A/N: Okay before you do anything I've changed a few things so its worth a read because in the later chapters I'm going to be changing a few things and you need to keep up with the story from the very beginning so watch this space for chapter's three and four with in the next 16 hours or so.

Flashback.

The leaves crunched under my feet as I approached him, Peter. The smell of burnt flesh, blood and singed hair lay floating in the air, I would've gagged had I not been so focused on him. His face, although his wolf abilities had healed the once half scared side of his face, was now subjected to multiple layers of burnt skin, the edges now burnt to a crisp as they criss crossed between patches of raw flesh all over his body. Areas that were still subjected to the dying embers of the flames were simmering under the heat and giving off pockets of smoke. What was once a man I used to know so well now resembled a burnt piece of timbre, except that now I thought about it the man I knew was burnt alive in the fire of the house that was now left in shambles and barely still standing a few feet behind me, what was left now of Peter was a monster. A monster who had spent years recuperating inside the empty body of Peter, void of feeling any hint of emotion, carefully planning its revenge as it grew stronger and stronger with each Full Moon but right now this monster was receiving the same fate as Peter did so many years ago. As I took the last few steps towards the burnt shell of Peter I faintly heard Scott move but my attention was focused else where, stepping over the body I slumped down to one knee.

"WAIT!" Scott exclaims from behind me. "You said the cure comes from the one that bit you." He gushes out, gritting my teeth as he stalls me from my next move I close my eyes to gather my thoughts. "Derek, if you do this then I'm dead! Her father! Family. What am I supposed to DO!?" Slowly anger starts to consume me, he wants to kill Peter himself so he can become human again but I cant help but think about what Peter also did to my sister, to me and to his other victims even if it was for my family. I hear as his heart beat rises as he pants out his breath as an internal battle goes on inside of me.

"You've... Already... Decided." Opening my eyes I glare down at Peter as he wheezes out his words, I watch as he wrestles with his breathing before moving his gaze to me, his lips lifting up into a snarl. "I can already smell it on you." Baring his teeth to me in one final attempt of power, his eyes begin to change red as his breathing speeds up. And yet he was right, I've already decided, closing my I silently agree that I should be the one to kill him, Scott shouldn't have to live with killing someone. Raising my arm above me I extend my claws;

"Wait! No. No. No, don't." I swipe my arm down, my sharp claws piercing through his throat, ripping through his windpipe in one quick movement. Blood splatters upon fallen leaves beside us and I watch as Peter gurgles through his last few breaths, the red aura of his eyes leaving them. And that's when I feel it, like a wave of water washing over m the exchanging of power, strength and status. I role my shoulders as I revel in the growth of my senses, already taken note of the changes of I could now smell, taste, hear, touch and see. Flexing the muscles in my arms I turn to look at Scott, my vision blurring over with a red haze.

"I'm the Alpha now!"

Something In The Air.

With the Sun beaming its glorious heat against my back, I still couldn't believe it. I stared at myself in the broken mirror of the broken remnants of my bathroom. My eyes critically analysing the body that was in front of me, working their way up from the legs to the face that was staring back at me. To once again become slightly awed that this was in fact me. From my point of view of what I could see my human body had defiantly adapted to the change of status, growing with more muscle, strength, stealth and ease. I'd grown a few inches in height too, I barely look the human age of twenty-two anymore except now I had an even more dark and dangerous edge to my being but I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. I could still taste the copperish tinge of blood from when I first started to build my pack a few months ago, even though I had brushed my teeth almost a thousand times since then, vigorously and thoroughly too, it still left and pardon the pun but a horrible taste in my mouth. Maybe this was why it was easier having packs that were built with those who were born as werewolves. Like some fucked up and twisted way of fate saying their blood is on your hands now, you decide their future.

