Disclaimer: I own neither Power Rangers or Teen Wolf.

AN: This is the titular story of the Reconstruction series. It will be multiple chapters and involve some interesting OCs along the way. Enjoy!

If Laura had a favorite time of day, it was the twenty-five minutes she spent on the Staten Island Ferry to and from home. Sure, it was a long commute, occasionally lengthened by whatever New York Public Transit broke this time, but getting on the ferry was like a signal to relax. She wasn't on a crowded island spending her time working through classes, struggling to learn what had come so easily to her mother. She wasn't in a house that was alternately too big and too small, too loud or too quiet. She didn't have to push Derek to do something other than brood in his room, drawing and redrawing buildings. She didn't have to coax Petra into doing things with the rest of them, or hold her when she started crying over her family. She didn't have Justin teasing her through math or science.

She could just be Laura, and read something that had nothing to do with the Pack or school, something that would end happily.

Naturally, it was on that twenty-five minute ride home that her moment of peace was rudely snatched away, along with her book, by an overly tall, overly blond man with blue eyes.

"Excuse you," Laura said, "what do you think you're doing?"

"I think I'm talking to a wanna-be Alpha," the man growled as his eyes glowed red.

Laura sniffed and let her wolf off the leash just a little, "I not a wanna-be, what's it to you anyways?"

"You should get out of town, little Alpha," the man said, "Before it's too late."

"Am I supposed to be scared of cheap movie lines by a man who smells like he's in desperate need of a bath?" Laura stood up, knocking him back from her. "Grow up, man-child."

He grabbed her arm, "You listen to me, little girl."

Laura ripped her arm away from him and laughed, "Why do want to be villains always sound like a Bond villain when they get pissed off?" The ferry shuddered to a halt and Laura slung her bag over her shoulder. "Be careful," Laura said over her shoulder to the other Alpha, "things can get a little crazy on the Island." Then she stalked off.

It was only as Laura climbed on the bus out to the house that she realized she'd left her book with the Alpha.

Justin hummed to himself as he headed for the subway station. He always had a late lab on Tuesdays, so he couldn't head home with Laura. It left him twitchy, not being there to watch Laura's back. She wasn't weak or helpless, but Justin wanted his Pack to be safe. At least he would meet up with Derek on the subway and they could ride the ferry together. Derek probably would have Wren with him for another of their study-sessions-that-weren't-dates.

Justin turned down an alley, trusting his instincts and skills against being surprised as he separated himself from the crowd. Anyone following him would stand out in the alley in a way they wouldn't on the streets and there had been something making the hair on the back of his neck stand up since he left the lab. If he were being paranoid, then he'd take the extra time the alley cost him, and if he wasn't, then whoever was following him could take their chances.

Sure enough, as Justin turned onto a second alley that had no direct access to the streets, he heard footsteps behind him. Justin shifted his bag on his shoulder and began to whistle. The footsteps got closer and Justin aimed his path towards a clean looking flight of steps where he could leave his bag.

As more footsteps came to his ears, Justin began to sing softly, "Don't come around tonight, it's bound to take your life, there's a bad moon on the rise."

Someone laughed, "False courage, pup?"

Justin dropped his bag on the stairs and turned to face his pursuers. Three men stood behind them, two with long blond hair and similar enough to have been related. The last was equally tall and muscular with dark brown hair and a nose that probably had been broken at some point.

"All this for me?" Justin asked as he settled himself in the middle of the alley, "It's a little unfair, don't you think?"

"We're just going to bruise you a bit," one of the blondes said as he stepped forward.

Justin's smile bared all his teeth, "I meant for you."

He lunged forward, swinging his right fist into the blonde's stomach before spinning to heel kick the second blonde in his chest. He ducked the brunette's claw swipe and took his feet out from under him before turning back to face the two blondes again.

The thing about fighting werewolves, Justin found, was that they relied on their instincts and their natural weapons to handle an enemy. They had no clue how to handle someone who had real training, who was experienced in fighting three on one, and who had no problem leaving them broken and bleeding in the alley.

