Derek—for the first time in his life—was stuck. He tried being mean, bullying, shoving and just being plain brutal at his attempts to anger Meg but no results, absolutely none. It's been nearly 2 weeks of training every day, the others were progressing, not as well as he hoped but still better than Meg. He tried pinning her against Erica since the blonde held some strange resentment for the girl, or so he thought but by time even Erica didn't attack as aggressively as she is known to, even Erica seemed to have formed a soft spot for her.

He remembered all his attempts at aggravating her, Meg was seated at the bunk bed in the night like she usually does, using the small lamps hung around the frame of her bunk bed as a means of illumination to do her homework. Derek had walked over with his usual scowl and without a word merely picked up the book off her lap, made sure she watched as he simply dropped the book carelessly on to the floor. The hardback fell to the floor in a heavy thud; it was sprawled on the cold floor and open. Meg stared at her fallen history book for a moment and Derek had anticipated her reaction to be annoyance or dislike of some kind but then she had suddenly reached down and plucked up a small note that had slipped out of the book mid air and slapped on to the floor.

"Hey, I was looking for this, thanks." She stated simply glancing up at him with a smile full of gratitude that shocked him, before picking up the book carelessly and going back to her work. Derek remembered the way his fingers curled into a fist as he stalked off unable to even look at her without feeling such an internal rage. How can one girl be so damn happy?!

That's it! Derek knew he couldn't beat around the bush anymore; he had to confront her and demanded an explanation—for a subject that was unexplainable— His dark brows knotted together in irritation, his lips twisting into a scowl as he roughly slide apart the train door, nearly taking it off its hinges.

"Meg!" her heard jolted up from the book she was reading wide eyed and startled by the boom of Derek's voice, immediately she clamped her book shut and got off the bed, hurrying towards the train only to find Derek standing in the middle of their usual training area with his arms crossed over his chest and with very vivid scowl on his lips.

"Yes?" She inquired meekly anxious about the way he stared at her so bitterly with his grey eyes. Her hands immediately shot to her necklace, fingers fiddling with the crescent mood pendant always brought her great comfort under uncomfortable situations.

"Does your family have a history of mental disorders?" Derek question with his arm crossed behind his back, Meg titled her head to the side confused.

"Nope," she uttered smiling.

"Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?" He asked through gritted teeth, slowly stalking towards her, Meg took a safe step back.

"No…"she said while bravely holding his pale eyes that were gleaming dangerously.

"Are you high on Prozac?"

"No…what are you trying to imply?" at her soft inquiry his lips curled up into a snarl that was terrifying when matched with his piercing gaze, Meg's hold on her pendant tightened to the point where smooth edges of the ornament formed dents in her palm.

"Imply? There is no implication of any kind I am just wondering why you are emotionally incapable of feeling any anger what so ever." Derek exclaimed feeling his anger rising he wasn't the only one aware of that fact, but Meg refused to show any fear of any kind.

"Why is it such a big deal that I get angry?" She raised her raven brows knitting together, her amber eyes glittering with uncertainty. Derek scowled and was swiftly standing in front of her, his broad body towering over her small form.

"You know why, what do you think I've been wasting my time here with you for? Do you think I like training a bunch of teenagers?" He hissed trying to intimidate answers from her but Meg kept her famous patience in check no matter how much it was threatening to waver.

"If you don't then why did you bite them?" Her blunt words cut through Derek throwing him off balance for a moment, he mentally cursed and his grimace deepened.

"Do you realise the situation you are in?" He hissed his eyes flickering red for a moment. "Sooner or later the hunters will find out what you are and they will show no mercy do you understand? They will hunt you down and they will kill you unless you find away to protect yourself." During his repertoire Derek's gaze kept falling on to the long silver chain Meg continued to fiddle with, it annoyed him, watching those small slender fingers tug at that chain. It was a habit of hers; constantly playing with that adornment as if it would bring her comfort.

"How do you tend to do that if you don't turn hmm, with that silly necklace of yours?" Derek's fingers wrapped tightly around her necklace before roughly yanking it, the lock snapped from behind her neck as he held it in his hands for a moment before throwing it with so much force that it flew over her head and broke through the glass window behind them and disappeared. His heart was hammering so hard in his ears that Derek didn't hear the cry that left her lips as she ran after her necklace watching it fly through the glass shattering it in the process.

And the events that followed, Derek never predicted…

Regaining his steady heartbeat he sighed relieved without that pendant in his sight, Meg didn't feel the same way, Derek turned away to walk back to the bus when a low growl grabbed his attention. He turned back around to find Meg's shoulders hunched unlike her usual straight posture and then her head suddenly snapped up staring at Derek dead in the eyes with a pair of enlarged copper eyes that were glowing with an animalistic murderous intent; the fangs followed emerging from behind her full pink lips that were snarling at him. Her arms that were tangling by her side stiffened and her fingers sprawled and claws began to extend ready to strike, Derek took a step back on instinct not knowing whether to rejoice or run away.

Runaway, he is an Alpha; he had no reason to fear a Beta.