Sighing I comb my fingers through my hair and I think back to that night, after Scott, Stiles, Jackson and the Argent's had left, in their own states of shock, I stood overlooking the mess around me, I owed Peter enough to not the let the authorities take his body because God knows what would happen if they performed an autopsy, but a part of me was still too entirely pissed at the shit he'd caused so I wasn't going to give him the proper burial instead I went onto moving and burying his body under the confines of the house. Out of sight and out of mind for the time being as I adjusted to things. The Argent's had left Kate where she was, only changing one thing in her appearance, clasping the necklace that held a pendant with a wolfish shaped creature engraved on it around her neck. This pendant was a clue to my sister's hunt to finding who was responsible for my family deaths as they were burnt alive. This was now a clue to the authorities of who was responsible for my family's death, which then lead onto them pinpointing out the murders as a means of Kate covering her tracks, this was the only reason I was grateful of the Argent's for that.

I'd hidden myself from out of site within the house when the Sheriff arrived with his deputies, I could pretty much hear the cogs turning in the Sheriff's head when he found Kate's body, as he began to piece everything together. It was a few hours later when they all left, taking the body and a few other pieces they deemed as evidence with them and left me to my thoughts, trying and failing to get my head around the fact that I'd killed my Uncle/ Best friend to become an Alpha. Blinking myself out of the memory I make my way out of the bathroom and down the stairs, coming to a halt in the foyer I'm pulled back into another memory, this was now marked as the very spot where I had bitten Jackson. Working on autopilot I pull my jacket on and recall the moment Jackson walked into the burnt shell of the house.

Flashback.

"Derek." A voice called out into the silence, echoing off of any solid object in the house, pulling me from out of my thoughts of my sister of what her last moments where like. "Derek!" The voice said more forcefully. This kid just never took the hint. I almost growled. Guess it was time to show my face. I stalk along the shadows, coming to a halt at the top of the stairs to glare down at the little spoiled rich bastard. Catching sight of me he squares his shoulders and tries to act macho, but now that I was Alpha it just seemed like second nature to glare at him even more and unconsciously squaring my own shoulders and standing fully at my new height. "I - I helped you." He stutters and I cant help but want grin as he struggles to keep his composure. "I -" He splutters. "I helped save you." Oh really now, so this is how it goes? I walk forward, so that the tips of my shoes rest on the edge of the top step. His heart rate increases and I revel in his fear, enjoying myself just a bit more enthusiastically. "Okay, you got what you wanted." He pauses and then almost looks up confused at me. "You got what you wanted." Yes Jackson, I got what I wanted. My last family member killed by my own hand, of course its what I wanted. But then he masks his confusion over with his usual stuck up pretty boy persona. "Now its time I get what I wanted." So that's why he had come, he could'nt've given me a bit more time could he? Leaping from the top step almost surprised at what little force I'd used to take off with, I curl my legs under me before snapping them back out before I hit the ground, landing in a crouch I raise myself up somewhat slowly, my expression must've scared him because his face showed his panic and he started to step back. This IS what you wanted Jackson. In order to become a werewolf you're either born or bitten. Nobody said that being bitten was a pleasant experience though. Feeling my canines extend and my vision turn red, I bare my teeth before going for the kill.

It'd been a couple of months since then however a small part of me wishes that maybe I could have saved Peter, that I should've spent more time with him at the hospital because maybe, just maybe I would've noticed him trying to reach out but I didn't and because of that his rage and thirst for revenge had changed him from the guy I once knew as a brother and best friend rather than an Uncle, to the monster that I'd killed, back then I remembered how i felt as I realised that I was the last of the Hale line and that small stab of ice called fear that hit my heart at the sudden relisation.

So now I need to bring you a bit up to speed, every newly appointed Alpha regardless as to how they were appointed to that status, wants a pack, sometimes the pack members are family but unfortunately not in my case. Scott had taken his new lone wolf status to the point of no return and ignored any indication that I wanted him to join my pack, so instead I took to creating my own. Isaac was the first, a troubled teen with a shit for parent father that abused him. He took my offer as a gift from God. His stealth and lankiness to his build made him better equip for speed and his reflexes he'd acquired from Lacrosse made him a good addition and a pretty fierceful opponent to the pack, when he takes on board what I'm teaching him, next was Erica. The poor girl was bullied and cut off from the world because of her Epilepsy, her rebellion against her illness struck me, she was a fighter, no matter how hard she got knocked down she still managed to get up. Her transformation gave her a lot of self confidence and changed her body, made it appealing to everyone, however her small frame would make her impossible to catch, she could easily slip out of your grasp if she had. And then there was Boyd, now he was something else, a cast out like the others but the thing that got me the most when Scott tried to persuade him to not get the bite and not to become me, he replied that he wanted to be like Scott. Wanting to fit in with the rest of the world. Boyd was my final instalment, he had height and strength, making him one hell of an worthy opponent, one hard to kill.