Justin didn't even look back when he picked his bag up, just sucked on the rapidly healing scrapes on his knuckle as he trotted down the alley. He didn't want to worry Derek by missing his stop after all.

Derek was waiting for him on the car when Justin got in, leaning against Wren with a little smile on his face.

"Hey Derek, hey Wren," Justin said as he grabbed the pole by their seat. "Have a good day?"

"It was great," Wren said, "we got an A on our project."

"All right," Justin said.

Derek glanced up at Justin, "Thanks for your suggestion. It really made the difference."

"I told you, Rube Goldberg machines are just cool," Justin said.

"How was your day?" Wren asked.

"Good," Justin said, "I even had some really interesting sparring partners earlier."

"Sparring partners?" Wren asked.

"Yeah, I'm a martial artist. It's always nice to have a chance to practice with other people. Kata are good for keeping in shape, but having a partner helps your timing." Justin glanced at Derek and saw the question in his eyes. "It's pretty much the only thing my dad ever taught me, so I like to keep my hand in things."

Derek glanced around Justin for a moment and then looked back up at him, "Think you could teach me?" He asked.

Justin refused to look over his shoulder. He had watched far too many movies and read twice as many books to know that if he looked over his shoulder there would be a tall, blonde werewolf watching them. "So, Wren," Justin said instead, "how's your mom?"

Wren smiled, "She's good. Hates the desert, but that's not too surprising. She'll be home next year at least."

"I'm glad," Justin said. "Are you staying for dinner tonight?"

"I'd like to," Wren said, "Danny doesn't get off until ten."

"Then we'll have you home by nine," Justin said, "escort included."

Petra hissed through her teeth as she climbed off the bus. Although she was mostly healed, she could feel the deeper bruises and the definitely-cracked-maybe-broken rib every time she moved. She was almost to the Pack House though, and she could hear Laura's heartbeat. She was almost safe.

That thought kept her going as she tried to keep everyone from realizing something was wrong. She waved at Mr. Schafer as she passed his driveway and smiled when Ms. Georgia jogged past with the baby stroller. Thankfully, the bruises on her face had faded before she'd even gotten on the bus, and everything else was hidden under her hoodie.

Petra climbed the stairs to the house slowly, because she was hurt and she was tired. She'd been up for an eight o'clock class at the community college and then had worked her shift at the diner before running into the three werewolves who had attacked her.

Petra was just reaching the top step when the door opened. Laura stood there, her eyes already glowing red, looking wild and lovely with her blond hair in a braid. "What happened?" Laura demanded.

"Three werewolves," Petra replied, "they caught me after work." She stepped inside and sighed with relief when the door closed. Laura was at her side instantly. "They said it was a message for you."

Laura took her bag, "Don't move," she growled. Petra closed her eyes as Laura pulled off her knitted cap and jacket. "I got their message rather clearly from their Alpha," she said. "I hope the others are all right."

"They should be here soon," Petra replied.

"Come sit in the living room," Laura said, "I had to do something so there are cookies and hot chocolate ready."

"Thank you," Petra said as she let Laura lead her into the living room. She eased down on the overstuffed couch and Laura crouched to pull her shoes off. "You don't have to," Petra began.

"I need to," Laura said tightly. "Is it just your ribs?"

"Yes," Petra said. "Everything else is just after effects."

Laura nodded as she stood up, "Rest," she said, squeezing Petra's arm. "We'll wait for the boys to get home…"

Petra cocked her head, focusing and hearing three very familiar heartbeats, Justin, Derek, and Derek's friend Wren. "Of course they're studying tonight," Petra said.

Laura sighed and looked at Petra, her eyes hazel once more. "We're having a pack meeting if I have to lock Wren in the attic."

Petra nods even though she knows that statement is for the two men climbing the stairs outside. "Laura!" Derek called moments later as the door swung open, "Laura, we're home."

"In the living room," Laura called back.

