Sunday morning Derek untangled himself from Jackson's prone form and got up early to cook a big breakfast. He could hear Jackson upstairs taking a shower and decided to join his pup. After, they came down and ate in preparation for the days training. Derek had tried remembering all that his parents had taught him but he remembered that most of it came naturally, the rest was experience. But he had three bitten to train, one his, the others his uncle's, and it was all new and unnatural to them. He got lucky with Jackson, he was a natural and truly loved the wolf and all the changes it brought. But Scott and Lydia rejected every little change the bite had brought. Scott accepted the physical upgrade the change had brought, accepted the speed and strength, and used it to his advantage at school but everything else the change brought Scott wanted to ignore or just completely reject. Lydia didn't seem to enjoy any of the changes the bite had caused and resented having it completely. But now they wanted to learn and Derek had to teach them.

He knew Jackson wasn't happy about that, about sharing Derek with the other two wolves. In a strange way it made Derek happy to have his pup be so possessive but he knew it would only cause problems later. He would just have to set aside a few hours to spend with Jackson, just the two of them, human time and wolf time. But his biggest problem was that Scott and Lydia needed his help a lot more than Jackson did and he would have to spend the nights with them teaching them to hunt, to stalk, and how to kill with one hit and every single little thing they should have already learned if they hadn't been so busy trying to deny their helplessness. He also had to deal with the fact that neither of them had turned completely. They only ever took that half form, basically human with a little wolf, they have never gone full wolf. Jackson had on his first full moon, Derek would have to suppress his natural urges, would have to remain human for a while…Jackson wouldn't like that either.

Derek watched Jackson from the back deck as he took down all his decorations and returned the backyard to its normal state. He crossed the space between him and his pup and grabbed him from behind, wrestled him down onto the ground and then kissed him deeply, took Jackson's breath away, and finally bite him on the neck, right underneath the ear, drew blood and lapped at the wound with his tongue as Jackson lay still beneath him trying hard not to voice his arousal, futile since Derek could smell it wafting off of him. Derek wanted the other two wolves to know their place in his pack. Jackson came first, would always come first. He rubbed his face across his pups neck, nuzzled the space, he drew his beard across his pups face, covered him with his scent as he took in Jackson's amazing smell of fresh cut grass and iron blood mixed with the leather interior of his car, smelled his strong pungent lust and tried hard to control himself. He succeeded…mostly. Jackson's shirt was torn to shreds though. Bite marks mapped down from his neck down to his lower abs, right where his jeans started and stopped there much to Jackson's disappointment and relief.

Later that evening Stiles' Jeep pulled up the driveway and the entire group piled out, Derek had hoped it would just be the two wolves but he would just have to deal with having an audience. He waited for the group on the front porch and led them to the backyard. Scott and Lydia stood in front of Derek feeling awkward, they had both put this off for as long as they thought was safe, the full moon was a week and a half away and they needed to make sure they didn't harm anyone.

"All right I guess we should just jump in," Derek looked at the wolves and was glad to note that they dressed comfortably. "The first lesson is always learning to control your animal rage, Scott you have more practice doing this so I'm going to pair you with Jackson, Lydia your with me. Jackson I just need you to make him angry and then let him deal with the rest." Derek led Lydia out into the woods deep enough that Jackson could no longer see them.

Jackson turned to Scott who was standing next to Stiles and Allison. The three just stared back at him, no one knew what to do. Jackson knew how to make Scott angry, it was a specialty of his, but he wasn't sure he wanted to do that now. No Jackson wanted to be with Derek. He turned back to the forest and tried to look past the closely clumped trees for a sight of his Alpha but couldn't catch even a glimpse. Without warning Jackson turned, lunged and grabbed Allison, threw her over his shoulder and ran into the woods. Scott freaked, he watched Jackson plunge into the dense forest and heard Allison scream. Scott saw red.

Two hours later Scott walked back into Derek's backyard completely disoriented. He remembered coming over to Derek's….and then nothing. He walked to the back deck, Allison and Stiles were sitting at the picnic table eating snacks that Jackson made for them. Jackson was seated next to them reading one of his damn books. Allison saw him and began to laugh hysterically as Stiles joined her. Jackson just had a smug look on his face when Scott remembered what had happened. He couldn't believe it, he completely lost control, he was supposed to be the one of the two with the best control and he completely let the wolf take over. The worst part was knowing that Jackson was able to easily lose him in the woods and he did it without even turning…the asshole. Allison was still laughing…he was completely embarrassed. He walked onto the deck and plopped down in a seat next to Stiles and slammed his head against the wood of the table.

Lydia and Derek walked back out of the woods later. Their clothes were torn and Derek had scratches all across his face. Lydia looked wrecked, her hair was a tangled mess and her clothes were ripped and falling open in places. Lydia plopped next to Scott and slammed her head down onto the table.