Reason being that I was in such a hurry to build my pack was Beacon hills. My family used to own Beacon Hills, it was our territory. It kept other packs away as well as strays. However thanks to Peter, the killings he was part of wouldn't have gone unnoticed by the werewolf community. Right now I'd bet my car that the Alpha Pack were on their way here. The Alpha Pack is exactly what you think it is, made up of Alpha's. That is all that we know of, each Alpha had killed the rest of their pack in order to have their pack members individual abilities, making them much stronger than your average Alpha even though killing them felt like you were tearing off one of your limbs, these Alpha's quite literally had the power of their pack in the palm of their hands. It's another reason why I wanted Scott to join my pack, a lone wolf would be picked up in seconds by the Alpha's, if they deemed him good enough to be an Alpha he'd either have to kill another Alpha, that being me, or rise up to the occasion. Its something we would call a True Alpha, one that doesn't kill in order to become one only who can attain the status by strength of character. Scott seems to possess physical characteristics beyond that of a Beta Werewolf even though he was not a member of a traditional pack he is technically an Omega but has every inkling to become a True Alpha. That's why I wanted a pack, one that was strong enough to take down the Alpha or at least shift their curiosity somewhere else. Beacon Hills has be unclaimed territory for six years, no one wanting to try and take over from Hale's and the activity so far would've defiantly caught the Alpha Pack's attention.

As for Jackson, well so far he's survived the bite but hasn't shifted. This we all believe is down to Lydia, who as I believe is immune and somehow along the line she's managed to pass her immunity onto Jackson, which at the time would've explained why his body began fighting the bite, however that was not the case. Jackson became the Kanima; the Kanima is a mutation of the werewolf gene that cannot fully transform until it resolves that in its past, we found out along the way that it was the key he gave to Lydia where we thought it was the fact that he was adopted. Anyway the murders that Matt, you don't even want to know about him, caused using Jackson, which would've been solved had she given the damn key back when he asked for it, was revolved around his fear of drowning and those who were witnesses were now among the dead. You see where the wolf will seek a pack, the Kanima will seek a master. Anyway Jackson now having redeemed himself is enjoying the perks of being an American werewolf in London. Also on the funeral of Kate Argent's death, her father Gerard turned up. Needless to say Kate got her sick and twisted mind from him. He didn't abide by the code just as she didn't. So I had the Argent's on my tail for that, then to make matters worse I bite Victoria Argent. In my defense she was trying to kill Scott, something I'm guessing had to do with him and Allison or something. So she died without telling her family why she was bit, which left the remaining Argent's hell bent on capturing my pack and killing me. Hasn't been the easiest few months believe me. Oh and Lydia with her immunity managed to use my blood during a full moon, after blowing wolfsbane pixie dust at me to render me defenseless, to resurrect Peter.

And that wasn't even the tip of the Ice Berge.

It was discovered that along with motivating and encouraging the whole bringing down my pack to get to me with Allison, it turns out that Gerard wanted the bite. Human scientology hasn't created a cure for cancer yet but the supernatural has. Gerard imprisoned and tortured Erica and Boyd in hopes that I'd seek them out, so far I still haven't been able to locate them. Or Gerard for that matter after he took off, whilst Gerard had a plan, so did Scott. When Scott teamed up with Gerard against me and then further used me to give Gerard the bite, it turned out that Scott had managed to replace the drug in the pills that was fighting the cancer with mountain ash, another herb that averts the bite.

So now its just me and Isaac. Peter is out there somewhere, probably planning my demise so he can take back his status as Alpha, Scott and his idiot of a best friend Stiles were still getting caught up in bad situations and so far the Argent's have kept themselves to themselves. Claiming they had no inkling as to where Erica and Boyd are.

