I'm sorry for updating so late. I hope you won't be disappointed by this second part. From beginning to end isn't really a continuing story. It's a more like a succession of life fragments. In fact, it was supposed to be a series of different stories but ff doesn't allow it. This second part is a sort of interlude between the first and the third part.

From beginning to end

2nd - Attracted from beginning to end.

After the bonding, Derek had a severe fever and he wasn't able to leave his bed for an entire day. For a person who almost hadn't been sick in his entire life, it had been a pretty depressing moment - especially when he was a seven years old werewolf-boy who normally had plenty of energy to use. He even missed school, not that he complained, but he only had missed school three times in his life. So it was a pretty big deal. His mum told him soul bonding was a beautiful thing, something that rarely happened even to the best wolves, but presently it was nothing but a burden which hurt very much.

Derek sneaked through the hospital alleys only lead by his instinct. His mom told him that his soul mate must have recently born that's why linking their soul caused him so much pain. If they had been the same age it wouldn't have been that painful. Since he was grown child, linking his soul to someone else's was a delicate and tiring achievement. She also told him that his mate must be a human or else he would have been able to recognize and find her the moment they were bonded. Indeed, he had currently no clue where his mate was.

He was curious to find who the person who was going to share his life was. He always thought he would marry a nice, beautiful girl, with long dark hair like his mom and who would make him wonderful chocolate chip cookies. But to be honest, he was upset at his mate who made him suffer so much.

His mom had driven him to the hospital without a question when he had told her that he wanted to find his mate. She dropped him in front of the building and waited in the car. Derek wanted to go alone - even if that meant he had to tiptoe into the alleys to not be seen by the hospital's staff.

He walked past various doors at the maternity floor. Saw a lot of babies but none of them was the right one. He was beginning to lose hope, maybe he was wrong, maybe his mate was in another State or in another country and he would never meet her. But he could feel it. He had the feeling she was right next to him. Here in Beacon Hills, in this very hospital. Wolves have to trust their instincts, his grand-father always said, your instinct is your stronger weapon, never doubt it. So, Derek listened and didn't give up.

Suddenly, he was in front of a door. A green door, which felt like home. It was half-open and through the little open space he saw a woman. She had blond messy hair, bags under her eyes but yet, she wore a soft peaceful smile. She was holding a little baby in her arms. He must have stared a long time or very intensely – Laura said he often did that – because she opened her closed eyes to look at him.

Her smile grew wider.

"Hello," she said in a light voice not to wake the baby.

He didn't answer. He felt very shy all of sudden. Out of place. Was coming here a really good idea? He fixed his gaze on the baby. His mate.

"You want to see him?" She asked. She didn't seem offended by his lack of eloquence.

He nodded and stepped closer, coming into the room.

He leaned above the baby to see its face closer. It had a big eyes, a round nose and little pouty lips. Derek didn't think that he was ugly or pretty, he was just really small. And it was very much a he looking at the hat he wore and the blue blanket he was wrapped in.

"Hi, I am Derek." He said. Then he held out a finger to the baby and put it on the baby's hand who took it, squeezed it with his little hand and yawned.

"He's strong," he told the mother.

She laughed.

"Yeah…"

Derek felt a strange warmth spread into his chest. It was weird.

"What's his…" he started but a nurse entered the room and frown at him. She didn't even had the time to say a word that he was already out the room, fleeing to get to his mom. He had to tell her everything.