More Than Just A New Beginning

Chapter 3


Derek bolted back to the current apartment block he and Laura were living in, it was an entire hour's run, that had his muscles burning even with werewolf stamina and speed. His heart was pounding erratically and not all to do with the running he'd just done by the time he got back. With shaky hands, Derek unlocked the door and let himself in. Grimacing at the old smells – mould, dampness and general rot – that came with living in rundown buildings. They had the money to get somewhere better – a billion times better - but Laura didn't want to risk them so she only got apartments that were illegal sublet. To say they were always in horrendous condition – especially for a werewolves heightened senses was putting it very lightly – but Derek never complained, he didn't deserve safety - Laura and by pack bonds Derek too was paranoid to the extreme when it came to their safety. It was the sixteenth apartment they'd been in since the fire. Although Derek longed desperately to settle down somewhere. Anywhere.

His mate, he'd found his goddamned mate of all people in New York. Derek closed and locked the door, slumping against the sofa, shaken and overwhelmed by what had just happened. His mate was FBI, his mate was human. The fact his mate was male didn't come into it, as all born wolves, they didn't care for gender, they liked who they liked, bitten wolves would liken them to all being bisexual, with the constant need to have a name for everything.

No the problem was that he was human, that he was FBI, he didn't trust anyone anymore, except for Laura, but human. Why did he have to be human? His eyes closed, a vision of blonde hair, Kate, flashing through his closed lids, the last human he'd trusted…had destroyed his life…killed his family. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, claws out, digging into his legs painfully. Blood oozed from the wounds he made, but the wounds healed easily enough once the claws were retracted. Fire and ash clogging the back of his throat.

The guilt and fear he felt constantly overwhelmed him, the fact he had told no one did not help. He was responsible for it, and he knew if he told Laura he would lose her…his only remaining family. Peter…Peter was gone, all that was left was a husk. He couldn't risk losing his Alpha, losing Laura by revealing the truth. He'd made mistakes, he relived them every minute of every day, and he couldn't escape them even if he wanted to.

Nothing helped, nothing eased this rock in his heart, the guilt was constantly drowning him, and add to the fact he'd just found his mate…he didn't deserve one, didn't deserve anyone. He'd killed his own family, he'd bought Kate's lies, some werewolf he was, he was pathetic.

Selene help him, he missed his mother something fierce, he'd do anything, anything just feel her arms around him. crooning softly, singing the lullaby from his childhood, when he was a small pup, or hear his dad laugh while he snuck him a cookie with a wink as if his mom wouldn't smell it on him anyway. The tears ran freely down his face, he missed his younger siblings and cousins, he used to complain about them something rotten, but he regretted every single thought, every single time he brushed them off. Vividly reminded of what he did every day, watching brothers interact with their sisters in the same manner he used to. Piggy back rides and teasing play.

He'd give anything to have them back, even if it meant his life, for he was worth nothing, he was worthless compared to the lives of his family. He wished he had been in that damn fire and died with them, he deserved it they didn't.

Instead all he had was silence, agony, loneliness and regrets. He was scared and lonely, but didn't want to let anyone in, in order not to be lonely. He would never trust anyone again, that included his mate, he couldn't risk what he had left. It wasn't perfect, far from it, but its all he had. He had no home, not much in the way of a pack, and the lack of pack bonds reminding him that his family was gone. He hadn't just lost his family that night, but his power too, strong the Alpha stronger the Beta, all those pack bonds, had reduced the strength both he and Laura felt, leaving them feeling even more vulnerable if it was even conceivable.

Eventually the light outside begun to change, turning dark, and the moon peeking out on display, very nearly round and full, and the tears slowly dried up. He'd sat there all day, shedding tears, remembering his family and simmering in his own regrets.

Too deep in thought that his wolf hearing didn't hear Laura returning, or the keys in the lock as she opened and closed the door.

"Oh, Derek," Laura sighed, as she entered the apartment, "I miss them too," immediately moving and curling herself around Derek, it was one day away from the anniversary of the entire packs demise. Tomorrow was the Wolf moon, something the Hales' had celebrated every year without fail, every January, it was a massive celebration that all pack's participated in. Last year, the first anniversary of the fire, the second year was tomorrow, and this time of the year was torturous for them both.

Two years since their pack had been taken from them. One hand it felt like it just happened yesterday but on the other hand…it felt like a decade ago since he's scented his mother, father or laughed at something silly his cousins or siblings had said.