Jackson gritted his teeth, he didn't want the group to know how angry seeing Derek marked up had made him. The only person with the right to do that to Derek was him. He was able to push his jealous away for the rest of the training session while Derek trained Scott and Lydia with hand to hand combat. Jackson didn't join them, instead he sat on the deck with Stiles and Allison and watched as the other wolves futilely attempted to lay a single blow on Derek. They never did.

Derek was annoyed by how slow their progress was, he thought they had better control over themselves than this and was disappointed at every turn to find out how little they actually did. Neither had the penchant for self defense Jackson had, so Derek's training in that went slower than he was comfortable with. But the worst part of the whole thing was being able to see Jackson and not knowing what he was feeling. Some time after he and Lydia arrived back from the woods he felt a steel wall fall between their link and was unable to sense Jackson at all. He hated it and didn't know why Jackson did it, though he could guess.

Finally Derek had the two wolves turn different parts of their body. Scott was good at this, Lydia could barely manage it. Jackson just watched from the side lines. It was growing dark and he was getting more and more frustrated, he wanted his Alpha back just for himself and felt like the worst person for wanting it. He hated it, the way Derek would place close attention to Scott and praise him for being able to do something Jackson was able to do day one. Hated the way Derek would touch Lydia to encourage her wolf to rise to the surface and how close he would get to her, crowd his body close to hers, to keep her from going out of control. He hated feeling like his old self, the selfish rich brat, because yes he was being selfish and he was being a brat, but Derek was his. Why did Derek get to stake his claim clearly on his neck when Jackson didn't get to do the same.

Stiles watched everything with close fascination and interest, he had wondered what kind of training Derek was going to put the two through. This was a lot more normal than he had expected but still pretty amazing. He could see Derek getting annoyed though and hoped they would end their training before Derek blew a gasket. He looked at Jackson, saw the bright red bite mark on his neck, and could tell he was tense.

"Hey Jackson…you okay?"

"I…yea…I'm alright, just kind of…bored,"

"Want to go inside and watch some TV, there's a marathon of those nineties X-Men cartoons…"

"Yea, that actually sounds kind of cool. I used to love that cartoon,"

"I thought you didn't like comics," Stiles teased.

"I didn't but stupid Danny's got me into them again, also the cartoon doesn't count."

They both walked inside and sat on the coach and turned the television on. Jackson got them cokes from the fridge and they both settled down on the sofa side by side. Allison joined them later and all three squeezed into the same sofa facing the television.

The wolves decided to end their session when they noticed that the others had gone inside. The sun had set and the inside of the house was dark except for the blue glow from the television. On the sofa all three, Stiles, Allison, and Jackson, had fallen asleep. Allison had lain down across the two boys, slept on their laps, while Stiles tucked his head into Jackson shoulder. Derek took the view in and the spike of completely furious jealousy almost had him tossing Stiles through the front window where the boys greasy face print was still clearly seen. Did the boy not see his mark, his bite, did he think it was joke, was he challenging the Alpha? Derek pushed these thoughts aside and calmed himself by walking into the living room and waking the three up. Allison got off the boys and head to Scott who was still with Lydia in the kitchen. Stiles stretched his limbs out before getting off the couch and walking into the kitchen as well. Jackson got up and walked past Derek, didn't even acknowledge him and walked into the kitchen. Derek didn't know what he had done…

The wolves left not much later, Jackson with them, he said he wanted to check on his house, make sure no one had broken in or anything, it was an excuse and Derek knew it. Jackson didn't even kiss him goodnight, he just walked out and into Stiles' Jeep. Derek was angry, confused, and sad. He still had no idea what he had done…

Deep underground inside Beacon Hills' utility corridors, a city maintenance worker was walking down a low lit hall. The entrances to these corridors could be found throughout the city and led to the town's sewers and electrical pipes. They ran deep down and stretched for miles, from one end of the town to the other. The worker had entered somewhere in the center of town but still had to walk a few miles to reach the problem, it was spaced away from any convenient entrance. The worker had shown up late to work and because his partner never showed up he was forced to go down to check what was wrong. He slowly made his way down the endless and identical halls, he situated himself using the numbers on the walls along with a map on his smartphone. Finally, he made his way to were the computer had found a problem, though it didn't say what, hence, the human intervention.

