The sun peered through the drapes of the curtains, causing Abby to squirm and to squint. Her eyelids felt heavy, but after a few seconds of rapid blinking she was able to open them easily. She yawned, confused as she glanced around. The walls surrounding her were made of dark oak, bare. She glanced at the pretty large window with a soft blue floral curtain. She looked down and noticed her full size bed with a quilt-the patterns matched the curtains. She noticed the dresser-a lighter wood tone, but still eloquent in design. It had a mirror attached to it and she couldn't help but notice her small face. The features definitely were very similar to Derek's now that she was able to see her own face. She threw her covers off as she stepped out of bed, stretching her arms over her head. Today's the day, she thought. I really don't want to go downstairs. She bit her lip, her stomach cringing and growling. She did want to go downstairs because she could smell the food her uncle was preparing. She focused her hearing and noticed there was only some clattering going on but she didn't know where it was coming from. Derek told her she would learn to focus her hearing, but only over time. She couldn't believe she had already been here a whole week...and she hadn't met any of the pack yet. Derek told her that the pack had been away on a mission, but she couldn't help but feel nervous. She hadn't really done anything since coming to Beacon Hills except run and lightly train with Derek. He went through some drills she could practice that would help her with control, balance, and for her to get her anger out. He wouldn't train her on anything involving her wolf skills yet. He thought she needed to learn basic drills and settle into her new home. That was all going to change today, she knew the moment the pack was back that Derek would not be able to just spend time with her. The pack returns today. She flipped the quilt off of her and finally got dressed-a yoga capris, a black and white Beatles t-shirt, and black and white converse. She brushed her straight black hair into a pony tail and took a deep breath before making her way downstairs. The smell of bacon made her stomach ache and she smiled at her uncle.

"Morning Uncle Derek." He smiled quickly, as he cracked the eggs in the pan making a veggie omelette.

"Morning Abs. Want some OJ?" Abby nodded, and brought down two glasses from the cupboard to the table and retrieved the orange juice from the fridge. "Listen, the pack's gonna stop by at some point today. They made it in last night, and they said they'd stop in. Okay?"

"Yeah." I muttered, my stomach cringing again.

"Why don't you get your run in before breakfast?"

"Aww. Do I have to? I just changed and I don't want to get all sweaty now." Abby whined, throwing her best pout face. Derek raised a brow, but immediately dropped it when he heard the front door slide open.

"You know, you really should think about putting a lock on-" Peter Hale looked up from his paper, his eyes locked on Abby. He turned his gaze to Derek, and Abby gulped as she watched the man go from shocked to amused. "Isn't she a little young for you Derek?"

"What the fuck does that mean?" Abby growled, clutching the glass in her hand. She really didn't like him, but his voice was familiar to her.

"What sweetheart?" Peter turned towards her, a smirk forming as he saw Abby with glowing angry eyes. He shared a look with Derek, but Abby didn't acknowledge Derek. She didn't know the man in front of her, and he wasn't about to call her some kind of whore. "You might wanna tell your beta to back away. She doesn't look very old." Abby could hear the warning laced in Peter's voice, but she still didn't break her glare.

"Knock it off." Derek ordered. He placed an omelette on each plate, not noticing the fact that Abby still held her glare and snivel towards Peter.

"Pup, you might want to listen." Peter teased, clearly wanting to fire her up. He didn't know why, but he wanted to push her to a breaking point. He could tell she was fairly new, and was certain that Derek had given her the bite.

"I dare you to call me pup one more time." Abby threatened, taking a step towards Peter.

"I told you to knock...it...off." Derek spoke harshly as he punctuated each word, sending shivers down her spine.

"No." Abby growled, after noticing the smug look on Peter's face. She took another step but froze when Derek yanked her back towards him. "Ow."

"Do you want an ass whooping?" Derek threatened, his voice cold and stern. She gasped, breaking her gaze with Peter and staring at her Uncle's face. He had clearly lost all patience, his eyes hard and focused on her.

"He was being a jerk." She muttered, squirming under Derek's hold.

"That's not what I asked you." Derek scolded, holding her face in his hand. "Do you want a whooping?"

"No sir."

"You can't get angry and wolf out anytime someone calls you a pup. You're a pup. Get over it." Abby scoffed, but then quickly straightened up when Derek shook her hard. "I'm not playing around with you. You don't have control. You don't know what you're doing. You're not a complete badass. If you attacked him, he would have killed you without a scratch on him. When I tell you to back down, you do it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir." Abby could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she couldn't look away since he still had a tight hold on her chin.

"As a matter of fact, no shifting without permission. You shift, and I'll bust your ass. Got it?"

"Aww, come on-"

"I could give him a show to your spanking here if you want."

"No. I'm sorry. I got it, no shifting." Abby quickly responded. There was no way in hell she was getting spanked in front of that guy.

"Good." Derek let go of her chin and motioned for her to sit at the table. "This is your uncle by the way."

"I'm sorry, Uncle?" Peter asked, chuckling. Abby looked at Derek, just as confused.

