Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf except for Karaline.

Hi Guys! Okay, I'm on my way back from Chi-Town… somewhere in the middle of Nebraska… stuck in a thunderstorm with my family… waiting it out in a gas station. I still had time to write here and there while I was in Chicago on vacation, so I finished up this chapter while I was on the road and have another one coming up soon. I just need to catch up on some sleep first. I just want to point out that I will not always follow the "rules" of the actual show. For example, Derek not being able to control himself from transforming, compared to the show where he has full control. Why? Because it makes the story better ;) Read, review and enjoy, my loves!

Karaline's Point of View

My body started to go numb as I stared at the marks on my neck. I twisted my upper body to try and get a better view of what exactly I was looking at ─ though it looked like a bite mark… I wasn't completely sure. Compared to the werewolf bite marks I had seen in books from my research, the four small incisions on my neck were more shallow and disfigured.

Relax, Karaline. They aren't bite marks. I tried to convince myself. However, my heart started to zoom while my breathing turned into gasps ─ quickly those gasps turned into sobs.

"No, no, no!" I cried out uncontrollably as my vision blurred by the tears rolling down my cheeks. This can't be happening. Not me. Please, please! It can't be. My mind went crazy and I had completely forgotten that I wasn't alone in the room. I whipped around towards the man who saved me.

"Is it what I think-" I stopped mid-sentence as I stared down at the hunched over man with his head down a few feet away from me. He was panting as I heard him curse under his breath. His body was quivering and his hands were balled into fists.

"Derek?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Are you okay?" Obviously he wasn't. No answer.

By now I had completely forgotten about my own crisis. It looked as if he was having some sort of panic attack. I didn't dare go near him, instead I quickly scanned the room in search of anything that would be helpful. The room was old and dusty to say the least, and the only source of light was from the sun. The windows across the creaking floorboards were clouded with dirt and cracked. Next to the torn-up blue couch was a piano ─ its white paint peeling off severely ─ and on top a small, black bucket. In a split second I had the bucket in my arms and managed to find my way around the dark, gloomy house to the kitchen sink. While I frantically waited for the bucket to fill up, I could hear Derek's panting start to turn into what sounded like growls.

I started to panick. What is going on with this guy? Is he weak at the sight of blood? Is it a health issue? Maybe he's having an asthma attack? Is there an inhaler around here? Should I call 911?

I ran back into the room in which Derek was now on his knees and without hesitation I emptied the bucket of water onto him. I winced for a moment.

The growling stopped along with the shaking. Derek was still on his knees hunched over, but now it sounded like he was trying to catch his breath. His body was turned away from me and his head still hung low, but he seemed back in control.

I hesitated for a second before speaking. "D-Derek?" I asked, my voice quivering. He was soaking wet and there was a puddle surrounding him on the floor.

"How did I lose control like that?" he mumbled so softly under his breath that I almost missed it. I wasn't even sure if he was talking to me or himself.

"What was that?" I asked. Derek stood up slowly with his back still facing me. He was quiet. After a few seconds he turned towards me with unreadable eyes. But it was then that it finally hit me.

All those nights researching through the internet and books about werewolves ─ full moons, bite marks, appearance, Alphas, Betas… transformation. Suddenly it all came back to me as I connected the dots ─ I recalled what I had read about werewolf transformation from human form and what I had just witnessed in front of me not even a minute ago. The panting, the uncontrollable shaking, the growling…

"You're the wolf," I whispered. I gulped as I started backing away from him slowly. Derek's eyes widened.

"What did you say?" he asked, glowering down at me. I caught a hint of surprise in his voice. My heart started to race again and my body shook with fear.

"You bit me! Why did you ─ You're the one who tried to kill me!" my voice escalated. I didn't bother trying to control my tone from becoming hysterical. I quickly scanned left and right to try and find a way out.

"What did you mean by wolf?" he called back.

"You know exactly what I mean! I know what you are!" I screamed. My back touched the wall across the room from him. I blinked back my tears unsuccessfully and my ears began to ring as fear started to overwhelm me. Derek stood at his place, not moving. I closed my eyes preparing for my next request. "Just kill me. I don't want to be one of you," I said in a more steady voice. He didn't reply for a moment while I held my breath.

"I'm not going to kill you," he finally replied in a controlled tone. My eyes snapped open in anger.

"Then I refuse to be a part of your pack, if that's why you're keeping me alive," I cried out. His eyebrows pulled together in frustration.

"I didn't bite you."

The ringing in my ears stopped. My heart somewhat slowed and I gained back control of my breathing. I stared at Derek with disbelief, unsure of what I just heard as he stared back with serious eyes.

"What?"

Derek rolled his eyes. "I did not bite you," he said slowly, emphasizing each word. This time my eyebrows pulled together in doubt.

Derek huffed in frustration and scowled at me. "I already have one newborn werewolf that I have to take care of and I sure as hell don't need another one. Besides, if I wanted to kill you then I would have done it by now."

I looked away for a moment, still doubtful. "If you didn't bite me, then who did?"

After a lot of hesitation and even more questions concerning my trust in him to not kill me, I let Derek inspect the bite mark on my neck.

"Well?" I asked impatiently.

"I'm not sure," he said frustrated. "It could be a bite or claw marks," Derek replied as he analyzed the wounds closely.

"So what's going to happen to me?" I turned around and folded my arms as I looked up at the tall man in front of me.

"We wait for the full moon."

"Which is when?" I asked.

"A week from now," his jaw clenched. "Meaning, I need to keep an eye on you until then. I'm not taking any chances this time." He mumbled the last part to himself.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"If you're a newborn werewolf," he began, "then you're most likely going to have some anger issues. And if you lose control of your temper, you're going to be in deep shit."

I looked at him confused. "If I am a newborn werewolf," I mocked, "then wouldn't I find out the night of the full moon?"

"That's not always the case," he replied. I could hear the frustration in his voice starting to bubble.

"So what's going to happen? Are you going to follow me around for the week? Or do you need me to check in with you everyday?" I asked still not sure where he was going with all of this.

His expression hardened. "No. You cannot be around other people," Derek clenched his jaw again followed by an intake of a deep breath. "You're staying with me until the full moon."