A/N: I haven't written anything for teen wolf. I've tried, but Stiles always comes out being not Stiles-y enough. I'm hoping he is in this. Actually, in part one, he isn't in it a lot. I have my own original pack here, and they're the main characters for most of part one. I don't know about the other parts, and I can't promise I'll actually write them.

Part one- Claim your mate, Derek Hale.

Gwendolyn's eyes pierced through the night, her face pulling back into a scowl as she watched the young alpha of the Hale pack walk around the gutted remains of the old pack's house. The other pack members stood scattered, their own beta blue and orange eyes watching their alpha. It was easy for Gwendolyn to single out the human pack members, even from this distance, and with out having to smell them. There was a dark haired boy, with a darker skin tone, dark, tangled locks. His hand was firmly grasped in one of the beta's, a sad looking boy, who was pale, his eyes wild.

A dark haired girl who Gwendolyn instantly knew to be an Argent was there, too, but why would a hunter's kin be in the middle of a pack? Gwendolyn's eyes flashed red and she stifled a growl. Couldn't that boy ever learn? Doesn't he remember what the last Argent did? The Argent girl was pushed up against another beta, and from the looks of it, this beta was one of the more powerful ones.

There was another human girl, a pretty little thing, with red hair, who pressed herself into a troubled looking werewolf. The boy had his face set in a strong, cold, look, but his eyes flashed the littlest of pain and confusion. Gwendolyn frowned, taking in the boy's looks, and sniffing the air. It was strange, the teen was somewhere between an omega and a beta.

The last human was a skinny, teenage boy, with dark hair cut close to his head, and a large smile tugging on his lips. Gwendolyn singled in on him, paying close attention as the boy watched the alpha, and her eyes lit up with understanding. Mates were a precious thing to packs, and more importantly, a necessity for alphas. There have been packs without two leaders, but the strongest packs have an alpha male, and alpha female.

An alpha male and alpha female doesn't mean a boy and a girl, it means a strong, dependent leader who specializes in fighting, power, and dominance, and another leader to worry about the emotional things. From the looks of it, this pack was lacking in the latter of the two, but Gwendolyn knew who needed to fill that void.

A strong hand landed softly on her lower back, pulling her attention away from the group, and into the soft, warm eyes of her lover. "Tobias," She whispered, his name slipping beautifully off her lips. Her eyes jumped to the pack again, and when they returned, understanding washed over the mans face.

"I know," He replied softly, placing delicate kisses onto her forehead. "Let's head back." She nodded and flashed one last quick glance at the pack she had been watching, then vanished into the night with her love.

"Mother," The thin, dark haired, young woman whined as Gwendolyn returned to camp. Aurelia, the oldest child of Gwendolyn and Tobias, looked exactly like her mother, with hair the color of charcoal and eyes the deepest blue, the color of the oceans that raged on around the world. The twenty-five year old werewolf frowned at her parents, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. "This is hunter's territory. Only suicidal packs would come here."

Gwendolyn's mouth pulled into a stubborn line, her eyes watching Aurelia cautiously. "Have you been sniffing around places you shouldn't?" Aurelia narrowed her eyes on her mother, offended that she could accuse her of such a thing.

"The Hale's were my friends too, or don't you remember? Laura and I were close, but I think coming here, concerning ourselves with the Hale pack now, is idiotic." Gwendolyn closed her eyes, regaining her patience for her stubborn daughter, but before she could speak, the youngest child spoke up.

"Derek needs us." Elspeth was a small girl, but just as strong as any other werewolf of her age. At eighteen, she's managed to beat out all of her pack members, excluding her parents, of course. With light brown hair, and eyes the color of honey, she looked more like her father than mother. She was quiet, polite, but sarcastic as all hell when she wanted to be. Gwendolyn nodded at her, showing appreciation through her eyes.

The middle slot in the family belonged to Lavinia, a twenty-one year old, who's charm and good looks landed her a mate at the young age of seventeen. Now, four years later, the young couple were expecting their first child. The brown haired beauty had been forbidden from any physical activity, but the girl still accompanied the pack to Beacon Hills.

Surrounding Lavinia were her two brothers, one the age of twenty-three, the other nineteen. Alastair was a strong male, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to look deep into your soul. At eighteen, the boy had left for college, but now returned with four years of new knowledge.

Reuben was a bit of the black sheep of the family. He had inherited green eyes from his grandmother, a woman of Irish decent, and was born without the power to shift. Despite his lack of claws, Reuben has proved himself quiet worthy of being a pack member. He can hold his own against a werewolf, and while he would never be quiet as strong without receiving the bite, he had managed to survive a few battles.

Lavinia placed one hand on her swollen belly, looking over at her family. "Earlier Nick and Mark went out to try and catch a rabbit," She said, speaking fondly of a few of the youngest pack members. Only a handful had stayed back in their normal territory. "And they brought back three. But they also said they saw some of Argents' men, walking around." A silence as thick as cement fell over them.

