Golden Dandelions|Teen Wolf

25|claws

BECK WATCHED BOREDLY as Scott and Stiles tossed around a ball with the rest of the lacrosse team. They were practicing for the coming match.

If nothing happened in the next couple of days this would be the first game Beck got to watch. She wasn't overly excited about it. Beck had trouble trying to understand the sport. She saw no point in it.

Suddenly Beck felt a vibrate erupting from her jacket pocket. Glancing around, no one watched as she slipped her hand into the pocket, wrapping her fingers around her phone.

Still keeping the phone in the protection of her pocket, Beck glanced down, seeing a text from Derek.

Big Bro 🐺:
out front

Knitting her eyebrows together, Beck scowled at the phone.

What the hell does that mean?

Faintly the sound of an engine revved in the distance. The Camaro.

Beck's head snapped up in realization at what he meant. He was here. He wanted her to come with him.

Glancing over the field, no one noticed the revving of the Camaro. No one noticed as the small blonde slipped her bag over her shoulder, walking slowly down the steps to the bleachers. No one seemed to care, too engrossed in their practice. Not even Scott or Stiles noticed as she rushed towards the school.

Turning the corner, Beck was welcomed by the sight of the Camaro right in front of her. Derek sat in the driver's seat, a pair of black aviator sunglasses hiding his green eyes. His head turned slightly as she approached, a smirk crossing his face.

The minute she sat in the passenger's seat Derek peeled out of the parking lot. Not even waiting for Beck to buckle up.

They road in silence, no one breaking the peace. Until the curiosity got too strong for the blonde Hale.

"What's going on?" Beck's soft voice asked, breaking the silence. "Why did you want to see me?"

"What, can't I see my baby sister?" Derek asked, hurt laying deep in his voice.

"Yes, of course," Beck gasped before shaking her head. "It's just..."

"I want you to meet some people," Derek explained as he turned down a side street, approaching the entrance to his secret lair.

"Erica and Boyd?" The small blonde guessed. Derek turned to her with a raised eyebrow as he parked on the curb. "Scott and Stiles told me you bit two more people, added to your pack. They told me you've been doing a lot."

Derek released a grumble as he cut the engine before exiting, Beck following his step. Followed him into the train depot and down the stairs. The open space below was set up like an obstacle course. Training the betas had begun.

Standing around the open space were three teenagers, each wearing a leather jacket just like Derek's. Stiles was right, they are the leather jacket pack.

"Hey Beck," Isaac cried happily at the sight of the small blonde. He lifted his arms in the air playfully as she and Derek approached. The other two watched her in confusion.

"Isaac," Beck smiled as she moved toward the dark blond boy, pulling him in for a hug. Isaac smiled as he returned the hug. "I'm sorry. If I knew that I was coming, I would have brought your hoodie." She apologized into Isaac's chest, making him chuckle.

"That's okay," Isaac reassured as he pulled away slightly, hands still wrapped around Beck's shoulders. "Bring it next time."

"Erica. Boyd. This is Beck, my sister." Derek introduced, gesturing to the small blonde as she released Isaac. "Beck. That's Erica and Boyd." Derek pointed to his new betas before turning to the train car. "Be nice."