Derek trudged the length of the broken down bus he slept in, his features scrunched up in frustration at the thought of the female Beta that maddened him.

His thoughts drifted back to the training session in the evening which had not gone at all the way he wanted. The girl really knew how to push his buttons; she just refused to show any anger of any kind, not even annoyance. Derek remembered the way she would attempt to attack him and always end up either pinned down or thrown to the floor, but she would always get back up with an amused smile, at time he knew she was getting tired by never tried to mask it with annoyance but with huff and pout at her lips then resume to dust herself off and get back to her starting position. It boggled his mind, teenagers were the very epitome of angst and temper yet she showed none of those qualities, even when Erica and Isaac teased her constantly after her embarrassing falls; she smiled and brushed them off like dusting snowflakes off a winter coat.

Is she retarded? Derek dubbed her to be the worst werewolf in history; she showed no signs of even being part Lycan. Growling in frustration Derek stomped out of the bus and into the wide space, determined to shake some sense into the girl. Derek marched to the where the loan –barely held together—bunk bed when the sight of her sleeping form stopped him. All previous resentment he had diminished instantly like water to flame, there she rested on her back the large jersey she brought she had used as a blanket and it was now tangled between her legs, she didn't sleep lady like at all but the pure serene look on her pretty face did strange things to his insides. Derek couldn't stop his features from softening at the sight of her, his gaze fell on scratch that ran down her arm, it was small and barely noticeable but Derek wondered why it wasn't healing.

Realization dawned to him; he must have inflicted it unintentionally, she suddenly shifted grabbing the Alpha's attention, she rolled on to her side facing him and curled up to trap heat to keep warm since her make shift blanket failed miserably. Derek sighed shaking his head in disbelief, turning around he walked into his train once more before emerging with an old grey blanket he had managed to steal from the motel rooms he used to stay in, he walked over to her unsuspecting form and gently draped the blanket over her.

Derek stood towering over her, watching her sleep for a moment his thoughts drifting. Meg wasn't the type of girl he was used to dealing with; managing Erica was much simpler than her. Erica although itched to retaliate was more fearful of what Derek was capable of, Meg on the other hand didn't show fear or any intention of retaliating, she was all smiles and carefree and it bothered him. Derek frowned, he knew had to up his game in tomorrow's training session, he couldn't let her inability to feel angry slide, he had to get her to turn and learn to control her wolf form if she was planning on surviving.

"What are they saying?" Stiles asked eagerly poked Scott who tried to eavesdrop on Derek's Betas from their seat at the canteen table; the teen wolf scowled glaring at his best friend.

"Will you shush Stiles? I can't hear them over the sound of your voice." He snapped and Stiles brought his hands up in submission.

"Alright," Scott sighed and tried again drowning out all the other noise in the cafeteria and just focusing on them at the far end of the canteen. Isaac and Boyd sat opposite Meg and Erica; -boys had their backs facing the cafeteria door— Erica sat over the edge of the bench with one leg over the other and picking at her nails jadedly, Meg was munching on a sandwich while Boyd ate his usual bag of Doritos and Isaac drank from a bottle of water.

"I can't believe you still haven't shifted, how can you not get angry?" Isaac inquired directing his question at Meg.

"I don't know I just never had a reason to." Meg answered after gulping down her bite before taking another; Erica glanced over her shoulder at the dark haired teenager with a look of complete resentment in her eyes.

"What? Is your life oh so perfect little Miss Goody Two Shoes." She snarled narrowing her hazel gaze on Meg who blinked thoughtfully.

"Well no, I just found it an unnecessary emotion, being angry is like holding hot coal in your hand with the intention of throwing it, you are the only one getting burnt." Meg stated her chin coming up a notch and wagging one finger in the air, Boyd smiled at her words before lowering his gaze.

"Quoting Buddha," His reply surprised Meg; slowly a smile curved her lips clearly impressed by his knowledge.

"Dude you are awesome." She stated factually and they fist bumped before Meg resumed eating.

"Whatever, Derek is getting pissed Meg; I wouldn't be surprised if he kicks you out." Erica added maliciously, startling Meg who stared wide eyed and anxious.

"Oh I hope not, I like our little gang, you guys are fun, even you Erica with your tongue lashing, and it entertains me." She said simply glancing at Erica with a tender smile curving her lips, the blonde was surprised by Meg's words not used to such pleasantness, and she scowled and turned away trying to seem unaffected.

"I am sorry I am such a terrible werewolf you guys," Meg sighed after a moment gazing haplessly at the triangularly cut bread between her fingers. Isaac smirked unable to prevent himself from finding her pouty face and sad eyes somewhat adorable.

"Its fine, I am impressed how you are able to keep it under control and besides you entertain us." He teased and flicked her on the forehead, Meg grumbled rubbing at the sore spot only making his smile widen.

"Yeah no one has been able to piss of Derek as much as you have, well other than Stiles," Boyd added before eating another Doritos chip, Meg couldn't help but smile at their encouraging words before her mind drifted at the mention of her childhood friend.

"Ah Stiles, he said the funniest thing in class today…"

Scott zoned out with wide eyes before looking to Stiles who stared anticipating his friend's next words.

"Dude I think Derek is trying to train Meg but for some reason it's not working out too well."

"What? Is he hurting her or something? Is the change bad? Tell me!"

"No, the complete opposite, you know how Derek told me that enough anger is what helps trigger the change into a werewolf?"

"Yeah so…"

"It's not working because Meg can't seem to get angry."

"Are you serious? Derek must be damn near pulling his hair out."

"I think so, for once Derek isn't able to manipulate his Beta's."

"But he is persistent; I wonder how long this will last."

"I have no idea, I am kinda hoping things don't go Derek's way and she ends up useless enough for him to want to get rid of her, it's better if she is with us than with Derek's group and end up getting a bullet between her eyes thanks to the hunters."

"True, oh and I did some digging."

"Digging, on whom?" Scott asked.

"Meg, I asked her about her dad when we were in Chemistry together and she tried to avoid the topic so I had to find out on my own."

"And…?"

"Scott, he died nearly two years ago."

Scott gaped at his best friend's statement "What?" he exclaimed in a hushed tone.

Stiles nodded in agreement, sharing Scott's shock "Yeah, I found an article it's pretty vague but some lab experiment had gone wrong and there was a huge fire at his work place, he was among the casualties."

"Does your dad know about this?" The teen wolf inquired glancing in Meg's direction, she was engrossed in a conversation with Boyd all smiles and merry.

"He doesn't know she is here yet, I might tell him today because I found an alibi for her long term stay here." Stiles informed, glancing over his shoulder at Meg for a moment before turning to Scott.

"What?"

"Meg's grandma is in the Beacon Hills." Stiles stated.

"Shouldn't she be looking for Meg then?"

"That's what I was wondering too."

"Should we tell her that Meg's here? So Meg will have to go stay with her grandmother,"

Stiles dead-panned at Scott's words and shot him a sardonic look "And what, on a full moon the granny can wonder what big ears Meg has?" Scott rolled his eyes.

"Why hasn't Meg said anything about her grandma?" The werewolf asked Stiles shrugged haphazardly.

"Family issues I don't know" He mumbled.

"Well we have to find out" Scott insisted before a silence fell among them.

"SO what else did they say?" Stiles asked most inquisitively.

"Nothing else, Meg started talking about this funny joke you said—"

"She said that, what else?" Stiles cried a little too eagerly which earned him a questioning look from Scott; he simpered and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What, it's just the first time a girl thought I was funny." He garbled sinking into his chair.