Derek just whined, the urge to tell her why their family was dead was so strong. Yet he was a coward, he couldn't do it, couldn't get the words past his throat or lips. Peter wasn't the one that deserved to be left behind, it should have been him. What Laura had done to him had been so, so wrong, he'd begged her to get him out of that damn hospital so many times, but she refused. She refused to go near that town just in case the hunters were waiting. Fear and terror written across her face, and inevitably Derek had stopped asking. He couldn't even sneak away and go check on him, Laura had made that impossible without him defying his Alpha, the command had burrowed deeply into him. He wasn't to go to Beacon Hills, see Peter or call the hospital to enquire about him under any circumstances. He didn't even know if his uncle was still alive.

Laura had refused to take any chances. She'd known out of everyone in the family Derek had been closest to Peter, well, Cora too before she died. She refused to lose any more of her family to that accursed town. Peter would just have to understand that.

The exhaustion and lack of sleep had Derek succumbing to sleep quite quickly, wrapped in the safety of his only packmate. It wasn't enough, nowhere near enough, the desire for a pack overwhelmed Derek. He'd grown up in a large pack, it was hardly any wonder his wolf wanted more. Yet he said nothing, he didn't deserve more, he didn't even merit what he had.

That night Derek actually slept more than a few hours, and very rarely ever got the allotted eight hours of recommended sleep. The guilt and nightmares affected more than just his waken life.

He woke at four am, with Laura's comforting embracing still around him. With ease he untangled himself from her, and trotted to his bedroom, closing the door before he began his normal exercise routine. Which for a human would have been suicidal but for a werewolf…well, even being supernatural was pushing it. Not that Derek cared, he just wanted to punish himself, and it was the only way he knew how. Plus, with them being in New York…he didn't get a chance to shift into his Beta form often unless he was in the apartment. So this was his only real way to let off some steam except for running, but keeping it at a human pace wasn't letting go.

He was still at it when Laura's phone alarm went off at seven, he heard her curse quietly from the other room before she was on the move, having a quick shower and getting dressed, ready to get to work. Despite having a degree in Art she worked for minimum wage in convenience stores all around New York. He on the other hand was working on his Liberal Arts Degree program from Harvard which was mostly done online, the less human interact he did the better for all concerned. He sometimes had to head to Cambridge Massachusetts, but for the most part it was done online. He'd completed two years of the course, and only had two more years to gain his degree.

As much as he would love to just curl up and remain hidden from the world, Laura had demanded he finish school and gain qualifications. It's what their mother would have demanded and so Laura made sure that it was done. It helped take his mind off everything, lose himself in history or books that people had written, it was bothersome in having to box them all up when they moved, but he wouldn't leave them behind unless he had no choice. He'd already lost everything what more could be done?

"Do you want me to call in sick?" Laura asked, standing at the doorway of Derek's room, looking impeccably dressed as always. It was a stark contrast to the grimness of their apartment, which really, should have been condemned decades ago.

"No," Derek eventually spoke, he could go days at a time without talking, if not for Laura he probably would rarely speak at all. "I've got work to do," which was true enough, he had an assignment to finish and send off today.

"Alright, I'll be back later," Laura replied, easily and swiftly leaving the apartment, her heels clicking barely discernible on the floor.

Derek stood there panting in the middle of his bedroom, sweat soaked and exhausted, closing his eyes in resignation. Laura very rarely acted in any way remotely like a born wolf. She didn't scent mark him, didn't transform into her wolf form or Beta shift unless absolutely necessary which was never. She was an Alpha without a pack, she refused to add to the pack, make them stronger. It was almost as though she had cut herself off from her wolf, but that was not a good idea. Especially considering there were always hunters on their tails.

He should have told her about the hunters, he'd tell her after the full moon tonight, which meant yet another move. Hopefully the new place would smell better than this dump, he thought as he picked up his apple laptop from the bed, time to get to work.


"Has there been any luck with the pictures?" Harry asked his team as he made his way into the main room. Putting the trays of Coffee and teas down as he strode to his seat, he'd been to see his therapist this afternoon so he was a little later back from lunch than normal.

"Samara managed to get some of the pixelated glare off some of the pictures enough to identity them this morning. Unfortunately…so far they're the victims of the cases we've got on our hands," Jerry explained tiredly, gratefully taking the large coffee his boss had brought in for him – his name blazoned across the Star Bucks cup – this will allow him to get through the day. "We've identified the people in five of the photos that were perfectly ordinary, two are brother and sister, Derek and Laura Hale…their address on their driving licence isn't up to date. We've managed to get in touch with the remaining three, they're alive and well and don't see to be aware of why they'd be in danger."