What if the two boys had been found? The Argents weren't known for being kind, even to the young. The image of the dark haired girl popped into Gwendolyn's head. Is it possible the Argents and Hale pack were not fighting?

"Don't let the cubs go out alone," Tabias spoke, his eyes in a cold, stern, glare at the forest that surrounded their camp. "There's an alpha pack out there. I can smell them. Plus the Argents. It wouldn't end well for them." Everyone visibly paled.

"An alpha pack?" Reuben bit his lip, looking worriedly around. "They're gruesome. Killing an alpha's pack right in front of them in order to force them to join... are you sure Derek's pack is strong enough?"

"That's why we're here," Gwendolyn said. "The boy's been through too much, he can't lose his whole pack on top of that."

Aurelia's lips curved into a sly smile. "And here I thought we were here to make Derek realize he needs to claim his mate. Before someone else does."

"Shut up, Stiles," Derek growled, his eyes flashing red as Stiles went on and on about how his life had turned into a superhero movie. Derek didn't care.

"I'm just saying I should be promoted from Robin, to Batman," The teen said, his eyes widening with curiously as Derek roared again. It wasn't his typical, I'm the alpha, listen to me, howl, but one that escaped from deep inside of him, a noise that ripped out of his throat. "What the hell was that?" Derek looked away quickly, his eyes running around the room.

"Nothing. Forget about it." But it obviously had to be something, because Derek didn't turn into an awkward school girl who had a secret for nothing.

"It sounded... almost like... want? Or need?" Stiles asked, his mind whirling around the possible explanations. Derek shook his head, glaring at Stiles, who wasn't phased. The conversation was going in places Derek didn't like, and he was ready to end it, when growling from the next room erupted, making Derek frown in confusion.

The sun filtered through the holes in the tree's cover above, casting shadows across the young werewolves face. Her hair, long and thick, was pulled back, and her eyes jumped from place to place. The Hale house had once been a beautiful building, filled with the smell of happiness, wood, and understanding. Now it was covered in fire, pain, ash, making Elspeth's nose scrunch up.

She was disobeying her father and mother, her alpha's, by coming here, but she needed to see Derek. The pair had always been somewhat close, both of them being the youngest in the family.

She pushed open the door, some of the wood crushing under the pressure. Alarm went through her as a growl threatened her, and she shifted without thinking.

The little blond thing pounced on her, sending the girl stumbling back. Her claws dug into Elspeth's skin, ripping holes in her sides. The older, more mature werewolf let out a noise so vicious, it sent shivers down her own spine. She flipped herself onto the blonde, letting her own claws sink into the girl's flesh, smiling as warm, red blood oozed into her palms.

But, Just as soon as she gained the upper hand, a powerful hand grasped her neck, pulling her off the girl and into a wall. She hit it with a thud, her eyes connecting with the red one's of an alpha.

Derek roared, pushing his hand into the enemy werewolves' neck, pulling his hand back, claws extended, to attacked. His eyes glared into her, taking in his prey. Thick brown hair, fluffy, almost like cotton candy. Eyes that looked like honey swirled into a bowl. Pale, smooth skin.

He froze, blinking at her. "Elspeth?" He asked. The girl let out a long sigh of relief, swatting Derek's massive hand away.

"Jeez, take a girl out before you manhandle her like that, Der bear." She smirked at the childhood nickname, and laughed when Derek scowled.

"Why are you attacking my pack?" Elspeth rolled her eyes, checking to make sure she didn't break a nail.

She licked her lips before answering. "I didn't. That Beta of yours is vicious. I was here all of two seconds and she was attacking. Talk about shoot first, ask questions later... Do you have any food?" Derek's eyebrows furrowed together, watching as the small family friend made her way towards the kitchen. "I'm a growing girl, you know."

"Growing?" Stiles spoke up, taking in the girl's thin, four foot eleven frame. Elspeth smiled.

"I was barely four five a couple weeks ago."

"That's not the point!" Derek snapped, his teeth gritting together. Elspeth raised an eyebrow, mumbling something about Derek's temper. "What are you doing here? Is your pack in trouble? Did Gwendolyn send you?"

"No, no, nope-eddy no," Elspeth sang, throwing her hands into the air. "We are here, mister new and improved alpha, because your pack is in trouble. There's an alpha pack here, you see. And on top of that, an unclaimed, alpha mate." She let her eyes travel to the teenager who had spoken earlier. He was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, watching everything with excitement in his eyes. The blond girl had went to stand by the stairs, clinging onto a dark skinned boy for dear life. From the way her eyes kept flashing, Elspeth knew she was dying to tear into her skin. Well, bring it.

"There is no unclaimed mate," Derek said quickly, paling to the color of snow.

"Bullshit. I suppose next you're going to be saying that you're not a werewolf. Not at all. Actually, you're a flying blue monkey who has magical powers and only looks like a werewolf." The boy in the doorway snorted, breaking off into a fit of giggles. Elspeth smiled.

