Okay so I just wanted to add a question here to the person who reviewed as Chad: I'm not too sure what a stereo oc is? Other than it's a type of OC so sorry if it's not what you expect. And yeah there's definitely gonna be some mountain ash business going on later.

Thanks a bunch for all the reviews so far and I look forward to reading more of your thoughts as the story goes on.

Derek stared at the kid standing in his kitchen he was kind of freaked out actually. He smelled like a witch, and obviously knew his name, but Derek knew nothing about him. And that was unnerving to the Beta. But Derek was an expert at hiding his true feelings, and as usual put on an icy mask to hide anything he was feeling.

"What are you doing in my house?"

He questioned with a bit of a growl in his voice, and damn did he hate that about his Wolf. At the slightest threat it tended to claw just under his skin. Making it harder to control but years of practice and his sister beating his ass for it Derek shoved his inner animal as far into a corner as he could. Didn't need to freak the kid out with glowing blue eyes, and fangs.

All he got in return was a cocky smile and head tilt.

"Last I heard this house belonged to Laura Hale not Derek Hale."

Derek could feel his wolf prickle at the mention of his older sister.

"It's my house now."

The kid, Will nodded as he looked around, than shrugged.

"Okay truthfully I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. My dad told me all the wolves cleared out of Beacon Hills years ago."

"Well you were wrong, and whoever your father is obviously isn't as close to us as he thought."

Will nodded.

"Yeah well he wasn't very close to me either."

Derek walked closer to the kid and realized something. He was skinny, really skinny, and young, he wasn't even close to being as old as Scott and Stiles.

"How old are you?"

Will looked around the kitchen as he answered.

"16."

"Bullshit."

Derek blurted out as he didn't even have to use his wolf abilities to know for sure. Will glared at him, all traces of the happy, arrogant kid gone as he was caught in his lie.

"14."

He answered this time truthfully. Derek nodded.

"Now where are your parents?"

Will stood up a little straighter as he looked Derek dead in the eyes, his own blazing with anger.

"My mom's been dead since I was born, and my dad recently left me in some random hotel room for the last month."

His words were harsh and bitter, making Derek feel like the monster he was acting like.

"Then why are you here, Will?"

"That's none of your damn business. And since you're here I'm just going to go find another place to break into to stay at. Nice meeting you Mr. Beta but I have more important things to do than stand around playing twenty questions with you."

The kid turned around and as he reached for the door handle his stomach let out a very obvious growl. Derek couldn't turn the kid way after that. Something about this angry teen kicked in his, well there wasn't really a word he could place to it. But the best he could describe it as was similar to the feeling he got when Laura needed him. Like he was the only one in the whole world who could help and no one else would be able to do what he could. It was kind of the same with Scott, and Stiles. Then it clicked in his head.

His wolf was making pack bonds without him even knowing it. He growled making Will freeze. But he wasn't angry at Will, he was angry at himself. For not seeing the signs. He should have known that without an Alpha and a threat of a dangerous one running around killing, his wolf would want a Pack. Even if he thought he was better off alone.

"Wait."

He gritted out from between clenched teeth. More wolf than Derek at this point since they were fighting on what to do. Derek wanted to send the kid away before the hunters tracked him down but his wolf said the bond would make him stronger when they did.

Will turned to face to conflicted werewolf with confused eyes.

"What do you want? It's not like I'm going to tell anyone you're here."

Derek shook his head.

"No. I mean-"

Derek sighed. Before continuing with his usual stoic expression.

"I'm the only one living here, and you already broke in."

He finished lamely, already knowing he sounded stupid. But then Will grinned like only a kid could and Derek was reminded of one of his younger cousins who used to tail him all the time.

"Are you offering me a place to stay?"

Will asked, nearly jumping with excitement.

Derek looked away but nodded his head.

"As long as you stay away from me and don't interfere with anything I'm doing you can stay."

"Really?"

Will asked and Derek could do nothing but nod again. All he could keep thinking about was how much danger he had just put the runaway in, but his wolf still whispered the safest place in Beacon Hills was a Pack. He ignored it as his wolf went on about plans of getting Scott and Stiles on their side as well. Three witches and one half wolf were better than no defense or back up at all.

He turned on his heel and walked off to his room.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge."

He said over his shoulder, and seconds later heard the teen open the refrigerator door and move things around.

Stiles had dropped Scott off at home, gone to his house, done his homework and contemplated the major shit fest he and Scott had gotten themselves into that afternoon, then proceeded to look up how to protect himself against Werewolves. Not to mention the Adderall he popped like candy to stay focused. It seemed harder and harder for him to keep his mind in one place lately, and he was starting to worry just a little. Then his cell phone went off and all worries were out the window as he picked it up. He had just gotten a text message from Scott.

Pick me up at my place I hav a plan

Stiles didn't even reply. He just grabbed his keys, and ran out the door to his Jeep. There were many, and that was the understatement of the year, traffic laws he didn't follow as he sped back to Scott's house. When he pulled up the front door was already unlocked and he threw it open then slammed it behind himself. A quick dash up the stairs and he was throwing Scott's door open in a similar fashion as the front one.

"What did you find? Where did you find it?"

He said the two questions all in one breathe and had to take another before continuing.

"And yes I have had a lot of Adderall already."

He answered the silent question Scott was asking him. Scott stood up off of his bed with a half-smile.

"Good cause I need all your fine-tuned detective skills for this one."

Stiles made wild hand motions for Scott to elaborate.

"I found something at Derek's earlier."

Scott stated. Stiles blinked in shock.

"Really what?"

"Something was buried there, I could smell blood."

Stiles jumped in realization.

"Really? That's awesome!"

Then his brain caught up with his mouth and he corrected himself.

"I mean that's terrible who's blood."