"Peter, this is Abby. I went and got her." He explained.

Abby flinched as she watched Peter process who she was. He flashed his blue eyes and glared at Derek, scowling. "Are you fucking stupid?"

"Peter, I had to. Melanie couldn't control or protect her. She was getting her wolf powers again, and Abby was out of control."

"Well. Great. That's just great." He scowled, yanking a few pieces of bacon off his plate. "Well hello sweetheart."

"Wait...you're the one who took my memories." Abby growled, but quickly stopped as she remembered Derek's warning a few moments before.

"I did what I had to."

"You died and came back."

"Nothing gets by you, huh sweetheart?"

"Stop calling me sweetheart."

"Fine...mutt." Peter smirked, chewing the bacon and Abby just couldn't stop laughing. "I was your favorite uncle at one point you know."

This time Derek laughed. "Oh yeah. What made you not be her favorite anymore?"

Peter scoffed, but he raised a brow at Abby eating her omelette in silence. "Do you remember?"

"No. I don't remember anything really before I went to my parents." She confessed.

"You bit Peter." Derek laughed, eating his omelette.

"What?" Abby smirked, looking over at Peter.

**Flashback 10 Years Prior**

"Hi Uncle Peter!" 4 year old Abby giggled. She jumped out from behind his closet door and he pretended to have a heart attack, screaming. Abby threw herself into a fit of giggles. "I scared you!

Peter clutched his heart, sighing. "You really did. Now, you're supposed to be in bed." Peter raised a brow at the girl, hiding a smile from her guilty face, squirming.

"Um...I didn't get to say good night."

"Good night, sweetheart." Peter reached down and kissed her forehead.

"Could we play for a minute? Please?" Abby stuck her bottom lip out, desperate. She watched her uncle roll his eyes but he smiled at her and agreed.

"We can play for a second. Okay? Then you have to lay down."

"Yay! I wanna wrestle!" She giggled, jumping on him. He faked falling, and dying, as his niece playfully growled. When she least expected it, he flipped her over and began to tickle her sides. "NO!" She cried out, laughing. "Uncle Peter!" She cried out breathlessly. He finally stopped, holding her arms out. "You're mean."

"I'm mean? I let you stay up!" Peter whined, winking at the four year old. "Speaking of, you need to sleep now."

"No." She pouted.

"Abby..." She whined even more at the scolding tone her uncle used in her name. "Abigail. It's time for bed."

"NO!" She yelled, growling. Peter rolled his eyes, and picked up his niece and draped her over his shoulder. He instantly cried out and nearly dropped her when he felt her bite his back. He dropped her on his bed, and noticed her glowing yellow eyes. Peter was definitely annoyed, but he knew that it was a problem he had to take care of. "I'M NOT GOING."

Peter picked up the girl and set her on his lap. "Do you want a spanking, Abigail?" Peter spoke calmly and watched carefully at his niece's reactions. He was completely caught off guard when she bit his arm again and this time Peter was done. He flipped his niece over his left knee, pushed down her pajama pants and began to spank her bottom. "You do not bite! Do you understand me?" She started to cry, but Peter was determined that she remembered this for a while. He spanked her bottom with light swats so that he wasn't doing damage, but enough so that she thought this was the worse spanking she ever received. She kicked and buckled, crying and finally Peter brought the last swat down. "You do not throw tantrums and you do not bite anyone. Is that clear Abigail Peyton?"

"Yes sir." She cried, stuttering. She wailed when she felt her panties being brought down. She immediately threw her hands behind her, but her uncle swatted her hands.

"You're getting four swats on your bare bottom. Biting was very wrong. Okay?"

She cried into her uncle's leg, and Peter brought down four slightly stern smacks on her sit spots. He examined her bottom and noticed it was just pink and knew she was thinking it was the worse spanking. He brought her panties and pajamas back up and he cradled her in his chest, soothing her. She then jumped down and ran away to her room. Peter sighed, his heart heavy. He knew he had to do something...her wolf was coming out and her power would be strong since she was full blood. Peter snuck around the corner as he overheard his niece sniffling to Derek.

"He's not my favorite anymore, Uncle Derek. You are!"

"Me? Why me?" Peter rolled his eyes, clearly hearing the gloat in his nephew's words.

"He spanked me really hard." She sniffled. "I mean really hard. He even pulled my panties down." She whispered to him, sniffling.

"Oh wow. We should go spank him too, huh?" Derek chided, his niece giggling.

"Maybe when I'm biggerer."

"Okay. Good night squirt."

"Night."

***End of Flashback***

"It was over a spanking?" Abby cried out. "Unbelievable. You must not have been that much of a favorite." She smirked, winking at Derek. Derek smiled, but watched Peter's reactions.

"Oh, we'll see who is your favorite by the end of the month pup." Peter chided, smiling. Peter dropped the smile for a second and turned his attention to his niece. "Please don't ask questions for a while. I can't give you your memories back because I'm not an alpha anymore, and there are somethings better left in the past. I'll tell you what I think is safe, but don't expect me to tell you everything. Okay?"

"Okay."