Hi Guys! I asked everyone last time what celebrity they imagined Karaline to look like and in my mind I feel like Miranda Kerr fits her perfectly. Check out my Photobucket page for banners for this story. I just put up new ones of Miranda Kerr as Karaline (:

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A lot of people have told me that the show takes place in California, and since woods/trees are very prominent in Teen Wolf, I'm going to make my story will take place in Northern California near Sacramento. If you've been to Northern Cali then you should know that that is where the forests and stuff like that are mostly located within California.

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I stared out the windshield as my body began to shake.

The Alpha had come for me, it had come for its new pack member. Derek was wrong - I was bitten. Now it was only a matter of time before the wolf would take me.

"Calm down, Karaline," Derek said. His voice was calm but his driving was not – the speedometer read 100 mph and climbing as we raced out of the woods and onto the streets. I ignored him. "Karaline," he called out a little louder.

I turned my head to him abruptly. "How can I calm down, Derek?" I snarled. I shook my head and looked out my window, fighting back the tears, unsuccessfully. "I know he's out there waiting for the right moment to take me. He will get me somehow."

I could feel Derek tense up beside me. "No, he won't," he stated firmly.

"How do you know that, Derek?" I asked starting to get angry as I turned to face him. The tears started to overflow at that moment. My usual optimism was nowhere in sight at the moment. "I'm scared," I whispered.

"I will protect you, as well as Scott," he responded. I turned to see him look back at me with intent eyes. I stared at him for a moment studying his face when he returned his eyes back to the road. I didn't question his words because, even with my cousins warning, surprisingly I trusted Derek. He was a werewolf and I'm sure very dangerous just like Scott said, but the man saved my life and he had done nothing wrong to make me think that he shouldn't be trust – so far. We were quiet for a few minutes as Derek continued to drive. We had exited the suburbs by now and the buildings grew taller as we zoomed past them. Derek's driving was insane and pretty frightening.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"We can't go back to the house anymore."

"Then where are we supposed to go?" I looked out my window again. I had never been to this part of town, but I had no doubt that we were in the "city" part of Beacon Hills. It was crazy to see how different the two parts of Beacon Hills were. Though the buildings weren't exactly skyscrapers, a couple of them stood about twenty stories tall. The area was a mix of corporate and residential buildings with some people running around in suits and some people walking their dogs while on every block there was some sort of coffee shop or restaurant. This part of Hills was definitely a lot busier and also quite charming. Suddenly Derek finally slowed the car and turned into an underground parking garage underneath one of the tall buildings.

"Where are we, Derek?" I repeated as he pulled into a parking space.

"You'll be safer here," he said as he locked the car after we got out. I followed behind him through the parking garage and into an elevator.

He pushed the last button, indicating the 20th floor. "In a corporate building?" I asked sarcastically. How would I be safer in an office? He rolled his eyes at me and within 30 seconds, the elevator doors opened to reveal the complete opposite of what I was expecting.

I followed Derek as we stepped out into a small circular room with silver-painted walls, white wooden accents, a marble floor, crystal chandelier, and mahogany-stained double doors. I stood behind Derek, admiring the beautiful room as he pulled out a set of keys, unlocked the two doors, and stepped aside to allow me to enter. Suddenly, my jaw dropped.

The large rectangular room that I found myself self standing in had resemblance the small room with its dark hardwood floor, grey-painted walls, and white wood trimmings. To the left was a kitchen with black cabinets lining the walls, marble counter tops, and stainless steel appliances and accents. Next to it was a black dining table fit for four with floor to ceiling windows wrapping around part of it. To the right side was the living room, which was elevated a step lower than the kitchen and dining. It was made up of a large white, L-shaped couch surrounding a matching white coffee table with a fireplace off in the corner. Across the couch lay a giant plasma screen television and of course complete with an Xbox, PlayStation, a shelf of video games, and surround sound system. To finish off, the floor to ceiling windows surrounding the entire far side of the room opened up to give the most gorgeous view of Beacon Hills that I never knew existed.

I stood there gawking at the place. I would say that it was a typical bachelor pad, except that it looked like it was straight out of an interior design magazine.

"Let me show you to your room," he said suddenly. I spun around to look at Derek completely confused and not sure if I had just heard him correctly.

"Wait. What? We're staying here? Whose place is this?" I gazed around the room again in awe.

"It's mine," he replied casually. I shook my head in disbelief.

"Wait. But," I stuttered. "Your house? The one we just left? And this place?"

"Yes," he shook his head, mocking me. "That is my house. This is my apartment." My eyebrows pulled together as I again looked around at the place and back to Derek. There was no doubt that the place matched him perfectly. However, I was still trying to make sense of how it belonged to him. It was a complete 180 from his old, dusty, broken house. Plus, this apartment must cost close to seven digits considering it was on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings and had a beautiful view!

Derek quickly turned around leaving me no time to reply. I followed behind as he took me through the living room to a small hallway and stopped to open the last door while I still gawked in amazement at the apartment.

"You'll be staying here until I figure things out," he said as I pushed open the door.

The cream colored room was bigger than my dorm and room at home. There was a large dresser and mirror to one side and a king-sized bed right across from it with a lavender-colored bed set to match the purple accents of the room. And ofcourse the far side consisted of large windows to open up to the same gorgeous view of Beacon Hills. It was unbelievable.

I plopped down on the bed and looked straight at Derek who was still standing at the doorway watching me with his gorgeous green eyes.

"Please explain," I nodded casually.

He tiled his head slightly. "Explain what?" he asked, squinting.

I rolled my eyes. "All of this," I looked around the room again. "This apartment. Where did all of this come from?"

He shrugged. "I prefer to live in my house."

I stared at him in disbelief. "I respect that you love your house so much, but this place is just beyond words!" I said. "Is it yours?"

Derek looked away for slight moment in discomfort. "This place belonged to my parents, but now it's mine."

"Your parents? Where are they now?" I asked curiously. Again he looked away for a second, his expression unreadable.

"They're dead."

It felt like I had just been slapped in the face. This time, I turned my head away. I could feel my face growing red of regret for asking. I almost wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry, Derek. I shouldn't have asked," I looked back up at him again after a moment, shaking my head. Though his face was for the most part unreadable, it was unavoidable to recognize the pain hidden in his green eyes. Now I knew. That pain behind his eyes had been there since the moment I had first saw him. I know that he was always hiding something from not only me, but everyone in general, however I could never put my finger on it. But now I understood.

"I need to call Scott," he abruptly changed the subject as he started to turn to head out of the room. I regained my posture and cleared my throat, playing along.

"Why do you have to call him?" I asked, trying to lighten my tone.

"I need him to watch over you tonight," he answered. My eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"I thought you said that he couldn't come with us or the Alpha would follow," I remembered.

"Yes, I did," he nodded, looking away for a second again. "But I figured that if he was careful to keep your location a secret, then it would be okay. On top of that, I don't have any other babysitter choices."

I eyed him suspiciously, ignoring his bad choice of words. "Where are you going?" I asked curious and somewhat worried.

"I have to stock up the kitchen, now that I'm staying here again," he replied with a straight face. I rolled my eyes at him however he wasn't able to see it as he turned to head out of the room. Fine, if he didn't want to tell me where he was going, then I wouldn't ask, I thought. Though I'm sure other people thought Derek was a very good liar, I wasn't convinced.

"Derek?" I called out once more. He sighed as he turned around in the hallway to face me.

"Yes, Karaline?" he asked.

"Are there any more surprises like this that I should know about?" I smiled, looking around the beautiful room and then out to the gorgeous view.

He smirked. "Maybe."