A/N: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters.

I'd like to thank all the readers and everyone who has posted a review. I really appreciate it.

This chapter is a continuation with Riley POV.

I'd like to give credit to my Betas, Dark Alana.

Chapter 18:

Preparing

The next morning I woke up in the master bedroom alone under the sheets as last night events come back to me.

And I smiled. Remembering the feel of him on my lips was just like heaven. I haven't felt that since the night Derek took Peter's side.

What am I thinking? Jumping back into Derek's arms so quickly? We shared a moment and all was forgiven. It's true; it is Derek's fault for Kate. He painted a huge target on my back for that bitch to follow. One might say that I helped him paint the target. He warned me to stay away, but our paths intertwined.

Tomorrow night is the full moon and everything that happened in the past doesn't matter anymore. It can't be changed. All roads would have eventually lead here.

Destiny sucks especially when you're its bitch.

I didn't want to get out of bed but the smell of bacon frying in grease called my name. Rolling myself out of bed, I made my way toward the kitchen. I took note that Derek spent last night on the couch again. We may have made up but not far enough to share the same bed again.

I stood at the table as I watched Derek making scrambled eggs. I must add that he was only wearing sweatpants. Making me in the mood for a different kind of breakfast.

"Take a seat," he said, "It'll be done in a minute."

Taking a seat, I tried to focus on something else. The sounds of song birds' chirming just outside the open door, but nothing compared to the sight of Derek bringing me a plate of food.

Oh shit! I am in trouble. Breakfast in bed it sounding extremely great right about now.

Damn these werewolf hormones!

"What's on the agenda today?" I asked, "Perhaps putting on a shirt."

He smirked. He knew exactly the kind of affect his attire, or lack of, was having on me.

"After breakfast, I want you to get ready for the day and meet me in the woods in an hour," he instructed.

"Vague but okay," I replied before finishing every last bite on my plate.

Just as instructed, I headed toward the woods an hour later. Walking around a little I realized he was no where to be found.

"Derek?" I called but nothing for a reply.

Moving further into the woods but still not having any luck finding the big bad wolf. Sighing, I got a trace of him and realized he's testing me. I breathed in again and tried to focus on his scent before, hopefully, walking in his direction.

After walking for what seemed like forever, I finally found him in the middle of a clearing waiting for him.

"Going Twilight on me?" I asked sarcastically.

He didn't look amused, "You kept me waiting for thirty minutes."

Striding up to him, "I'm sorry Mr. Big Bad, but my tracking skills are not up to the same level as yours. The next time you want to have a secret meeting don't hold it in the middle of the woods."

"I was testing you," he said, obviously.

"Duh, I knew you were testing me," I said, getting irritated, "What's the point? I haven't even turned yet."

"It doesn't matter. Honing in on your tracking skills can be done before the transformation," he said.

"Who says 'honing' anymore?"

Ignoring my comment, "You need to get a handle on your angry. Angry can trigger the shift at any inconvenient time. You can hurt someone without meaning to."

I looked away from him because I knew he was right. All this angry I've been holding in for days now, is bubbling toward the surface. Last night might have settled some issues but there are more.

"So, what do I do?"

"You can release some of that angry and begin to turn it into something else. Energy. Strength. Something to hold onto," he explained.

"Hold onto what?"

"Something that you can hold onto that makes you human and not a rabid animal when you shift," he said.

Sighing, "Red Riding Hood had it so easy. Where do we begin?" I asked.

"Hit me."

After hearing those two words, I could only smile. Of course he wouldn't just stand still for him to hit him. That's too easy. I have to work for it. Which makes me even more angry.

"You're not trying," he said, dodging me again.

"Well, try holding still!"

Jumping out of the way from another attempted hit from me, I lost my balance and fell to the ground, "What are you angry about?" he asked, standing above me.

"I'm not angry at anything," I started to stand on my own, "I just really want to punch you."

Derek stopped my progress by pushing me back to the ground, "No. There's something more to it."

Growling up at him, "Is this how you treat all the girls you bring to the woods?"