"Nothing other about them?" Harry asked, glancing around the room in curiosity.

"Not that we noticed," Will confessed, "They seemed very confused about it all, and it was definitely genuine." They knew when they were being lied to.

"Did you get anything out of Scott, Zane?" Harry asked, Zane was their best interrogator, and Harry had nabbed him up before major crimes could get their hands on him. His stature and intimidating demeanour also helped along with how powerful he was. Mundane might not know about magic, but they'd sure as hell feel the menacing that exudes from someone magic when they were worked up.

"Other than the request for an attorney he hasn't spoken," Zane said, a scowl on his face, he wasn't used to failure. "But…I think…well, I think I might understand what happened."

"Oh?" Harry asked arching a brow, waiting patiently for Zane to speak giving him his full attention, his fingers idly tapping against his half empty Styrofoam coffee cup.

"I believe this guy was a hunter, his fingerprints were found in the car, he was dating the Banshee, getting close to her, learning everything he could. Along the way I think he fell in love with her, Scott evidently wanted something from her, answers, it's the only reason you'd torture someone. This guy intervenes and gets killed as a liability." Zane pointing towards the human that had been killed along with the Banshee in what was their original case before it expanded extortionately.

The human victim was turning out not to be so innocent in their view.

"It's plausible," Harry agreed nodding his agreement, "In fact its probably the most likely scenario, best I've heard yet."

"Doesn't explain why though," Jerry mused thoughtfully, hands interlocked and behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. "It's one thing to get rid of Supe's but why torture a banshee?"

"They're clairvoyant, they can sense supernatural creatures," Will suggested, "Sense death…"

"Depends on whether she knew what she was," Jerry sighed.

"They normally activate at eighteen, she was twenty-three, I'm going to suggest that she knew," Harry stated, "She could have unknowingly been giving away the locations of those of supernatural inclination…then when it didn't give them what they wanted they tortured her, or just full out threatened then tortured her."

"So what the names she gave were entirely random?" Zane stood, "People she had interacted with in the past?" people lied, gave half-truths, anything in order to make the torture stop, what she'd been put through was horrifying even to them and they'd seen a lot over the years.

"It might explain why there's both humans and supernatural's on the photo hit list," Will mused thoughtfully.

"Or, she was seeing they would become supernatural in future," Harry added, "Times like these I wished we were allowed to use Veritaserum,"

"It's not entirely reliable though," Zane commented, drinking what was left in his cup before throwing it in the trashcan beside his desk. "Only gives you what they believe to be the truth," he was glad they didn't use Veritaserum on all suspects, it was only allowed in certain circumstances, where a massive threat to supernatural life. It had to be approved by the president of MACUSA.

Approval was very rarely given.

"I have all the pictures de-pixelated, and it's not good news, ran them through facial recognition and identified every single one of them. They're all dead, the seventeen cases…and the pictures are all joint. The five clear pictures are the only ones that are alive, the recent ones, they didn't have a chance to kill them." Samara said loudly as she entered the room, preventing yet another debate about the use of Veritaserum. The blood left at the crime scenes revealed that they were dead, unlike the Mundane world, they didn't need bodies as proof. They however, wanted the bodies so that they could be buried with respect and with their names at least. "The first victims picture was taken over a decade ago, he's been at it for quite a while, meticulous and apparently only keeps the pictures as trophies at least three victims a year is his usual Modus Operandi."

"And his downfall," Harry added, "Now please tell me we have more than just circumstantial evidence against him for the other murders?" the photos were just circumstantial evidence, he wanted more.

"I've gotten through eight of the seventeen of the case files, and I've managed to get his DNA in three of the cases…partial fingerprints on one that has him as well as three others as potential matches." Samara told him, "I'm just about to begin the next investigation, they have some solid evidence for us," nothing the police force could find of course, but they had magic on their side and that was able to do things that ordinately Mundane things couldn't, and also wouldn't be able to pick up even with their extraordinary machines.

"Keep at it," Harry stated, "It looks like it's all coming together." Whether he speaks or not, he going down for a very, very long time. Twenty-three pictures they'd found, more digitally available, but actual pictures twenty-three, eighteen belonged to the deceased five were their new targets. What's the chances of them all being human when so far they were all supernatural? Seven werewolves, three werebears who were brothers at that, two Banshee's, a Werecoyote the list felt endless.

