Megra stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest causes creases to form on her black tank top. Her glare was fixated on Derek that stood in front of her, browsing through her playlist on her iPod.

"Madonna, are you serious?" He asked sending a sardonic look her way. Meg rolled her eyes.

"If you don't like my music you can always give—"

"I can just avoid her album, or maybe make a playlist of my own, I get to keep it for a week after all." Derek cut in with a pretentious smirk playing at his lips. She gaped appalled as he continued to smile and took a step towards her with the tiny device in his large hands.

"No wait it was two weeks since you lost the third round last night."

Meg frowned glowering up at him, "You are so evil, it sickens me."

Derek graced her with a taunting smile before turning to walk towards his train when Meg spoke up again.

"I have a request."

"A request..?" He inquired gazing at her over his shoulder with an arch of his dark brows.

"This isn't a petty attempt to get your iPod back is it?" He asked snidely, dangling the music player above her, Meg pouted.

"No, I was wondering if you could drop me off at my grandma's in the afternoon, I haven't seen her in awhile and part of coming to Beacon Hills was to visit her." She answered honestly while scratching bashfully at the back of her neck while looking up at him with her soulful eyes.

"How long are you planning to take?" Derek tried to keep a straight face. Refusing to crumble under her wide eyed stare.

"Less than an hour I am betting, depending on whether she is planning on saying a word." By the dubious look in his eye Meg guessed he didn't understand her meaning.

"She has senile dementia," she explained.

Derek looked taken back for a moment before recovering and uttered the words "I see…"

"So…is that yes?" Meg asked hopefully, Derek averted his stare on to her watching her silently for a moment.

"Alright, once we are done with training of course" He instructed.

Meg sighed and nodded waving her hand in the air dismissively. "Yeah yeah Obi-wan,"

The sound of heavy foots steps on the steel staircase caught both their gazes. It was the rest of the pack heading down towards them. Meg's smile brightened at the sight of her friends.

"Hey guys!" She exclaimed, Isaac was the first to approach them smiling dotingly down at the ebony haired teenager. They were both oblivious to Derek's intense scrutinizing gaze focused on them.

"Hey small stuff, great weekend you are having eh?" Isaac mused teasingly which instantly made her smile disappear.

"The best." She grumbled with an eye roll, but her displeasure only lasted for a moment when Isaac brought her into another head lock.

"If you four are done wasting time, shall we get started?" Derek snapped just as Erica and Boyd approached Isaac and Meg. The newest member of the pack managed to worm out of Isaac's head lock and wobbled on her feet before looking to the rest of them with a grin. Then their smiles turned to Derek before their claws extended and then pounced on him.

2 hours of ass whopping later…

Derek paced before his train while the rest of his pack lay on the floor groaning in pain, he shot glares their way.

"You idiots haven't improved one bit, I am starting to wonder if those brains are even absorbing anything I am teaching you."

That was not the complete truth, they had improved a lot more than he had thought. Isaac had managed to lay a few scratches on him and Erica lasted longer than usual. Boyd's physical strength has improved greatly and he isn't afraid to cause damage. Megra on the other hand. Derek was proud to find she had been paying attention during his lessons and had more of a handle on her senses than the rest of them.

"He is nailing our asses to the floor and he is complaining." Isaac grumbled under his breath sitting up with his long legs sprawled in front of him.

"You got to admit that was pretty pathetic, the fact that there were four of us and one of him." Boyd muttered glumly from his sitting position on the floor between Megra and Erica.

"Hey we were better than last time." Megra exclaimed being her usual optimistic self while smiling in Boyd's direction. Derek glowered down at them.

"If you four spent less time soothing each other's bruised egos and more time being less predictable we would be getting somewhere." He spat angrily before turning to walk away when the smallest wolf spoke up.

"Hey I have a question." He turned to face her with his dark eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" He hissed although his expression was softening just at the sight of her. She seemed to be contemplating for a moment as all eyes fell on her.

"You said that an Alpha is stronger with its pack right?" She asked crossing her legs in a meditative style while staring up at him. Derek never felt more like a teacher lecturing a bunch of kindergartners from the way they all sat on the floor watching him.

"What's your point?" He retorted crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"So how do you expect us to defeat you when us just being around is making you stronger?" she uttered with a slight tilt to her head. Dead silence filled the air as everyone absorbed her words.

"That's a good point." Boyd stated with a new found realization in his eyes when they all immediately shifted their stares to Derek, awaiting his reply. The Alpha was seething, glaring down at Meg who chagrined and avoided looking him the eye altogether.

"It's not about who is stronger than who, it's about learning about the element of surprise, the hunters aren't going to be as merciful as I am, they have weapons specifically made to kill us." He stated with authority.

"But that wasn't what I was—"She began to object but he cut her off mid sentence.