Even though the county owns my family's burnt house I still visit it, I don't know why but even though all of my family are gone and coming back here will only bring back memories of that night; the fire, their screams and that damn bitch Kate, I just can't seem to make myself leave. I mean we, myself and Laura, only left because Laura thought it best to move away, I thought it was to deal will our loss but I guess she was just being the big sister and Alpha I might add that she was and looking out for me, even as I grew older. Even now.

Struggling is an understatement at the moment, Isaac was favouring Scott's leadership more than mine really, sighing I leave my broken home and head to my car, my baby, my beautiful shiny black Camaro. If I ever figure out why I let Scott and Stiles loose in it so many months ago I will kick myself.

Opening the door, I drop myself inside.

"Looks like it's going to be one of those days." I muttered darkly. I live in a loft like apartment further into the heart of Beacon Hills, but even then I didn't want to go back to it, it was barely 9 o'clock in the morning and already it feels like its been a week. I spend most of my every waking hour searching for Erica and Boyd and still no fucking luck.

"Shit." I slam my hand into the side of the steering wheel in frustration and still forgetting my strength, I'd applied more force than necessary leaving a slight dent, rolling my eyes and intake a deep breathe and glare at the wheel further agitating myself as I spend the next ten minutes carefully re-shaping it before starting the engine and all but tearing my way along the earthy path towards the main road and head into town.

Life pretty much passed me in a daze these days, my mind too far gone thinking about building and strengthening my pack again and searching for Erica and Boyd and other things like all of the possible case scenarios that could happen if Gerard showed his face again and not to mention the Alpha Pack when they decided to arrive, if they haven't already.

Getting out of my car I felt everyone's eyes on me, the café I'd picked to dine in was popular and most of the residents of Beacon Hills came here. I stalked towards the door intent of shutting the rest of the world out, people near by shrunk away, hiding themselves and avoiding there gaze from my approaching figure, I guess being upgraded to Alpha status not only effected wolves but humans too.

The bell above the door rung as I walked through the threshold, I look up in frustration as it echoes around in my ears a few seconds longer then necessary. Super enheightened senses, there are always pro's and cons to them. I growled lowly as it rung again as the door shut as if to mock me more.

"Ah Derek dear, I almost thought you weren't gunna show up, you're never late." A croaky withering voice tutted at me, bringing my attention back to reality. Anita, the aging waitress was looking at me with a knowing smirk, one of which I never thought could be so intimidating on a woman of almost 70 years, let alone one at 5 foot. I stood up straighter to give her a hint as to what my mood was today and that I was in no mood to talk to anyone either;before walking with purpose to my usual booth as she stood behind the counter wiping down the counter with smirking, even when my new body shadowed over her as I walked passed and yet she never flinched.

"Hey Stan!" She called out, looking over her shoulder.

"What? You old hag, how many times do I tell ya woman not ta yell at me when I'm working, more importantly when I'm around the stove?" He had to smirk a little, Stan was the cook and Anita's husband, who had now popped his head through the serving hatch to glare at her, his heavy Brooklyn accent giving him a much more gangster like feeling to his being, even though his head peppered with grey hair he'd still give you a beating as good as Rocky Balboa.

"Oh stop complaining you wuss! Your regular 9 o'clock is here. So get cooking!" She waved her arm in my general direction just as one of the other waitress's came strutting up to my table to give me a cup of coffee. Stan swung his head around searching before his gaze landed on me, with a nod and a role of his eyes as to say 'Eh, Women?' before turning his head back round to argue his side, the waitress however I shrank away from when she arrived at my table. She was 19, far too pale and a bit too skinny for my liking as well and to further put me off her work blouse was white and tight fitting, so tight that I could see her ribs not to mention the red bra underneath it. The already straining buttons of her blouse where going to fly off in my direction if she kept readjusting her bra in hopes to get my attention, hopefully one will head straight to one of my eyes, that way I won't have to look at the disgusting and unappealing sight in front of me, she did this on a regular basis too, as soon as Anita and Stan begin their arguing it was her cue to doll herself up with more make-up and gag worthy perfume.

