Logan arrived home to find Stiles in the living room, watching tv, while eating a sandwich that had turkey, sliced cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and mustard.

"I'm home!"

Stiles turned his head. "Hey," he said, mouth full of turkey sandwich.

"Swallow your food before you speak," said Logan.

The teen wolf swallowed, then put the rest of his sandwich on his plate on the coffee table. He walked into the kitchen to help his Alpha take the groceries out of the bags and put them away.

"So, full moon tonight," said Logan. "Excited?"

"Heh, excited, nervous, scared out of my freaken mind." Stiles paused for a sec before he spoke again. "You sure I'll be fine?"

"Hey, be confident. If you think you'll fail, you will. If you think you'll succeed, you will. Like I said, you're meant to be a werewolf. You have amazing control and skills. I wouldn't be surprised if you found your anchor five seconds after you shifted."

"That'd be a world record."

"It would."

Stiles put away the chips and the dip. "Thanks, Logan. I don't know how I'd get through this without you."

"Sti, I'm not just your Alpha, I'm your friend." He walked over to the boy and put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "You and me, we're brothers. And brothers always look out for each other."

Stiles pulled Logan in for a big hug, squeezing the Alpha tightly, face buried in Logan's chest, beaming.

"I can do this," said Stiles, feeling more confident.

"That's the spirit!" Logan exclaimed with ha toothy smile.

They went to finish putting away all the groceries away. Stiles noticed all the garlic Logan had.

"Hey, Logan, what's with all the garlic?"

The color drained from the Alpha wolf's face and he started biting his lips, looking very nervous.

"I'm a big garlic fan."

Stiles raising an eyebrow. "You're heartbeat didn't completely skip, but it wasn't completely steady either. Are you hiding something from me?"

Logan looked down at his feet. He should've know Stiles would catch the half-lie. Logan didn't like garlic in his food, but loved it when it was used against William. "Look, I promise I'll tell you, but not now. Now we need to focus on you dealing with your first full moon. I'll explain the garlic later. Trust me."

The younger wolf stared at the Alpha, armed crossed over his chest, thinking of whether or not to push it. After a while, Stiles said, "Okay, fine. I trust you."

"Thanks."

"But whatever it is, you need to tell me."

"I will. Promise."

Stiles went back into the living room, still feeling uneasy.

A man, age twenty, but had a scrawny body so he looked more like a high school freshmen, was running for his life in the ghetto part of town. He looked back to see if he chaser were still after him, not seeing the large crack in the sidewalk. The man tripped over it, falling on his front, scrapping knees, hands, and left cheek.

Two big guys, one had dark skin, wore a bandana on his head, baggy jeans, a white shirt that looked like a baggy under shirt, brass knuckles on his right hand, the other one had light skin, wore tight jeans that had rips in them, no shirt, upper body covered with lots of tattoos, caught up and dragged the scrawny man into an alley near by.

The light skinned thug punched the twenty year old in the jaw.

"Gimme your wallet!" he ordered. "NOW!"

"I d-don't have a-a-any mo-money!" stuttered the little man. "I c-came from a po-por f-family! I only g-got into college be-because I got a sc-scholarship!"

The dark skinned thug kicked him in the gut, then threw him to the ground. The lighter skinned thug checked hi pockets for a wallet. He he found it, all it had was six dollars.

"Six Bucks!?" roared the thug, peeved. He pocketed the money then threw the wallet at the small man and started kicking him.

The two bigger men kept beating the crap out of the college boy, who was crying, pleading them to stop.

The light skinned thug was going to punch his again when another hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him. The thug looked over to see who grabbed him and stared into the dark, cold eyes of William.

"Who the fuck are you!" sneered the dark skinned thug.

William smirked. "Who I am does matter to you. You won't be around much longer." He twisted the arm the lighter skinned thug, who shouted out in pain. "You humans are so pathetic. Picking on weaker beings to make yourselves seem superior when every single one of you are nothing more then insects who can easily be squashed. Humans are weak, arrogant fools. They're just as bad as the wolves."

William's eyes turned red and his fangs grew. "That's why you shall all die."

The scrawny man watched with wide eyes as the creature who looked like a man but wasn't kill the two men who had beaten him. He heard them scream and watched them die right in front of him.

William dropped their bodies and licked the blood off his fangs. He turned to the beaten man on the ground.

"Pathetic. That's where you human belong. On the ground. Looking up at being like myself. I should kill you too, but I won't. Only because I want you to know, your kind's days are numbered. Soon all humans and wolves will bow before me."

And in a flash, William was gone.

Night had fallen. Both Stiles and Logan were in the woods.

"How you feeling, Sti?" asked Logan.

"Sick," answered Stiles. "But I have no clue if it's from being nervous or because it's the full moon. Maybe it's a little of both."

"It's going to be okay. Just find your anchor, and you'll be find."

Find an anchor. That's easier said than done. Stiles had no idea what to use as an anchor. He knew every wolf was different and had a different anchor. He knew Derek's was anger, Scott's was Allison, and Isaac's was his father before he became an abusive bastard.

And Logan's. . .

"Hey, Logan, what's your anchor?"

The alpha smiled and rested his hand on a tree. "The trees," he answered.

"Huh?"

"That probably sounds weird, so let me explain. When I was boy, I always loved climbing and playing in tree. Sometimes I would sit on the ground and look at the tree, watching them, staying in one place, even when the wind blew and the leaves and branches would move, but the tree would stay put, looking so strong. And I would think that I wanted to be strong too. Be so strong no one could move me or push me around."

"I get the feeling. I was always pushed around back home."

"My mom and I would plant trees together. We'd also plant other plants and garden together." Logan smiled. "I always loved gardening with her."

Stiles smiled. He remember all the times he spent with his own mother, when she was alive and well. He loved her so much.

The clouds in the sky moved to reveal the full moon.

Stiles let out a gasp.