets to her car. It was surprising to see the streets so empty on a Saturday but sometimes it happened when a new movie came out and people rushed to the mall to watch it. She walked past an alley and heard a sound that had her stop in her steps. It was a small quite sob, like a little girl crying. Rachel knew she shouldn't, but if it was a child… She walked slowly into the alley, she pulled her cell phone out of her purse and pointed it in front of her like a flash light, clutched her keys in her hands like a weapon. She could hear the low quite sobs down the alley behind one of the dumpster.

"Hello…Is anybody there…" No one responded so Rachel walked further into the alley, she could hear cars passing behind her on the street and that gave her courage to walk forward and look behind the dumpster. Nothing was there, on the ground was a small baby doll, its voice box had been pulled out and a low baby cry was coming out of its small speaker. She turned to the mouth of the alley and there stood a dark tall figure, impossibly tall. She could hear a low rumble like growl coming from the person standing in front of her. She took one step back, then another. The person in front of her bent over as if to reach for something one the ground, it brought its arms down in front of it and it no longer was a person, it was an animal, standing on all fours. It growled low and deep, Rachel could see its razor sharp fangs glowing in the dark, between these two buildings, separated from the rest of the world. Rachel turned and ran. She ran and turned the corner and straight into a dead end, she turned and there was the creature huge and dark. Rachel took a breath to scream but never released it before her throat was ripped open with sharp fangs, her blood gushed out of her throat and onto the cold floor of the alley. Her rib cage was torn open by long claws and soon her organs spilled out her body and onto the filthy floor. The creature reveled in its prey's pain, enjoyed the way her eyes filled with fear before glossing over with never ending sleep. The creature ate the organs and ripped the heart open enjoying the feeling of blood slipping down its throat quenching its raging thirst. The creature feasted.

Sunday morning the corpse was found, a police investigation was started. Sheriff Stilinski couldn't believe what his town was coming to. This year had been one of the worst he had ever endured, murders like this were seemingly becoming common and the Sheriff was determined to put a stop to them. But days like these, when he found himself in this dark horrifying place, it made him seriously consider retiring, but no one was as good as him, so he would endure. Blood was sprayed across the walls all the way to the ceiling, pieces of flesh were found throughout the place. The coroner had already collected the body, or what was left of it, which sat in a black bag inside an ambulance waiting on the street. He had determined that while most of the body was there the girls organs had been ripped out her chest, they were missing. The coroner said the only time he had seen something like that was when he saw a person who had been mauled by a bear, but California wasn't known for urban bear killings. The Sheriff didn't know what could have happened…but he would find out…he always did.

Across the street in his car Chris Argent watched as the police investigation took place. He had been the one to find the body, he had been tracking….something, he didn't know what, when he came across the girl. He had seen the damage. He would find the thing that killed her and kill it in turn. Chris started his car and drove away, back to his house, he needed to stock up his trunk with traps, guns, and ammo. Chris would make who ever did this pay a thousand times over, it was what he was trained to do.