"I know what you meant, I am not telling you to defeat me just because you have the abilities of a werewolf— you need to know how to use your instincts and your heads—Got it?" He looked to each of them. They all nodded satisfied by his answer, but Megra seemed to be contemplating his words with her pretty face scrunched in thought.

"We are done then." He concluded before turning away and retreating to his train. They all watched him leave before Isaac heaved a heavy sigh and got to his feet and the rest followed his movements.

"I broke a nail." Meg suddenly mumbled startling everyone.

"That's probably the most girlish sentence I heard coming out of your mouth." Isaac mused taken back. She shot him a flat look.

"What, nail breaking is painful so I stand by what I said." She insisted with an upturn of her chin. Erica was instantly on Meg's side.

"Maybe we should break one of his and let him know how it feels." The blonde suggested nudging her elbow gently against Meg's arm. The ebony haired girl grinned nodding in agreement.

"Thanks but I'll pass." The tall teenager grumbled under their gleaming eyes.

"We got thrown across the room—multiple times might I add—and you guys are fretting over a broken nail." Boyd said his voice and expression reflecting his disbelief. Meg looked to him.

"You have a point. I think I misplaced my appendix." She mumbled placing a hand to her hip with a concerned frown. Erica scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Maybe it's somewhere in the sewer, next to your brain." She snapped snarling playfully at her friend, Meg looked to her confounded.

"Are you saying my mind is in the gutter?"

"I don't know, is it?" Isaac murmured towering over her. Meg contemplated his words.

"Well this one time my dad told me to wash my hands before dinner and I didn't…on purpose." They chuckled staring down at the small female with glittering eyes.

Isaac tried to sober his smile but it was easier said than done. He was still amused by her small tale.

"You are so dirty," he whispered good-humouredly making her beam up at him.

"I am a bad girl." She growled playfully just as Boyd ruffled her head of dark curls. Meg couldn't stop smiling with that warm feeling flooded her heart again making her feel so cherished and loved, it seemed to soothe all her fears and she loved the affect her friends had on her. As she watched them leave Meg began to wonder what the feeling she got when she with Derek was. It was a different sensation yet the same, she felt safe with him and the urge to please and impress him was unshakable. She didn't like being crumbled to such a conscious, giddy wreck but she couldn't help herself.

Oh dear, Meg pouted staring dazedly at the concrete floor with a thoughtful expression. Her thoughts trailed back to the training session that happened two hours ago. She hadn't noticed it till now but he seemed to act differently in front of her than he did with the rest of the pack.

He was tenser and an authority figure to her when they were around but when they weren't. Meg suspects she might be seeing a glimmer of his true self behind those large defenses he had built. She began to ponder the reasons for his defenses. She guessed them to be formed because of his family's death but at the same time she wanted to know more about him. He is such an intriguing mysterious person but Meg knew not to cross her boundaries and hoped in time, he would trust her enough to share.

She glanced down at her wrist watch, it read five to two.

I better get ready Meg thought but then decided to remind Derek first of his agreement to drop her off at her grandmother's place. Spinning on the heel of her trainers Meg turned and marched in the direction of Derek's train, she knocked a few times before entering.

"Hey, Mr. Grumpy Growls."

"Don't call me that." She heard him grumble from within the darkness of his train. She peered inside with a smile playing on her lips. Derek emerged and leaned against a steel pole regarding her with his silver gaze.

"Need I remind you of our agreement?" Meg said with a pleasant smile.

Derek raised his brows feign confusion.

"Agreement..?" He echoed.

"Yup, you promised to let me visit my grandma after training,"

"I didn't say 'I promise' but I did agree." He sighed knowing he would have to do the tedious task of driving her to the location and then back. So much for a good rest.

"Where do you sleep?" Meg's curious question brought him out of his thoughts. She seemed to be trying to gaze over his shoulder but failed miserably due to the height difference.

"In here." Derek stated gesturing to the interior of the train, she gave him a look.

"Yeah but where is your bed?"

"This is my bed." He said pointing to two wide train seats that he had managed to squeeze together to form a reasonable amount of space to sleep in. Meg stared wide eyed at the singular pillow leaning against the metal wall and the blanket over the rusting seat.

"Are you serious?" She murmured full of disbelief. His lack of a response only made her heart sink deeper into her stomach.

"I really want to hug you right now," She said regarding him with such mournful glittering eyes. Derek tensed at the thought of her warm body pressed against his and at the pitying stare she gave him.

"Don't."

"But isn't it uncomfortable? I mean you just put two seats together, you lifestyle is that of a homeless person." She exclaimed gesturing to his sleeping arrangements, but Derek remained his passive self and shrugged haphazardly.

"I manage, now hurry up and get changed if you want to leave before I change my mind." He ordered pointing to the exit. Meg groaned rolling her large eyes.

"Alright I get the hint," She grumbled under her breath, shooting on last sad look in the direction of his make shift bed before exiting the train—on in Derek's case, his bedroom—.