This is it, last chapter! Hope it satisfies! Thanks for reading and to those who reviewed you rock my world! To those who didn't I love you all the same! Thise was really fun to write!

Chapter 16

"You know, I always knew you were more brawn than brain." Peter's voice lacked its usual playful drawl as he spoke. In fact he was fuming. The older wolf had made a full recovery in the time Derek had spent at Becca's bedside. "But this – this is up there with the stupidest things you've ever done." Peter was stalking back and forth in front of the Hale family hearth. "You turned a hunter. Do you think she is gonna thank you for this?"

"I saved her life."

"Right," Peter gave an exaggerated nod and rolled his eyes. "I'm sure she'll be grateful after her first full moon which is in – what – two days?"

"I'll teach her to control it."

"Sure you will." Peter chuckled humourlessly. "I'm sure your little pixie of a hunter has the strength to rein in the raging beast that's now inside of her."

"You don't know her," Derek countered, pushing up to his feet. "You didn't hear her heart. She was still standing when most people would've been bedridden."

"Do you know what kept her standing?" Peter asked, looking unimpressed. "Plain old vengeance. Her need for vengeance is what kept her going, not her strength of will." Peter shook his head. "All this time you've spent with hunters and you still don't get it. Vengeance, hatred, anger that is what keeps hunters going. What do you think the wolf is going to feed off?"

"She's not like that." Derek growled, grabbing his coat and making for the door. "You're just angry that she managed to kill the wolf that got the jump on you."

"I'm not gonna chain you up in the basement, Becs," Derek heard Rowan chuckled from the living room as he entered the house.

"So, you're gonna let me kill someone?" Becca replied sounding infuriated.

"You're not going to kill anyone, Rebecca Lyn," Rowan's tone grew serious. "Derek is teaching you how to control the wolf," he added as Derek came to the living room door. "You can do this," he added, his hand on her shoulder his gaze unwavering from hers.

"I agree," Derek affirmed, entering the room.

"Derek the full moon is tomorrow." She turned her pleading gaze his way. "It's not enough time – I won't be ready."

"You are strong enough to control it, Becca." Derek looked her in the eye, seeing the worry and doubt there. "If I thought you couldn't I'd tell Rowan to lock you up," he assured.

She studied him a long moment and heaved a resigned sigh. "How do you control it?"

"I ground myself in something stronger than the wolf." He glanced at Rowan, before he continued. "I ground myself in my – my family."

"Your family?" Her gaze met his. There was sadness in her eyes, sadness and understanding. He nodded and looked away.

"My family believed that human life was to be preserved," he explained. His gaze trailed on the carpet so she wouldn't see his lie. While it was true that his family did believe this and instilled it in him at a young age, it was his anger that allowed him to control the wolf. It was his anger at the hunters who'd killed his family, but more potent still his anger at himself for allowing Kate Argent to seduce and betray him. "You need to ground yourself in something that gives you strength. Something that your belief in is unwavering."

Though neither he nor Rowan would agree to shackle her, Becca had convinced them to let her spend her first full moon in the basement. The sun was setting and Derek could feel the wolf stirring inside of him. He glanced at Becca sitting on the cold cement floor, her knees drawn up to her chest, arms folded atop. She hid her face in the crook of her elbow. Derek could smell her fear and hear her heartbeat accelerating.

"You've got this, Becs," Rowan assured from his seat on the stairs. Derek knew he could sense her growing panic as well. "You're the strongest person I know."

"Really, you think I'm strong?" She looked up at him, her eyes flashing amber. "Is that why you lied and told me Luke was dead?" she demanded her chest heaving.

"I did what I thought was right for everyone."

"You thought it was right to let me and Luke believe the other was dead?" She pushed up to her feet. "How exactly was that right – for everyone?" She cried out, her gaze pulled to her hands and the claws pushing their way out. She shut her eyes tight, her hands flying to either side of her head.

"Becca." Derek's voice was a low rumble. He'd never forced his will onto any of his betas and he didn't plan to on Becca.

"D-Derek," she stammered, her breath coming in panicked gasps. "I-I can't…P-please Rowan, you h-have to leave."

Instead of leaving as she'd asked, Rowan stepped closer to Becca. "You can't kill me, sunshine."

"Don't." Becca cowered, backing into the corner.

"Maybe, you should—"

"She needs to be able to control the wolf no matter the circumstances," Rowan interjected. He stood in front of Becca and took one of her hands, coaxing it away from her head. "You have to separate the wolf from your emotions."

"Just think of your anchor." Derek could feel her struggling, her heartbeat racing.

"It's not – it's not working." Becca tore her hand from Rowan's. Her eyes glowing amber, she snarled at the vampire, revealing her wolf fangs.