His gaze was drawn back to the picture of the Hale's, Derek and Laura Hale, Laura's face was angled away from the picture, but Derek Hale's face was fully visible, sharp cheekbones, covered in a two day scruff that suited him well, added to the sunglasses and leather jacket and car, he was unbelievably gorgeous. Their driving licence pictures were up next to it, giving DOB's, addresses and names of course.

Eighteen-years-old his soulmate was, young, Merlin only knows what he was, if he was anything at all. For all he knew his sister might be a Banshee or a Druid and thus they'd both been targeted. He just didn't know, and there was no swift way to find out, he couldn't just walk up to them and ask for their blood to find out what they were and most supernatural creatures were wary with good reason. Not a lot of them knew of MACUSA's existence, even less understood what MACUSA's FBCVT stood for. Having to say it out to the supe's was a mouthful.

The chance of seeing his soul mate again…in New York was…disheartening to say the least. Too many people, too little chance.

Shaking it off, Harry returned to his seat, and begun the tedious task of writing out a full report on the case. It was basically over with now, the case would be closed, another crime solved, they'd be moving on to the next one. It was never ending but Harry felt a sense of accomplishment each time he was able to give someone peace. The next thing they'd need to do was inform next of kin, get the bastard to reveal where the bodies were, and burials.

This was what Harry did for the next few hours, the general hubbub becoming a background noise as he focused on his next task. The others were clicking away themselves on their own computers as they gave their own reports. Which he would then have to look over and make sure they were done appropriately before they went up the ladder for the big boss – president of MACUSA – to read over.

"Here, boss, your usual," Jerry said, placing a Star bucks cup on his desk, along with his complete report.

"You all finished your reports?" Harry asked gratefully accepting the brew, while his team all confirmed they're done.

"Good, then head home, get some rest, all of you," Harry said, sniggering in amusement at the speed the others immediately begun packing up, calling out goodnights as if fearing he'd change his mind. They were out the door and gone within minutes. Not that Harry blamed them really, they'd been working near enough round the clock.

Shaking his head, Harry finished off his reports so that he had nothing to do tomorrow when he came in unless they were called to a crime scene.

"Boss? I've finished all the cases," Samara came in, surprised to see only the boss in the room, he must have let them go early, she pouted over that fact. "Do you want to hear it or will I just give my report?" holding a folder in her hand that contained everything she had to report on the cases she'd just been working on.

"Pass it over, head home," Harry told her, she shouldn't be the only one left behind to work when the others were basically getting the evening off. "I'm sure your husband will be glad to see you," he teased, Samara's husband was a no-Maj but he'd met Callen dozens of times at parties and BBQ's the team hosted. He was completely smitten with his wife still, you could tell by the way he gazed at her.

Samara barked out an amused laugh, "You're right and he isn't working tonight so it's perfect," excitement beginning to thrum through her, they could go out tonight, have a date night. It had been at least a month since they'd had the chance. "Don't stay here all night," she told her boss, handing over the folder in her hand, "See you tomorrow, Harry," and with that she went to gather her things including her phone in order to tell her husband to find somewhere for them to eat.

Harry sighed, flipping open the folder in his hand, spending the next hour meticulously reading over everything Samara had written down. He found that she'd stated quite a few of the cases had more than enough to convict Jason Scott with nineteen counts of murder, with only a small possibility of him getting off for three of the murders due to lack of evidence. Whether he had spoken or not, he was going down for a very, very long time. Perhaps they could promise to take off the death sentence from the table if he revealed where the bodies were. It wasn't as if Scott would ever be free again whether they removed the death penalty or not. Which was still prevalent in New York – the death penalty – and MACUSA went by the New York Mundane law.

Calling down he ordered Jason Scott to be moved into an interrogation room immediately. Standing up, he grabbed all the evidence that had been compiled, no doubt Jason Scott's attorney had a copy of them already. He'd certainly be earning any money he made on this case.

Harry automatically gave the time, date and people present in the room, including him, the suspect Jason Scott and of course, his lawyer Chad Dunn.

"We have enough evidence to arrest you for nineteen counts of murder," Harry stated, slamming the folder on his desk, watching the guys lip curl in disgust. "I'm going to give you one opportunity, just one, to do the right thing, and I'll take the death penalty off the table. Tell us where the bodies are."

"No comment," Jason Scott sneered, eyes gleaming coldly.

Harry glanced at the lawyer as if telling the idiot to get control of his client.