But that look in her eyes was terrifying, Derek could feel the way she felt remembering those emotions, one only gets that angry when something precious is taken from them so the necklace had a very important significance to Meg for her to react this fiercely. Without warning she charged, pushing off the balls of her feet with incredible speed before launching at Derek who side stepped but her clawed hand cut through his shirt ripping into his flesh. He grunted from the sting that shot through his body.

Megan –in werewolf form—was quick and agile which Derek was not expecting either and jumped at him again, low primal growls leaving her lips, before her sharp nails made contact with his skin Derek quickly wrapped both of his large hands around either wrist stopping them inches away from his chest.

But she struggled and attempted to kick him but Derek quickly pushed her back roughly, her body fell painfully on to the concrete before she went sliding back a few centimetres, he hoped that would have knocked her back into her senses but she scrambled to her feet quickly, crouching on all fours and looking up at him from under her dark bangs like a lion stalking its prey between a field of tall grass. She raced at him again and Derek was ready this time, turning into his part provoked form at an attempt to intimidate her with his Alpha status but she was unaffected, she was blinded by the blood lust. Derek immediately knew what he had to do next, the one thing that kept werewolves human.

Meg snapped her teeth at him and leaped once more, aiming for his face but he dodged and stealthily caught her wrist and pulled her forcing her arm to bend behind her back and holding her back to his chest with his other arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders seizing her. She struggled to break free but Derek was swift placing one hand on the edge where her shoulder met her arm and without warning he pulled back, a sickening crack echoed before an agonized cry left her lips.

Derek quickly looked over to her arms that were now slackened from the strain the pain had on her body, her claws were shrinking back to her normal nails turning that usual pale pink, her elongated ears –from within the recesses of her dark hair—were morphing back to their curved shape, he did not hesitate to lock her dislocated shoulder back into shape which sent another shocking ache through her being, acting on reflex her elbow swiftly jabbed Derek in the side. Not expecting is he grunted and his grip loosened and Meg pushed away, clutching her shoulder and taking measured steps away from him.

Her knees felt like jelly and her legs wobbled from the strain turning had on her body, she fell to her knees while gripping her shoulders she twisted her body so she was on her behind. Heavy pants left her lips that matched Derek who was also on the ground across from her struggling to breathe. Derek was watching her, wide eyed and speechless, she did not react to him the way most Betas did, it was quite terrifying how much of a danger she could be when angered, even his Alpha form didn't affect her. Meg suddenly looked up feeling the prickle of his stare, her amber eyes were ample and brimming with unshed tears but then she looked him dead in the eyes and he saw and read such a mix of emotion, shock, fear and worst of all betrayal, the way her innocent eyes were flared with hurt surprise made his heart clench so abruptly it took his breath away, he hadn't felt this guilty since he felt responsible for the fire that consumed his family's lives. Derek finally found himself seeing her for what she truly was all along, lost and so very fragile.

But the thought vanished the instant she was on her feet, turning away before dashing to the stairs and out into the world, Derek got up suddenly to stop her but hissed at the pain that shot through his abdomen, the gashes she caused had been deeper than he realised and took a little longer to heal. Derek knew going out in to the public with a ripped shirt and blood stains would only arouse unwanted stares, he quickly pulled the shirt over his head and grabbed his car keys all hastily so she wouldn't be able to run too far.

Stiles enjoys a cold glass of milk every night before bed, it felt soothing for the belly and it reminded him of his mother, she used to come up to his bedroom every night when he was studying or at least pretending to study. Stiles remembered her smiling face that snuck a peak at him from behind the door before entering his room with the tall glass of milk balanced small dish. It was the little things that kept his memory of his mother burning in his mind; his greatest fear was forgetting her face entirely.

So Stiles left the comfort of his bedroom for a moment, heading down the steps and to the kitchen, helping himself to the milk carton and taking a large gulp of it. His mother was more proper with the use of a glass but Stiles felt lazy that day and didn't want to bother with the tedious task of carrying a glass up with him. He exited the kitchen after his raid and jogged up the stairs –eager to get back to his mythical fantasy game—and entered his room he just on his desk chair when the presence of another person in the room startled him.

"What the hell Derek! Learn to use the doorbell like normal people." Stiles exclaimed glaring at Derek who was glowering by his window waiting for Stiles.

"Is Meg here?" The Alpha questioned hurriedly and Stiles's hazel eyes widened instantly.

"No, please don't tell me you lost her, oh my god you lost her!" He freaked jumping to his feet and raking his fingers over his scalp.

"Can't you use your smell to track her down, what about the bond from the bite?!" Derek scowled mid pacing.

"I didn't turn her you idiot and her scent led me here so I figured she was with you." Stiles dead panned abruptly thrusting his arms out, gesturing to the room.

"Does it look like a girl has been in the room? EVER!" He exclaimed obnoxiously Derek gritted his teeth not in the best mood for sarcasm from Stiles.

"Think, you know her, where would she go if not here." The dark haired male urged staring at Stiles who frowned.

"How the heck am I supposed to know, she—the park" He breathed his scowl softening with a new found realization, he looked to Derek.

