Derek

"You remind me so much of Talia," Deaton smiled while leaning against the counter in Scott's kitchen, sipping leisurely on his cup of coffee. After moving Scott's furniture, we made two small circles of mountain ash in the living room where the two little wolves were now sitting. Their howls echoed in the hallway, bouncing off the walls.

"I miss her," I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "She's the one who those kids need right now, not me."

"She's always with you," He tells me, and I can't help but stifle a laugh. "You think I'm joking, Derek, but I'm not. Talia will always be with you, she lives in your memories."

"Doesn't do me a lot of good." I scoffed. "It's not just them that need help. Andy too, but I don't know how."

"Andy?" Deaton frowned. "He's having troubles with control?"

"He's an alpha now." I nodded, taking a sip from my warm cup. "He's never had to control this much power on a full moon, and I know it's taking a lot from him. I gave him the triskelion earlier, but I'm not sure how much it will help."

"The triskelion." Deaton smiled, as if reminiscing. "I remember when your mother made me make it. A tool for your older sister, Laura to use."

"Laura," I smiled, I tried not to think about her, but every once and awhile, her memory slipped through. "I miss her too." Howls echoed in from the living room, each wail seeming to get louder as the night dragged on.

"We will need a more remote place for the next full moon," Deaton insists, changing the subject. "I doubt Melissa's neighbours are thrilled about the noise." I nod, taking another sip of coffee. My mother and Laura should be the ones teaching these kids, not me.

Andy

I could barely breathe, leaning up against a tree for support, I tried to control my feelings, but it was no use. Nothing was working. I tried to keep my memories at bay, but it was as if the mental dam inside had collapsed, everything I tried to bury down was rushing to the surface.

"Alpha," I coughed, clenching my fist to draw blood with my claws. "Beta." Nothing was working. "Omega."

"Why are we here Gabriel?" A little version of me croaks. The high pitch squeak is so loud in my head, it's ringing.

"No," I groan, trying to stop it. "Alpha,"

"It's a nice day out, that's why." Gabriel responds kindly. "And I'd like you to meet the others, to have fun. To be free."

"Others?" I frown. "What others? What's fun?"

"Did you think you were the only one?" He asks, clearly amused. "And fun is whatever you want it to be."

"I thought I was too little to join the pack?" I mutter, confused. He had led me to a field of grass and flowers with trees bordering it. "And is fun anything like training?"

"Beta," I cried, begging the memory to stop. Anything but this memory.

"You are," Gabriel nodded. "You are about to meet some of the other kids in my care, Andy. And no, not if you don't want it to be."

"This is confusing. There are more like me ?" I asked, wide eyed. As we make our way to the middle of the field, I can make out several blobs sitting far apart from each other in the grass.

"Yes, they are like you. You will all be with the pack soon enough." Gabriel nods. "But for today. You will meet. Sit there,." He nods at the ground, and after I obey, he makes his way to the centre of the group.

"I've brought you all here today, so you can mingle freely for an afternoon." Gabriel's voice echoes through the clearing. "No need for names, the time for that will come when you meet the pack. For now, just join together and play."

"Play?" a little boy on the other side of Gabriel mutters.

"Yes," Gabriel nods. "Have fun, be free, for it will likely be the last chance you get." he mumbles grimly. I didn't understand it then, but now I do. Gabriel was testing us, to see who we really were.

"Omega," I breathed, hitting my head against the tree. It didn't help to stop the memory.

"Is it part of our training?" A small girl asks Gabriel. She's the closest one to me, her brown hair glimmering in the warm sun.

"Yes" Gabriel nods. "I'll be back, and while I'm gone, I want you all to have fun. Climb the trees, pick some flowers, chase each other around, whatever. Anything you want." He smiles before leaving our group.

"This doesn't make sense." A boy scoffs, crossing his arms. "What are we supposed to do?"

"Anything we want." I shrug, repeating what Gabriel said. I was slowly understanding that Gabriel wanted us to have this small shred of freedom, to do something that pleased us for once.