"Stay down," he warned as I tried to move.

"No. You're not my Alpha!" I spit out at him.

Up until this point, Derek would only defend me off with his open hands and not a closed fist. In that moment, I could tell he wanted to hit me.

His eyes glowed red as he pushed me further into the ground and stayed on top of me, "There's something bothering you. You have to tell me so you can move past it," he said.

"Get off!" I tried and failed to push him off. I was suck between a rock and a hard place, "There's nothing to tell!"

"I don't believe you," he said, irritated, "Is it Kate?"

"Of course it's Kate!" I shouted, "I will hate that woman until my last dying breath. Now please, just get off of me."

"Why can't you just tell me?" he asked as he eyes turned back to green.

Rolling my eyes, "It's you, Derek. I'm angry at you," I said almost at a whisper, "God Derek, this entire situation is out of my control and it's all because of you. I don't blame you for loosing our baby, but Kate came after me because of you. I'm angry that Peter gave me the bite and that it wasn't you. Peter, the most selfish man I have ever known, thought about someone other than himself. If the accident didn't happen, I would have wanted you too eventually give me the bite."

Derek listened to me as I went on and when I was done he was silent as he rolled off of me and sat beside me. I sat up slowly to look at him. He had a pained expression on his face and I felt guilty for putting it there.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"No, you shouldn't be," he said, "That night, I planned on killing Peter and then returning to the hospital to do it myself. When you were laying there in that bed, I promised I would fix you. Peter just beat me to it."

To break the silence, "That's something we have in common," she said, causing Derek to look at her, "We like to keep secrets."

"You want to go back?" Derek asked, referring to the cabin.

"No, I want to go back to trying to hit you," I said, "I was getting close."

"Not at all."

I gave him a look before I tackled him to the ground. We rolled around on the ground before I was the one to pin him to the ground, "Gotcha!"

"Not exactly hitting me," he said.

"Its close enough," I said before looking down into his green eyes.

Green eyes

Green eyes

Rolling off of him, I stood up, "What's it like?" I asked quietly, "The first time?"

Derek too stood up to join me, "It's different with werewolves born into it. Our instincts take over and the shift is complete. For you, the wolf instincts will kick in before the human part of you."

"Will it hurt?"

"It will hurt, but after the first shift the pain will subside and you're in control," he explained, "I'll be there to help you through it all. I don't know if that will help with the pain."

"Now I just want to crawl back into bed in a ball and sleep through tomorrow night. I'm scared about tomorrow. Everything is going to change."

"You'll always have me. You don't have to be afraid of anything," he said.

"Easy for you to say, you're already a wolf."

Changing the subject, "We should get back. It's late in the day," he said.

"I didn't realize we were out here that long," I said before following him out of the clearing. I caught up to him before intertwining our hands together. I was surprised he didn't pull away and accepted the comfort.

"Time flies when you are failing to kick my ass," he replied.

Laughing a little, "You're such a dork."

Entering the cabin late in the day somehow changed the atmosphere. We didn't say anything as we separated and went our separate ways. Derek made his way to the kitchen to make something quickly as I sat down on the couch which was his makeshift bed.

Slipping off my shoes, I brought my knees to my chest and held them there. I grabbed the pillow beside me and placed it on my knees to lay on. I was like that for a few moments as I listened to every step and noise in the kitchen.

As an unconscious action, I brought the pillow to my face as I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. Capturing the scent I followed in the woods, but this time there was more of it. The scent was intoxicating. I could never get enough of it. His scent was warm just like him and dangerous.

Almost like in a vision, I saw his face with one of his rare smiles that can melt your heart. It was as if he were beside me; welcoming me into his arms. Safe and sound. I was home.

Laying the pillow down at one end, I curled up on the couch and relaxed.

"GO JACKSON!" Lydia screamed at the top of her lungs.

Looking around at my surroundings, I realized I was sitting in the bleachers at school. There wasn't a lacrosse game going on, but Lydia was still cheering a few feet from her.

