I don't want to give too much away, but I'll answer a few questions. Stiles will go to school in Red Falls. He is only seventeen, he need an education. And eventually he'll be reunited with the Hale Pack. Jackson will get a surprise (unpleasant for him, pleasant for Stiles) when they meet again. And the Sheriff doesn't think Stiles is dead, but everyone else in Beacon Hills does.

Enjoy the chapter.

Stiles crouched down, eyes closed, staying perfectly still. He sniffed the air, trying to catch the scent of his prey. His ears were trying to pin-point any noise that may be made from the one he was searching for.

When he caught the scent of a familiar body wash, Stiles smirked and quickly ran towards it. He ran on all fours at a bush and punched. But it wasn't Logan he caught. It was a small, white rabbit, and it looked scared.

Stiles, surprised it wasn't Logan, let it go and the white creature hopped away quickly.

'What?' thought Stiles. 'I thought he was there. Where could-?"

His thought was interrupted by Logan, who had charged at him from behind. They rolled until Stiles was on his back and Logan pinned him down, his hands gripping Stiles's shoulders. He smirked down at the young werewolf.

"Gotcha."

Stiles brought his knees up and which all his might, kicked Logan off him, sending the older werewolf flying into a tree. Stiles quickly got up and ran further into the woods. Logan pulled himself together and followed.

The Alpha skidded to a stop and started sniffing the air for Stiles's scent. He turned his head quickly in every direction, looking for the doe-eyed wolf. But what the Alpha didn't know was that Stiles was in a tree not far from him, getting ready to strike.

When Logan finally got his scent, it was too late. Stiles tackled Logan to the ground, wrestling with the older wolf until he got on top. He sat on top of Logan's stomach, his hand pressing down on Logan's chest. Stiles grinned down at him, panting.

"I win."

"Really?"

Logan reached out and gripped Stiles's shoulders, flipping Stiles over, now sitting on his stomach and pressing down on his chest.

"You need to apply pressure," said Logan.

He pressed harder and Stiles wheezed.

"Okay! You won! I give!" Stiles cried out.

Logan smirked and stood up. He held out his hand for Stiles. The teen took his hand and got up on his feet.

"That's enough training for today," said Logan.

"How'd I do?" asked Stiles, curious.

"Honestly, I'm very impressed. Today was your first day of training and you're better than most born wolves are in one year. You did everything perfectly the first time and picked everything briskly. I've never met anyone with more control over themselves until now. It took me eighteen months to learn how to control myself. You didn't even shift once."

"Huh? Not ever my eyes changed color?"

"Nope, nothing. You did nothing but raise your heartbeat all day, but never even came close to shifting. And before you ask, yes, you are a werewolf, but you seem to have good control over your body that you didn't shift."

"Maybe my wolf is shy? Or just isn't in the mood to play today."

"Well, he won't be shy much longer. Tomorrow night is the full moon."

"What!?" exclaimed Stiles. "Tomorrow!? Seriously?!"

Logan held is hands up in defense. "Sorry. I literally just remembered now. But don't worry. I'll make sure you don't hurt leave the woods and hurt someone. But after today, I don't think you'll need to worry about loosing control."

"You really think I can stay in control?"

"Stiles, I think you were ment to be a wolf."

Stiles shocked by his Alpha's words, then smiled, showing all his pearly whites.

"Thanks, Logan."

Logan smiled. "Sure Sti. Now, let's go home. It's getting late."

It was eight o'clock and Logan was at the local grocery store. He left Stiles to sleep, leaving a note letting the boy know where he was in case he woke up before he got back home.

He pushed his cart, which already had bagels, sliced bread, cereal (Cinnamon Toast Crunch), Rice Krispie treats, chips and dip, and crackers in, and was heading to the fruits and vegetables section. After that, he'd get some meat, eggs, milk, and frozen pizzas.

In the fruits and veggie section, Logan got five bananas, three apples, ten oranges, six peppers (three red, three green), some onions, three tomatoes, and some garlic. He already had three bags stuffed with garlic and was working on a fourth.

"Have enough garlic?"

Logan swiftly turned his head to face a handsome man with pale skin and black hair. The man was dressed in all black, from the neck down. Black sunglasses covered his eyes.

Logan growled quietly so he didn't attract attention. The man smirked at the alpha.

"What do you want from me, leech."

The man lower this sunglasses slightly, revealing cold, dark blue eyes. "I heard you got yourself a new puppy. Is he already house broken?"

Logan's eyes flashed red then went back to their normal steel gray color. "Stay away from him, William!" he snarled. "If you lay one finger on the boy, I'll kill you!"

William smirked. "You've been trying to kill me for years, dog, so forgive me if I'm not shaking in my boots. Also, I think it's fair to point out that you killed my clan, so it'd only be fair if I killed your pack."

Logan growled and snarled at William.

"That's right," said William, smiling evilly. "Growl like the dog you are. That's all you can do. We both know I'm much too powerful to kill."

His dark blue eyes turned red, but it wasn't just the iris that turned red like with Logan's eyes, but his pupils and the eyeballs turned red too. His eyes were completely red, no other color could be seen.

"Tell me, does your pup even know about me?"

Logan turned away. "He knows I'm hunting a monster."

"But does he know what I am and what I can do?"

Logan was silent. William's eyes went back to normal and he smirked.

"Logan, don't you realize you're putting the boy at a disadvantage?"

The werewolf's eyes (just his irises, not his whole eye like William) turned red.

"Leave," he sneered, fangs starting to grow.

"I will paint this town with its own blood, dog. And neither you, nor your pup, can stop me."

He smiled, revealing all his pearly white teeth. Then the top two canines lengthened into two sharp fangs.

"I can't wait to take a bite. I hear newly bitten werewolf blood is good for building strong fangs."

Logan's claws started to grow, digging seep into his palms, drawing blood.

Williams fangs shrunk back into his mouth and he gave Logan one last smirked before me left.

Logan stood were he was, eyes closed, taking in deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Slowly, his claws and fangs shrunk back to normal and he opened his once again gray eyes.

'No matter how great a wolf Stiles is, will he be ready for something like this?'

The Alpha wolf went back to grocery shopping.