"After tonight this offer wont be on the table again, bodies or not, you are going down," Harry reassured him blankly, irritated at the psychopath in front of him. "You were denied bail, you're a threat to society, you'll be transferred the moment I sign on the dotted line. After that I will see you in court." Which he would giving evidence, which was the most irritating thing about well, everything.

"I'd like to speak to my client, privately," Chad Dunn stated firmly, glancing at his watch, luckily he'd still been in MACUSA otherwise this interview wouldn't have been happening.

"Interview suspended at ten forty-five," Harry murmured, pausing the tape and gesturing for the others to stop recording. The equipment immediately blanked and the red dot didn't begin up again, confirming that all recording had been ceased. "You've got it," Harry added to the lawyer before he stepped out of the room, ambling back up to his office, he'd forgotten his coffee.

It was a little cool but he drank it nevertheless, sighing softly as he stared at the board, hoping against hope that he managed to get the bodies back to give to the next of kin. Some had been waiting over a decade for closure, it was the least he could do for them. There wasn't exactly many places to dump bodies in New York for a decade and get away with it.

Gathering the necessary paperwork just in case Jason Scott actually decided to go through with it. The Death penalty usually did succeed in making them change their minds. He absently signed off on it as he frowned, trying to think. Where could they be? They had Jason Scott's blood…if they could do a live tracking rune going back a decade and find out when exactly they died…he could potentially find the bodies. Was it possible? The urge to call in Samara was strong, but no, he would find out tomorrow, he wasn't interrupting her to ask a question that might well be a resounding no.

Tomorrow.

The phone interrupted his thoughts, answering it, "Hello?"

"They're ready for you now," came Natasha's voice, presumably from near the interrogation room.

"I'll be done momentarily," Harry informed her, before hanging up, drinking the last of his coffee he put it in the bin before stalking out the room. Time to see if his tactic had worked and if he'd reveal where the bodies were.

"Interview resumed at eleven oh four," Harry said as soon as he was in the room and the recording and video was back up. "Well, what's it to be?" not beating around the bush, no pretending to be his friend, no trying to coax answers from him, he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of playing with him.

"He's agreed to give you the location of the bodies if the death penalty is removed," Chad Dunn stated, speaking for his client who was sitting there sulking with a hard look on his face. Frankly, he would have been stupid not to take it, the others he was with could have potentially gotten this deal instead.

"Where?" Harry demanded.

"Paperwork signed first," Chad immediately retorted, refusing to risk it.

"I'm not the one without honour," Harry said firmly, slamming the prepared paperwork on the table, already sighed and sealed.

"You have no idea what you're protecting," Jason snarled, disgust pouring off him in waves, he loathed the FBI and cops in general. No doubt his family was working to get him released ASAP, although he was surprised the family lawyer hadn't shown up, he did wonder why.

"Oh? What exactly is that? They weren't the one with police records that go back from the age of eighteen," Harry stated, it's how he knew that this guy was from a family of hunters, at the very least had a mother or father who were hunters. They find out about the supernatural when they turn eighteen, and usually that's when they build up quite an impressive record. They turn their kids into killers, they didn't care whether those they hunted down and killed were innocent or not.

"No Comment," Jason scowled, unaware of the fact that everyone around him was what he would call an 'abomination' and that he'd be in a magical prison soon enough.

"The location of the bodies," Harry asked, staring blankly at Jason. He honestly thought he was doing good work, how could someone become so twisted at the age of eighteen into believing murder was okay? He made a mental note to look into the Scott family and keep an eye out.

The address was spat out, he had to give them the information, he couldn't go to maximum security prison, with other death row inmates, it would be next to impossible for his family to get him out. It's the only reason he was contemplating giving up the location of those animals.

He had no idea that his life was over.

Harry blinked, slightly surprised but he shouldn't have been, he buried them in his own backyard. Typical serial killer move, like to remember their crimes, and what better place to do that at home? Son of a bitch, but at least they would get closure, it was the only way he could live with having to make deals with these type of scum.

There was nothing they could do tonight, not without getting a few odd stares if they used magic to illuminate the area. Without another word to the suspect he ended the interview, and walked out without another word, he was done with him. "I'm done, see him back to his cell," he informed Natasha, waving her off with the folder still in his hand.

He made his way back to the main room, as always climbing the stairs, he very rarely bothered with the lifts. He didn't bother sitting down, instead he grabbed everything he'd brought with him, as well as the folders, he'd read through them again when he got home. Sliding everything into his bag, he collected his gun, which he kept in his drawer when he wasn't out on the job as well as his wallets they too went into the bag and Harry was done for the day.