Justin led the other two into the room and Petra relaxed as she realized that Justin looked fine, if concerned. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at Petra.

"I'm fine," Petra said, looking past Justin at Derek and Wren.

"Hi Wren," Laura said with a fond smile, "Listen, we need to have a house meeting right now. Do you mind waiting for Derek in the study?"

"I could go if you need me to," Wren offered.

"No, this won't take long," Laura said.

Wren shifted her feet then nodded, "Okay, I can wait." Then she backed up and vanished from view. The room was silent, and Petra easily followed the scuff of Wren's sneakers across the house to the large study and the thud of the closing door.

"Someone was following me today," Derek said instantly as he threw himself into one of the chairs in the room. "It was a werewolf. I didn't know who on my way to school, but I saw someone at gym class."

"Overly tall and blonde?" Justin asked as he moved to sit beside Petra.

"Yeah," Derek nodded. "He never tried to approach, and I stuck to my classmates. That's why I asked Wren to come home with me today especially. I thought that whatever they were after, they wouldn't try anything with Wren around."

"I got jumped," Justin said. "I noticed them after lunch, and they just followed me. On the way home, I cut through some alleys and they tried to attack. Three men, two blonds who looked like they were brothers, or maybe cousins, and a brunette."

"Are you okay?" Laura asked.

Justin grinned wolfishly, "I left them unconscious in the alley, they didn't even get a hand on me. They said they wanted to bruise me a bit, but that was all."

"Petra was also attacked," Laura said.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked.

"I'm fine," Petra said. "They just wanted to make sure Laura saw me. He said," She hesitated, "he said it would show the wanna-be Alpha they were serious."

Laura nodded. "The Alpha of your stalkers and attackers approached me. He tried to threaten me out of town," she paused, "and he stole my book."

"Why would they do this?" Justin asked.

"Power," Petra replied. "They can't expect us to run away can they?"

"No," Laura said, "they can't. They could be looking for more territory or he could be trying to help someone else become an Alpha."

"How?" Justin asked.

"There are three ways to become an Alpha," Laura said. "The most common way is to kill an Alpha. A Beta or Omega who kills an Alpha takes the Alpha's spark, the thing that makes an Alpha stronger and able to turn wolves. The second way is what happened to me, I inherited it. My mother was an Alpha and since the power wasn't stolen, she was able to pass it to me."

"What's the third way?" Justin asked after a long moment.

"They call them True Alphas," Laura said, "they're Betas, bitten or born, who are able to rise to being an Alpha through their own character. They are very, very rare. The last one died of old age when I was a little girl. Momma took me to the funeral with her."

Silence filled the living room until Petra found herself listening to Wren's heartbeat for lack of other sound.

"So, this Alpha could have been looking for you," Justin said, "so that he could help some Beta or Omega become another Alpha, or it could be a territory dispute?"

"I don't know of any other reason that this would happen," Laura said.

"What do we do?" Petra asked.

"We need to be more careful," Laura said slowly, "make sure that we don't get caught alone. I need to talk to the other Borough Alphas, they might know something."

"We also need to start training," Justin said. "They've learned today that I can and will take care of myself and they'll be wondering how far I'm willing to go. They didn't expect that from me. They knew I was newly bitten too."

Petra wondered what Laura was thinking as the Alpha hugged herself for a long moment before turning to the Beta. "Justin, are you willing to handle the training we all need?"

"I am," Justin said. Petra thought he had no clue what exactly had just happened between him and Laura, and she couldn't help but think that was a good thing.

"Then we'll discuss a schedule for that. Petra, you should rest for a while and Derek, you have a guest in the study. Dinner will be ready at six." Laura looked at each of them, "We'll get through this, that's why we're a Pack."

Petra had to remind herself to breathe when Laura looked away. Laura had a strong personality when she chose to let it out. That personality had drawn her to the young Alpha that summer when Laura had found her. Laura had the strength of will to be a good Alpha, and it was Petra and Justin's job to see that she matured into the best.