"I like you," He said, looking at her. "I'm Stiles."

"Elspeth."

"May I speak with you?" Derek grunted, grabbing her arm with enough force to bend metal. Elspeth let herself be dragged out into the yard. Derek looked at her, his eyes piercing. "He's straight. He's in love with Lydia, who just so happens to be another pack member-"

Elspeth frowned, "The blond one who attacked me?"

"No, that's Erica. But that's not the point. You guys wasted your time. I have a little... I've taken a liking to a boy, but that's as far as it's going to go." Elspeth slowly let her eyes wander around, appearing as though she wasn't listening.

"Does the little alpha have a fear of saying the word crush? C'mon Der bear, say it with me, crush. Crush-"

"-I will crush you if you don't shut up-"

"Cru- humph." She crossed her arms over her small chest, looking at Derek, her eyes twinkling. "That boy in there, whether you admit it or not, is your mate. As long as you're denying that, he could get hurt."

"Idiot, idiot," The dark haired boy mumbled as he made his way through the woods. "Idiotic little sisters, I hate 'em." He squinted, twirling around, trying to pin point where to go from memory. A werewolf sniffer really would come in handy for the young man now. His green eyes latched onto movement. He might not have the enhanced senses werewolves have, but he did have the ability to catch movement, even the fastest.

He smiled as he watched the werewolf disappear into the thick forest. He could have recognized that wolf anywhere. He let out a long whistle. "Peter!"

A figure appeared almost instantly in front of him. Peter Hale, in all Forty year old glory, stood in front of him, his eyes ranking up and down the nineteen year old.

"Reuben, what a pleasant surprise," He said, his voice low and wispy. He made a small bow towards the younger male, a sign of respect among packs. "What brings a member of the Moore pack here?"

"I'm looking for my sister, actually, Elspeth. She ran off about an hour ago." Peter gave him a crazed look, his eyebrows raised.

"The whole Moore pack is here then, I presume?" Reuben nodded, making Peter pull back his lips in a way that made the hair on the back of Reuben's neck stand up straight. "Follow me." With a sniff of the air, Peter took off.

"So Stiles," Elspeth said, smiling brightly at the teenager. "What do you think of Derek?" From the other side of the table, Derek gave Elspeth a look that would kill a whole army on the spot. "And the pack," She quickly added. Stiles gave her a confused look.

"You mean besides that they try to kill me? Like every damn day of my merry little life? Derek's the worst! He's always shoving me into walls, and growling at me. It's like down puppy." Derek let out a low, long growl. "See!" The teen practically yelled, throwing his hands into the air. Elspeth let out an enchanting laugh, and Stiles watched, intrigued.

"Not to mention he got mad that one time I accidentally called him wolverine." Elspeth's eyes widened, and she let out a squeal.

"Wolverine! I loved those comics, you read the comics, right? Didn't just see the movie?" Stiles bounced in his chair, gushing.

"Of course I did! What was your favorite?" Erica looked at Derek from her spot next to Boyd, terror flashing in her eyes.

"Oh my god, there's two of them."

"Derek," Peter said, leading the young boy into the Hale house. Reuben looked around, his nose flaring as he sniffed. Even without special powers he could smell death, like it radiated from every corner in the house. The smell reminded him of a hospital, and he couldn't imagine what it was doing to the werewolves.

Reuben followed Peter through a doorway that led into the kitchen. The rebuilding of the Hale house had started, but it was a slow moving process. The table was full of pack members, but Reuben's eyes singled out one of them.

"Elspeth," He snarled, looking at the girl, who's head jerked in the direction of her older brother.

"... Reuben..."

"Go. Now. Mom and dad want to see you. They are very disappointed." Elspeth opened her mouth to complain but Reuben would hear nothing of it. "Now!"

Derek, Erica and Boyd stood to walk Elspeth out, and Peter vanished around a corner, leaving Stiles and Reuben alone. Reuben looked Stiles up and down, the teen looked slightly terrified, but also amused. "What were you and my sister talking about?" He asked. Stiles blinked.

"Wolverine." Reuben smiled, laughing.

"Huh. I'm a Batman type of guy." Stiles let his head fall onto the table with a thud.

"Everyone is always Batman. Then there's me, Robin." Reuben snorted, thinking about how big of a drama queen the teenager was. He looked at him, long and hard, the way the boy kept looking at the door, or to where Derek had just been sitting.

"Mates are sacred," Reuben said suddenly. "They are a beautiful thing. They're the reason a pack is a pack. What gives them strength. People usually say love is a weakness, but really it's a strength. Unity. What I'm trying to say is, Derek's never going to make the first move. He's to afraid of what it'd do to you, or that you'll get hurt or you'll hurt him. But, remember, that you can always make the first move, and I can guarantee Derek wants it."

A/N: And that's the end of part one. Tell me if you like it.