He apparated to his car and began to make the journey home, it was a good job he didn't bother with a coffee he realized, as he swerved to avoid hitting something that had jumped in front of his car. Swiftly breaking, he smoothly undid his seat belt and jumping out, he looked around, trying to find the source, he found nothing. No blood, no marks, and if he had been an ignorant human he would have probably been liable to believe it was tiredness and he was seeing things.

He wasn't most people.

Giving another look around at the mostly empty street, finding nothing, he realized there was nothing he could do. His gaze going up to the sky to see the moon round and fat, the full moon tonight. A Were probably, if they had been hit they'd have already healed by now. Wandering to the front of his car, he found that he definitely hadn't hit whoever it was. With nothing more to do, Harry slid back into his car, and restarted it, letting a car pass before he drove away, absently keeping an eye out in his rear view mirror in the process.

What he didn't see was a Beta shift werewolf trailing him from roof top to roof top as he drove home.

While Derek Hale's human mind had reservations about his mate, his wolf did not, and his wolf was at the forefront tonight. A wolf with simple desires, feed, mate, breed and protect, it was as simple as that. The wolf wasn't encumbered by the thoughts of potential betrayal, pain or loss they lived in the moment, unless of course, that their mate was gone. Now that wasn't a pretty sight.

Derek in Beta shift, watched his mate exit the black SUV he used, making his way into the priciest buildings in New York. A lot of the apartments smelt unused, only two other than his mates were being used, he could tell, even from across the building. It was two older couples living on the ground floor, his mate had the entire top to himself his supernatural blue eyes watched intently his mate pattered around before sitting on the sofa and begun to read black bag next to him, occasionally pulling more and more files out as he drank a beer.

His mate was safe for now, so the wolf decided it would be a good idea to hunt, but this was no ordinary hunt, no, this was a special one. Derek took off like a bat out of hell, running, jumping and avoiding both foot and vehicular traffic with ease.

This was a courting gesture, he wanted to provide for his mate, prove that he could be good. The biggest thing that could be found in New York was the white tailed deer, and that's exactly what Derek begun to hunt down, searching for ages for the biggest one he could find, in order to present it with to his mate.

Then begun the difficult process, getting the massive buck back to Harry's apartment, not easily done even for a werewolf in New York – the city that never slept – but miracles of all miracles he succeeds, by then Harry's apartment was dark and his mate asleep, fitfully at that.

He had nightmares too, Derek thought, as he crouched on top of the roof listening for his mate's erratic heartbeat and his restless sleep. He paid no attention to the dawn arriving over the horizon, the urge to go to his mate when his dreams got too bad that he woke up drenched in sweat.

The dawn arriving over the horizon didn't break him out of his state, but the phone ringing definitely did. Only one person had his phone number, his Alpha. Laura, his sister. He wasn't overly surprised when he was ordered to go back to the apartment with the Alpha voice.

Derek wanted to whine, but held it in, he didn't deserve a mate, didn't deserve happiness, he didn't trust humans, he would never act on it. Strengthening his anchor, reigning the rage to follow, before he did as his Alpha dictated, left his mate behind, time to tell her about the hunters, time to move, time to stop deluding himself that he'd ever be good enough for his mate.

He'd killed his own family he deserved nothing and everything he got.

He wouldn't tell her about his mate.

He wouldn't come again.

When his human rational returned as he went back to the apartment embarrassment surged through him, causing a red flush to crawl up his cheeks, hidden by his week old facial hair. He could only imagine how the human would react, disgusted primarily, worried, fearful no doubt, he'd probably terrified him, as if he didn't get enough of that at night as it was.

He hadn't lost such control since he was a young pup, and it was embarrassing, it's a good job he had no intentions of going back.

Intentions, funny word, it might be his aim or goal…but it didn't mean he'd get to fulfil them.

Derek would be meeting his mate again fully human this time, whether he liked it or not.


SO will Derek and Harry be aware of each other being supernatural? Or do you want to see chapters written where they are completely blinded to it and realizing a little later that they're both something else? Or would Derek not trust another human? I mean it took Stiles a lot of time before he managed to gains Derek's trust but even then I don't think anything other than sheer desperation – like being on deaths door – would lead Derek to asking Stiles for help! I want it to be as realistic as possible and I definitely don't want to wait 40 plus chapters to get them together like I did with my main pairing in Walking Dead Wizard LOL! Will Harry think he has two suitors now trying to gain his attention? One ordinary and the other a werewolf? R&R please!