As the worker rounded the corner he noticed that down the hallway steam filled the small space, one of the steam pipes must have burst. He walked into the warm cloud and tried to find the leak. He couldn't, he just walked deeper into the cloud until he slipped on something slick. He tried to stand but his hands slipped on something that covered the ground. He slid around until he was finally able to grab onto one of the pipes and pull himself up. He walked further down the corridor until he was out of the cloud and could finally see in front of himself again. He wiped his hands on his pants but they were dirty as well, in the light he could see the warm slick blood that covered his pants and hands. He turned back to the cloud and could see his own red foot prints. He didn't know, it wasn't, except…

The worker turned and walked away as fast as possible. He rounded one corner and then another until he was dizzy and disoriented. He was lost and reached for his phone, it was gone, he dropped it when he slipped on the…He ran, he was lost, he was covered in blood, and now he had to get out. The walls were closing in on him, the hallways twisted as he ran through them and soon he lost his equilibrium and fell hard, he slammed his head into one of the pipes before he landed on the cement floor. He lay there breathing, trying hard to push down the nausea that came with his head wound. Deep within the bowels the worker heard a growl, then a roar. He climbed to his feet and ran, and ran, and ran, until he was out of breath, until he had no clue where he was and before he had time to truly freak out, something rammed into his back. He fell hard, felt his brain rattle in its confines and felt his flesh as it was ripped open. The creature caught the workers head in its jaws and squeezed until the man's skull cracked open and his brains spilled out into its jaws and his eyeballs fell out of their sockets. The creature feasted on his latest kill and wondered why anyone would dare enter its lair.

Derek waited till nightfall before making his way to Jackson's house. The lights were on and he could see his pup as he dusted and scrubbed every surface in the living room and kitchen until they were shinning and disinfected. At eleven Jackson made his way into his room checked his email, checked his homework for tomorrow, and then got into bed. Derek took this moment to jump onto the roof and through Jackson's window. Jackson jumped as Derek thudded into his room and then felt Derek's hand as it circled his neck and squeezed hard, he was pushed back down into his bed. Derek's knee was pressed against his thigh, it hurt, and Derek loomed over him with a deep scowl on his face. Jackson tried to push Derek off but Derek just squeezed his neck harder and dug his knee deeper into his thigh. Jackson struggled, weakly at first, but then harder and harder until his heart was beating fast, sweat broke out onto his skin, until he realized how terrified he was.

Derek stopped, he could feel Jackson's fear over their link, it was like a splash of cold water onto his face. Jackson was trembling and had his eyes shut tight, Derek could see the slow trickle of tears running out of the corner of his pups eyes, saw his face turn red as Derek squeezed his pups windpipe. Derek had no idea what he was doing, he let go of Jackson and slide down on the floor next to the bed. Jackson lay in the bed trembling waiting for his fear to ebb away. Derek took long calming breathes and wondered how he'd lost control so fast.

Derek got off the floor and took his jacket off, draped it over Jackson's desk chair, he pulled his shirt over his head, and finally kicked his shoes off with his pants. He then walked over to Jackson's bed, pulled back the covers and got inside. Jackson moved until he could face Derek who reached out and wiped away his pups tears.

"I am so sorry," Derek whispered, "I have no idea what that was, I don't know why I was so angry."

"Its okay…" Jackson didn't know what he had done, he just didn't want to make Derek angry. Derek could feel that Jackson was still frightened of him, he wrapped his arms around his pup and pulled him close against his body. He began rubbing his face against Jackson's and the whole time he let out a mantra of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," until Jackson relaxed and let go a bit of his fear.

"I…Jackson you mean a lot more to me than I thought possible and today was just so shitty all I wanted to do was spend some time with you…but you didn't want to….you just left with Stiles…I was angry and frustrated and…well hurt. I thought you were trying to reject me, the thing between us, our bond, and I couldn't let you do it. But the anger clouded my mind, I never wanted to hurt you, please, believe me." Derek just laid it all out there for Jackson and continued rubbing his face against his pup. Jackson struggled against him and tried to pull away but Derek held on tight and kissed his pup until he relaxed into his embrace. He licked his pups face and then slid his tongue down to Jackson's neck to lick away the bruise. Jackson allowed Derek to soothe away his pains and let his fear go, Jackson knew that the wolf could make you do things without thought, brutal horrifying things.

Derek spent the night apologizing to Jackson with his mouth and tongue and before either of them fell asleep he remarked his claim on his pup by biting hard into his neck, staking his claim. He then presented his neck to Jackson as an apology and Jackson dove in with enthusiasm, sunk his fangs in deep and hard. Derek moaned loudly and felt his body shiver, Jackson was barely holding on to control and when he felt like he would just succumb to the wolf, Derek grabbed a large clump of Jackson's hair and harshly pulled his head away. Jackson took deep breathes and could feel the strange amazing pleasure of double arousal, his own and Derek's running through the link. Derek wrapped his arms around his pup and Jackson held on to his Alpha. Jackson was safe, he was home, he was loved.

Chris Argent pulled his car up to the front of Derek's house…no one was home. He would return the next day, and the day after that, until he could finally question Beacon Hills' own Alpha. Till then…Chris drove deep into the forest's of Beacon Hills and laid out traps, he would catch whatever was murdering people…he just had to find it first.

From high in the trees the creature watched the tiny human set his ineffectual traps, how foolish to think that those small things could cause any harm to him. No he would wait and he would talk until he found the person he was looking for, the person whose family took everything away from him. He would have his revenge.