None of this made sense. It seems that I have been here before, I mean, I have been to a Beacon Hills lacrosse game before, but nothing like this. There was no action going on the field and yet Lydia was still cheering for Jackson to take it home.

Has…Has Lydia been stuck here?

I get up and walk over to her, "Lydia?" no response just more cheering, "Lydia! We have to get out of here."

She stops to look at me, "I can't. Not yet."

"What does that mean?"

Ignoring me again, she resumed her Jackson cheering. Starting to freak out, I begin to search for a way out.

"You're not going anywhere," I heard from behind.

Turning to the sound of his voice, I see Peter in the early stages of transforming, and he lunges at me.

Lunging forward as I wake, "Oh my God!"

"Its okay," Derek said, kneeing before me, "You were just dreaming."

"It felt more than just a dream," I said before sitting up.

He joined me on the couch, "You said Lydia's name."

"I did?"

"Yeah and you sounded worried about her," he replied.

"I don't know why. We're not exactly friends."

"No, but you're connected now. You were both bitten by Peter," he said.

"Not completely…What will happen to her when she wakes up? Will she be able to go back to a normal life?"

"When one is bitten, you either turn or die," he explained, "There is no other middle ground."

"It's Lydia Martin; she's not going to give up that easy."

"There's time later to worry about Lydia," he said, "I warmed up some soup."

Getting up to follow Derek to the table, I sat down as a bowl appeared before me, "Nothing like Campbell's soup to ward off werewolf troubles."

What followed was one of Derek's classic 'I can't believe you actually said that' looks. We sat in silence for the remaining meal. After the day we had or for what's to come, we enjoyed the silence. Tomorrow at this time, all hell was going to break loose and the fun was truly going to begin.

Shortly after, I got ready to go to bed. I was so tried I could barely keep my eyes open. Curling up in my nice warm covers, and waited for sleep to take me. It didn't. I stared out the window for what seemed like hours. I could see the moon in all its glory before the big night. How could something so beautiful bring on so much fear? It was mocking me and I didn't like it.

Sleep would not take me to save my life. I knew I needed my rest but sleep would not come. Rolling over to face away from the window, I realized I left the door opened ajar. Little light was coming in, which meant Derek was still awake.

Not using my best judgment, I whispered his name, within seconds more light comes into the room, and his figure is standing in the doorway.

It only took him a few seconds of me staring at him before he took long strides to reach the bed. I sat up to meet him as our lips locked. I practically moaned like a cow because I missed his lips. For a touch guy, his lips were soft.

He broke the kiss to pull off my night shirt and watched hungrily as my breast appeared. His gaze made me realize that I missed him in other places.

His shirt was already off when he pushed me against the bed and continued kissing me as his hands roamed. He left a path of fire down my entire body and when he pulled back my shorts a little and ran his fingers at my core, he left a blaze in his wake.

And I wanted more.

Derek was willing to give it to me.

XXX

I haven't been with Derek in a while. And it was completely different. Different in a good way, I think. I mean, I acted completely different. I was like an animal and the most exciting part was that I think Derek enjoyed the way I acted.

Since that fateful night, we both have changed so much. We have entered different roles and I think that changed the way we act.

In the hours that followed, I laid against him, naked in the main bedroom. I noticed claw marks on his chest and shoulders.

Looking up at him, I gave him a guilty look, "I guess I got overly excited." He only returned a heated look that made me want to start again.

"I'll heal," he said.

"That was…interesting. Complete one-eighty from the other times," I commented, laying my head on his shoulder, "It was more…"

"Aggressive," he replied.

I laughed, "Aggressive really doesn't cover it."

He sighed as if he realized he had done something wrong, "You should be resting. You're going to need your strength tomorrow," he said before sitting up.

I stopped him by touching his shoulder, "I'm not sorry that happened. I think I needed that…I think we both did." He turned to look at me, "Please stay."

He didn't reply as he placed an arm around me and lowered us back down on the bed. His arms were wrapped around me as I drifted off to sleep.