Scott laughed as he picked up his lacrosse stick.

"I don't know. But when we do your dad nails Derek for the murder. And you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing."

Stiles nodded then half-heartedly glared at his friend.

"You give my dad a bone and expect me to reward you. Bad dog Scott, bad dog."

Scott chuckled as he shook his head. He looked up into Stiles' eyes with burning determination in his own as he tightened tied up the now repaired net of his lacrosse stick.

"Because there's no way I'm missing that lacrosse game."

Stiles smiled and backed up as Scott started to move towards the door, and followed him out to his own car. They pulled up to the hospital and had already gone over the plan. Scott would sneak into the morgue, and Stiles would play lookout. Nothing complicated really, Scott just wanted to make sure it was the same body he smelled and not some sort of road killed animal.

Once they were inside, trying and failing to not look suspicious they parted ways.

"Well good luck I guess."

Stiles said quietly as Scott walked into the morgue area. He nodded to Stiles as he disappeared behind the door. Scott wasn't looking forward to walking down the dark creepy hallway by himself but he figured it was better than getting eaten alive by Derek Hale. He only passed one person who gave him a funny look as he went by, and quickly snuck into the morgue. Once inside he walked over to the body. It was covered with a white sheet, and even without lifting it he could smell the death, and slowly decaying flesh off the body. But it wasn't enough, he definitely needed a better smell.

As he lifted the sheet the scent of the blood finally hit him, and he nearly threw up. It was so overwhelming and mixed with the rest of the smells coming off the body so much worse than what he thought it would be.

Btu he got it. Now there was no doubt it was the same body. Scott covered the body once more, and walked over to the cabinets in the room. He pulled out the bleach, opened it, and held it about a foot away from his sensitive nose. The scent was enough to calm him down and the smell of bleach burned in his nose as he walked out to Stiles. He found his friend making a face at Lydia Martin and Jackson down the hall. He grabbed the pamphlet from Stiles causing the spastic teen to jump in surprise.

"The smell it's the same."

He blurted out instantly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure."

"Then Derek did bury the other half of the body on his property."

Stiles said, and Scott gave him one of his raised eyebrows, silent question looks.

"Okay so I suspected but wasn't sure. A good detective never jumps to conclusions."

He finished meekly. Scott rolled his eyes.

"That mean we have proof now that Derek really killed the girl."

Stiles nodded, getting what Scott called his 'Detective' face on.

"Then I say we use it."

He stated confidently as he grabbed his backpack and walked out of the hospital. Scott followed quickly. A few steps from the exit and Stiles stopped.

"Let me ask you something. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because he said you couldn't play in the game tomorrow?"

Stiles asked seriously. Knowing his friend didn't always do the right things for the right reasons. He had many scar, well Scott did too, from one of them doing something for selfish reasons. And Stiles wasn't about to get a new one anytime soon. Especially over lacrosse game. Scott sighed as he looked Stiles in the eye as he answered.

"There were bite marks all over the legs Stiles. Bite marks."

Stiles nodded.

"Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel."

Back at the Hale house, Derek had found Will asleep at his falling apart kitchen table, in the only chair he had, with half his fridge out on said table. All the food was half eaten. Derek growled and Will woke up with a jolt. He looked at Derek, then down at the mess he made.

"I can clean that."

He said quickly and started doing just that. Derek walked to the front door, his keys in hand.

"Where are you going?"

Will asked nervously, kind of expecting the worse from the older man. Derek didn't even bother to look back as he headed out the front door.

"The store. It looks like I'm out of food."

Will didn't say anything as he started to clean up, but Derek paused in the doorway.

"I only have one bed, but you can sleep on the sofa in the living room."

As Derek started to close the door behind him Will shouted out to him.

"I might steal the blankets from your bed then."

Derek slammed the door and shook his head. Making a mental note to pick up new sheets, and another blanket for his bed. Because there was no way he was going to take back the ones Will was stealing.

Stiles and Scott had waited for a few hours just outside of smelling distance, and hopefully hearing distance from the Werewolf Den, as Stiles had taken to calling it. Once they saw Derek leave they moved in. As they got closer to the side of the house Scott paused.

"Wait something smells different."

Stiles looked at him confused.

"Different how?"

He asked. Scott looked to the house, and focused on the scent he was picking up from inside. But when he really tried all he could smell was Derek, and burnt wood. He shook his head and went back to the grave they were about to dig up.

"I don't know."

He told Stiles.

They had been digging for awhile and nothing had shown up, Scott was starting to get really nervous.

"This is taking way too long."

Scott whined.

"Just keep going."

Stiles mumbled.

"What if he comes back?"

Scott asked in slight panic.

"Then we get the hell out of here."

Stiles grunted.

"What if he catches us?"

"I have a plan for that."

Stiles added.

"Which is?"

"You run one way, I run the other, and whoever he catches too bad."

Scott shook his head.

"I hate that plan!"

"Yeah well I can't use at all anymore, and no offense I don't want to be eaten alive by the ragging, murdering werewolf."

"Whatever."

Scott mumbled. As the words left Scott's mouth Stiles shovel hit something that wasn't dirt or rock.

"Whoa, whoa stop digging."

They both fell onto their hands and knees and started to move the dirt away with their hands, and found a sack tied around something. So naturally they started to untie it. They started to get frustared with all the knots and Scott pushed Stiles over.

"This s taking too long."

He complained as he used his powers to break all of the knots, and throw the fabric aside. Once the fabric was moved both teens jumped and yelled in fear.

"What the hell is that?"

Stiles was of course the first one to speak.

"It's a wolf."

Hope you liked Will and no he's not going to be paired with anyone as I said before. I just think Derek is sometimes nicer than he seems and could be nice if he wanted to. So there. Reviews are fuel for updates!