"How does that make us stronger werewolves?" A red haired girl snaps.

"Yeah, this is dumb." A dark skinned boy shook his head. "What is "Fun" supposed to mean anyway?" I grabbed a handful of grass, slowing thinking about what to do with it. Without another moment's thought, I threw it at the girl closest to me, who seems appalled.

"Whatever we want it to be." I grinned, getting to my feet as she drew near to attack.

"What was that for?" She hissed, claws out as she tried to chase me. I was much too fast, darting around all the other wolves who were still sitting in the grass.

"For fun." I shrugged, locking eye contact. Her green eyes flashed yellow for a brief moment before she calmed herself down, and started laughing. I didn't know why, but I started laughing too. It felt good to laugh. She hit me on the shoulder before dashing away, and now it was my turn to chase her.

The others didn't do anything; just sat and watched us chase each other. When we got tired, we sat in the flowers. I didn't know what I was doing, but I started to pick the flowers, weaving them together. When I finished, it was a circle, which for some reason, I felt compelled to place it on her head. She flinched as I came near, but let me place the flowers on top of her hair, smiling when I sat back to admire my work.

"Maddy," I sobbed, crashing to the ground as my knees gave way. I wanted to forget that day so bad. The day we first met, before we even knew what we would become. We were so innocent, and I hated it. I hated Gabriel for giving us that one, peaceful day. The day that would burn in my memory, that gave me a false hope of freedom.

I wish I could go back to that day, when Gabriel left us. I know there was another reason Gabriel had offered us freedom, I didn't see it then, but I do now, clear as day. He had given us a chance to run. To be free, but none of us had taken it. I know that if any of us had bolted, he wouldn't have tried to find us. But instead we all stayed, and in doing so, sealed our allegiance to the pack when Gabriel returned for us at sundown. I should have taken your hand and ran without looking back. I'm sorry, Maddy.

Something inside me changed. I could feel the power surging through me, I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. A loud, hungry, monstrous growl forced itself out, echoing through the dark forest. Pain surged through my body as I shifted, but it was like no pain I'd ever felt. My bones felt like they were breaking in half, when it finally stopped, my clothes were torn to shreds on the ground and I could barely breathe. I couldn't help but let out another blood curdling howl before sprinting as fast as I could.

Melody

At its full peak, the moon illuminated the dark forest, crickets chirping to break the eerie silence. I had my back pressed against a tree while I sat, knees tucked against my chest, waiting for the sun to rise. I had left Andy alone, as he had asked, but I didn't want to go too far, just in case.

I could feel my power surging inside me, but years of training made it easy to hold back. It felt almost like a tickle, but inside my veins, flowing through each limb. Gabriel had taught me to give in to all that power, to feel every ounce in each muscle with every breath, to take control. It was as familiar as blinking.

I was laughing, watching a chubby raccoon struggle to climb up a tree when I heard the howl. It was a sickly, ear-piercing, disturbed howl, but it sounded faintly like Andy's, which got me to my feet instantly. Heart pounding, I listened carefully for my brother, and sprinted towards his scent once I caught it.

"Normally when someone has at least three kills, they don't stop there. Andy probably won't either." I shuddered at Stiles's words stuck in my head, and I prayed that I was just imagining the scent of fresh blood that wafted through my nostrils.

Hey! I know its been forever since I last updated, and for that I'm sorry. Life just kinda happened, and suddenly its been years since I last wrote anything, so figured I may as well use this self-isolation time to update my unfinished stories. If you happen to be one of those unfortunate souls who have been trying to keep up with this story since I first posted it six years ago, I'm sorry for making you wait so long between these last few updates, but I appreciate the reviews and the fact that you are still checking in. I hope you enjoyed reading this, and as always, if you've got any ideas, I'm always open to suggestions and constructive criticism.

Do you think Andy's going crazy? Should he have a murderous binge or just feast on bunnies?

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