"Morning Der-r-rek." She said huskily, purring my name even before bending over without reason as she serves me a cup of coffee, I grimace in response when I get a clear view of her cleavage.

Dear God! Send some other single male walk through the damn door! I thought incredulously.

She giggled, bringing me to unfortunately look at her eyes which were caked with cascara or whatever it is that chicks put on their eyelashes these days, her eyes were ocean blue but it was hard to appreciate it. I averted my gaze; I was well and truly repulsed by her mere presence let alone sight, not to mention uncomfortable of the smell of her perfume that was burning my nostrils.

"Hey." I grumbled as I stared out the window, taking keen interest as some kids that must've flunked outta school and were looking up my car. "Thanks for the coffee but Ani's already got my order." I mumble as I glare at the kids outside as they catch my eye, in hopes that she mint take the hint and buzz off. I automatically bare my teeth at them, making them jump a few feet back in fright and run out of sight, I gave a little smirk.

"So I was thinking, seeing as you get so lonely up in that big old house of yours in those scary woods that maybe you could use some company, somewhere to keep you warm on those cold nights, someone to comfort you when you get scared." She paused. "We could be lonely together yet have soo much fun too." My head whipped around when she she'd moved in further to whisper in my ear and my eyes widened as she leaned more towards me, as if it were more freaking possible. She was practically sprawled across the God damned table, how desperate could she get? I could feel the vile crawling up my throat and it didn't help that her lipstick covered lips were giving the impression of a pout but I was far too distracted however that flew out of my mind when the tracing of her fingers on the inside of my thighs crept into my mind instead. Oh hell no! I could feel my wolf snarling, itching to be freed and as when my vision started to glaze over in red, I snapped.

"You know what Kayleigh, you're right." I grin and she all but falls onto the table in shock, then her face breaks out into a wide Cheshire cat smile that I swear was going to dislocate her jaw if it got any bigger. "You are honestly right, I am lonely." I say and lean forward just a touch, she takes this as a sign that I intend to kiss her." But even then I would never touch you even if you were the last female on Earth." With my own megawatt smile I grab the offending hand before and gently might I add, I'm not a complete dick, shove her back but forgetting my strength I shove with a bit more force than what I should have and she stumbles backwards falling over one of the bar stools. She stares back at me and I try to hide my horror as to how far I'd pushed her back by looking at her, at her, ummm heartbroken? Yeah heartbroken near enough sums it up. So yeah, by looking at her heartbroken expression, though as you can tell I'm still trying to figure it out.

I almost laughed for the sake of it however when her face began to turn like thunder I jumped to it.

"You try too much, you know that right? It makes you look desperate and needy, you're putting yourself over for a cheap, emotionless fucking. And if that's the case why don't you go looking for the college boys and I'm sure they'll be all too happy to help you out. And besides if I'm going to cosy up on cold, dark and scary nights, I want it to be with a women. I wouldn't go for someone like you who thinks that getting her boobs out is how to get a man. Every woman knows that the way to a mans heart is through his stomach, am I right Ani?" I shouted the last part out for the aging waitress and smirked as Kayleigh stood there flabbergasted with her mouth opening and closing like a fish, her head pin ponging from me to Anita.

"Every woman knows that! And as for those cold, dark, scary and lonely nights Derek, you have a woman right here!" She says with the upper half of her body leaning out of the serving with a smirk worthy of my own on her face as if like she knew what Kayleigh was up too. "Every woman knows that if they get their boobs out or wear the sluttiest of skirts is that they are an easy lay. And no one wants a piece used goods." And with that she shimmies back into the kitchen and I watch as Kayleigh ran off, whimpering as she barrells into the staff room, tripping over her own too high heeled feet. I lean back satisfied and sigh in relief, hopefully that would keep her off of my tail for possibly forever.

"What was this about lonely nights?" Stan calls out as he leans around the kitchen door.

"Anita was offering to keep me company on those lonely nights up at my house in the woods." I smile somewhat awkwardly, not knowing what expression I'm supposed to be wearing in this case. He stars at me long and hard, so much that the hairs prick up on my arms, before a smile bursts onto his face like he's just won the lottery or something.