"She would have to pass by my place to get there, it's not too far."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't know just go check; she was asking about the park a few days ago whether the oak tree was still there." Stiles insisted pushing Derek in the direction of his window; the Alpha didn't hesitate to jump out of Stiles window and onto the soft grass below before making a bee line to his black Chevy.

Derek went in the direction Stiles had advised him to go and sure enough her scent lingered the air, her own unique aroma it was floral yet spicy at the same time and extremely hard to place. Derek parked his car and hastily got out, following the scent that led him through the playground, past the swings and towards a tall oak tree, he narrowed his gaze on a dark silhouette crouched behind the tree, the smell was stronger now and he knew it was her.

"I know you are there." At his voice the figure shifted shrinking further behind the tree.

"Come and get in the car, we don't want any hunters spotting us." Derek ordered the only way he knew how but Meg refused to budge, he was going frustrated.

"If you are expecting an apology you are wasting your time brooding, I am not sorry. I did what I had to, to teach you the first lesson about being a werewolf." Derek couldn't believe the own words that left his lips but then again it was in his nature to be prideful and harsh when it came to the cold heart truth, but why did it feel so wrong?

Her long silence bothered him, Derek stood with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and Derek knew how to be stubborn too, so he waited until the night got cold enough that she would have to force herself to take shelter in the warm interior of his car.

"It's not just a silly necklace you know." Her shaky voice shook him from his thoughts; Derek stared at her dark figure.

"It's the only thing I had left from my father that truly matters to me and you threw it away without a second thought.

I could put up with your insensitive remarks, your threats, your bullying, but that…that was just cruel." Derek lowered his gaze the sinking feeling of shame in his stomach consuming him, he had to admit he might have gone a bit over board by throwing the necklace but –his fingers fiddled with a object buried in his coat—he was hoping to offer a truce.

"I didn't listen to them when they said you were bad news, I mean how could I? You saved my life and gave me a place to stay without any personal gain…I guess I am wrong about that too." Meg breathed her tone etched in sadness, her words sinking into the Alpha.

"So no, I am not expecting an apology, I am not expecting anything from you." Derek was taken aback by her words; although calm it cut through him like a knife the guilt only amplifying. She really was not the type of girl he was used to, she hadn't judged him at first sight and Scott and Stiles had managed to speak to her alone and attempt to change her mind about staying with him but she chose not to listen to them.

"I-I wasn't trying to change or enhance your opinion of me, I do what I have to, to survive and help others like me to survive." Derek sighed and took a step towards the tree.

"I need you to understand what you are up against, they are not the type of bad guys you picture in that naïve little head yours, these people burned my family alive in the house I used to live in, they are the reason I have trouble sleeping at night, they are the reason why I always feel the need to glance over my shoulder." Meg's eyes widened at his words, they burnt down his own? Killed his family? Things started to make more sense to her, why someone like had made it such a mission to shut out the world and they finally had something in common, they both lost family to a fire except her father's death was more accidental, but she still sympathized greatly.

The shuffling of his feet brought Meg out of her thoughts; she raised her head to find his form towering over hers. She stared up at him silently for a moment and Derek crouched down before her, his broad shoulders casted a shadow over her. After a moment of hesitation—and to Meg's surprise—he pulled out her necklace, the thin silver chain gleamed in the moon's light. Meg sat frozen as he gently placed the chain over her head until it rolled down to rest on the base of her neck, the mood pendant although slightly tattered was still shifting colours, now a dark blue. Derek stared at the ornament dangling and glinting in the moonlight for a moment before beginning to speak with soft insistency he never knew he possessed.

"They don't have a set of rules that abide them—they used to but not anymore— so I can't take any chances, I can't allow you to die knowing I could have done everything in my power to help you." Derek raised his gaze; Meg was watching him intently with her large ochre eyes

"I won't do it again, if you would just understand."Meg found herself believing him, there was no dishonesty in his words, candour shown through is odd grey eyes. After a moment she nodded while fiddling with her necklace.

"I understand." She stated, Derek resisted the urge to sigh wearily and offered her a large hand to take, Meg placed her small hand on his and he helped her to her feet.

"But you need to understand a few things too." She spoke up just as Derek turned to leave, she stared up at him with such bravery and determination he couldn't help but want to listen.

"I am not going to change, you may have found what helps me turn but that does not mean I am going to listen to every order you give me, I do what I think is right." Derek absorbed her declaration and with the sternness that hardened the angular precision of his face Meg worried that he might reply negatively.

"Fine, as long as we have an understanding." He said with a nod of his head, a soft smile grazed her full lips, reaching to her eyes.

"Cool" She uttered simply, Derek watched her for a moment before turning away and walking a head—in the direction of his car—when Meg's voice suddenly beside him caught his attention.

"Hey any chance we can stop by a diner? I could really go for a steak right about now." She asked loudly and Derek couldn't help but roll his eyes staring after her as she pranced ahead merrily, he couldn't help but smirk in amusement.

Now that the whole anger issue was solved, maybe she will prove to be a useful asset after all?