"What about your brother? What about Shane? Could he control the wolf?" Stiles called from the stairs, pulling everyone's attention to him.

"Stiles get out of here," Derek growled. What was the kid thinking?

"Wait," Stiles held up his hands as Derek stalked toward the stairs. "Just hear me out."

"H-how do you know about Sh-Shane?"

"That doesn't matter right now," Stiles replied evasively. "Just answer. Would your brother who stayed alive for what – almost two hours pinned in that bus to be sure you got his heart – would he be able to control the wolf?"

"Y-yes," Becca replied through clenched teeth. "I'm not that strong."

"Really?" Stiles questioned, sounding skeptical. His glance ticked from Rowan to Derek and back to Becca, meeting her amber gaze. "I don't think anyone in this room would agree with that." He chuckled softly. "You are his sister, Becca. You have his heart beating in your chest—"

"That doesn't mean anything. It doesn't make me as strong as him," Becca countered, closing her eyes. "I-I could never be that strong."

"And when you saved me from Dufour?" Stiles countered, stepping off the stairs. "I'd be dead if it weren't for—"

"That's not the s-same."

"Isn't it?" Derek asked. He could see Stiles was right, her brother was the key. Her hands were human again and her heartbeat growing calmer as she and Stiles spoke. "I could hear your heartbeat, Becca. I can't imagine the strength it took to stay standing, let alone fight that wolf."

"I-I just – I couldn't let him hurt Stiles."

"Can't you see how that's the same as your brother?" Stiles moved closer to her. "You stayed standing until you knew the wolf wasn't a threat anymore."

"And even then your first thought was whether Stiles was alright," Rowan chuckled, slapping the youth on the shoulder. "The kid's right, Becs."

"Becca, you've got this." Stiles took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Stiles, don't," Becca pleaded, her gaze meeting his and revealing her mismatched eyes again.

"You've got this," he nodded down at her hand and her gaze followed.

"But I—" Becca looked to Rowan who just smiled and then to Derek.

"He's right, you've got this." Derek assured with a smile.

"How'd you know about Shane?" Becca asked, turning back to Stiles.

"Well, that night you came to my house. I saw the anti-rejection meds and thought it was strange – I mean – if you had a transplant you should have been doing better..." His voice trailed off and he looked down at his hands. "So, I did some digging and found an article about you and your brother," Stiles admitted with a shrug.

Rowan moved to Derek's side and clapped him on the shoulder. "I knew there was a reason I didn't kill you the other night." The vampire chuckled and moved back to his perch on the stairs.

"And now we're done," Derek declared, casting a glance at Becca and Stiles sitting on the floor, talking. "My debt you is paid." Without waiting for an answer he pushed past Rowan and moved up the stairs and out of the basement.

Derek stood outside Rowan's house, watching the vampire load his and Becca's bags into the trunk. Becca was off to the side talking to Stiles. It had been a week since the full moon, a week since he'd seen her. He knew she'd leave with Rowan, he hadn't expected her to stay and be a part of his pack. Peter had laughed about it, about his lack of leadership and how of the four betas he'd created only one stayed.

With the others it had been different, there was always the possibility that they would stay. But with Becca, the thought had never occurred to him. When he bit her it wasn't to increase his pack or his strength, his only thought was to save her life. And her life was not in Beacon Hills.

"You could stay, you know." Stiles smiled. "Or visit," he added with a shrug, trying to make it look like it didn't matter, but Derek knew it did. Somewhere along the line Stiles had grown to like the hunter.

"You know, I might take you up on that," Becca chuckled, giving the teen's shoulder a nudge. "Rowan said he's keeping the house. So, who knows," She shrugged. "Maybe, you'll get a Thanksgiving invitation."

"Do you think she's ready?" Rowan's question pulled Derek's attention away from the conversation. He stared at the vampire for a long moment before he answered with a nod.

"Derek." Becca greeted him with a smile. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

"Couldn't let you leave without saying good-bye."

She held his gaze for a long moment before she spoke again. "Rowan told me about the Alpha pack – if you need me to stay—"

"No," Derek interrupted. "It's not your fight."

"But I'm part of your pack now, right?" She glanced back at Stiles and Scott, leaning against the teen's jeep. "Stiles said a pack is made stronger by each member."

"I didn't turn you to be part of my pack."

Becca pursed her lips and Derek thought she looked hurt. "No, you turned me to save my life." She smiled eyes brimming with emotion. "Look, all I'm saying is – if you need me, just call. I owe you." She threw up her hand before he could argue. "I always pay my debts."

With that she moved to the car where Rowan stood waiting. "Ready to go, sunshine?" She nodded, turning to wave at Stiles and Scott, before she slid into the car and they drove away.