"Take her, I'll have her bags ready and packed before you can say Bob's your Uncle." And bustles back into the kitchen before I can blink. Well, wasn't the reaction I was thinking but never mind. I flick my gaze continuously to the door as I take note of the new food choices on the menu. As I wait, I ponder a few things, one that being a male werewolf our aura's are more appealing than human males, meaning we attracted women both human and supernatural alike more, which in turn is the same for the female werewolves.. And it's only natural to that the higher ranked you are the more you attract but damn could it at least be the good looking ones? I mean give a guy a break!

"I love winding that little bitch up, looks like you finally put her in place." Anita huffed a laugh as she set my plate, hell tray of food down and filled my cup up with coffee that dear little Kayleigh had spilt. Did I zone out to the point I didn't even now it had been spilt let alone cleaned up?

"She's been needing a good kick up the butt, she's giving us women a bad reputation. But seeing as I ain't the boss; who she consequently sucks up to if you catch my drift, I can't say shit about her or I risk losing my job. I've been working in this cafe since I was fourteen, I've survived eight owners, three fires, one explosion, five refurbishments and-" She pauses as she uses her fingers to count. "-thirty six good for nothing waitresses, one marriage, three kids, eight grandchildren and a dog." She smiles with a nod of her head as final word. "Who just so happens to work behind the stove." She mutters.

"I heard that bitch!" Stan shouts through the hatch.

"What have I told you and using coarse language in front of the customers?" She waits with arms folded before death glaring at Stan as he puts his head through the hatch.

"You called me a dog, in veterinary terms female dogs are called Bitches, so I aint using coarse language." He grins mischievously, a glint in his eyes as he waggles his eyebrows as he swings a spatula back and forth. A sigh escapes Anita as she shakes her head with a smile only ever used on her husband.

"Well I better be the only bitch you've been a dog to."

"You and the only other woman in my life that's had to put up with me." Anita stands to attention and bristles a bit and Stan jumps in before she can cause him any damage. "The woman whose name you took on when you married me, my Mother!" She relaxes a little before turning her attention back to me.

"Like I said, I've put a lot of precious years into this place and I don't need to be losing them for a little B-I-T-C-H like her." Rather than actually saying it now that more customers had come in she spells it instead.

"Yeah well a guy can only take so much you know? And besides you're too good for a place like this, I'm sure those years meant a lot but right now I think you should be enjoying the rest of life a bit more now." I replied back whilst hungrily eyeing the delicious looking food that smelled so damn good in front of me.

She huffed out another laugh, this time louder, more heartfelt and then went on to whack a hand across my shoulder; I froze. "Then I would miss seeing your handsome behind everyday wouldn't I?" She winked and I couldn't help but laugh. "And anyway I'm glad you set her straight, boy do I wish that you kids these days acted a bit more mature, then at least I might be able to put up with ya's." She chuckled as she moved off, shaking her head before she moved onto the next booth. I lost my concentration as the scent of bacon, pancakes and waffles glazed in oh so sweet honey hit me, now my en-heightened sense of smell was a perk on this part.

After quite literally wolfing down my breakfast, I paid and left before Kayleigh could get her mitts on me, let alone the rest of the waiting staff that was due in soon, one being male and very much gay. Before I really know it I was back in my car and on the road again. But the question was where exactly do or can I go? There wasn't enough hours in the day to put it bluntly, realising the route I've unconsciously chosen I steered my way back up the familiar woodland pathway that lead up to my wrecked house, the tree's; all rich shades of greens towering over like a canopy blocked what little of the sun that was showing today, the leafy graveled path crunched under the wheels as the car moved slowly before coming to a stop, I put it in park and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Sighing again I look at the time; 11:15. Groaning I open the door, just as I position myself to get out the breeze blows and a sudden scent tickles my nose, it was a scent I didn't recognise, a scent that was fresh, a scent that held the tiniest traces of wet dog on it.

There was a foreign werewolf on my territory.

Alright! So yes yet again I've been the little devil in disguise and tricked you into thinking I've uploaded a new chapter. But I haven't just improved the first yet again. But hey, least its given you something to read.