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To tell you the truth I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with Derek Hale. They say the line between love and hate is so fine that its near impossible to see and I have never believed that until now. You see I have hated Derek Hale from the moment I first saw him. His last name was Hale and that's literally all I needed to know.

The Hales and the Woods have been feuding since the two rival packs co-founded the town of Beacon Hills. Two powerful Alphas in close proximity was the root cause of  tension between our two packs. Both packs wanted the most power and neither Alpha would step down so in the late 1700's a feud started. The feud is the reason why the Hale's and the Wood's can't stand each other, like Capulets and Montagues only with supernatural werewolf like abilities. 

Needless to say, over the years there has been many deaths on both sides of the packs. Wars over territories in Beacon Hills during the 1890's had gotten to the point of killing wolves on sight if they were from the rival pack. This nearly exposed our kind to the humans on several occasions. 

Therefore, it was decided to quote 'keep the peace and the secret of what we are', both packs would share one Emissary and divide the town 50/50. The town circle is the only neutral territory in the town and has the core foundations being the school, hospital, sheriff's station and local shopping mall. If any member of the rival pack was to step foot or paw in another's territory, then that pack had free will with the'betrayer of peace'. 

Wolves who crossed the treaty line were normally killed to demonstrate the packs power and strength over one another, as for wolves there is no greater pain then losing a pack member. As far as I know the last wolf to have crossed the treaty line was John Hale in 1934 who was swiftly beheaded no questions asked. My grandfather still seems satisfied whenever its brought up during family reunions (he's sick in the head but that's family, you can't pick them).

Hence, the feud was the reason behind why I hated Derek Hale with a passion. We were both in the same grade at school and our rivalry knew no bounds. Apart from expressing my hatred of Derek I had never really been significantly involved in the feud. I had never killed a Hale, never disrespected their Alpha or ventured into their territory. Because you know I'm sane and actually value my life.

However, I'm currently trying to out run a bunch of hunters who are really narrowing in on me and my only two options right now are climbing a tree or running directly into the Hale's territory. This tree is literally the smallest I've ever seen, and they'd be able to aim an arrow at my head no problems even if I was at the top. But If I was to venture into Hale territory I'd disrespect Thalia Hale, become a 'betrayer of peace', Basically handing myself over to the Hale's on a silver platter and my pack aren't allowed to try and save me once I cross. 

So, my options are either climb the tree and die now. Or I enter Hale territory and die slightly later. It's in moments like these where I really can't help but blame my friends for dragging me to a party on a full moon. Granted they don't know I'm werewolf and I could've said no and not taken the short cut through the reserve to my house, but I think sometimes it's easier to blame others for my misfortunes. 

Well shit, right now I'm basically already dead. Honestly if it wasn't for all the packs being here and some naive beta killing a hunter, I wouldn't be currently dodging the Argent's arrows. Another arrow flew right past and nipped me on the ear and that was it, fuck it I'm going in.

My breath hitched as I stepped foot into Hale territory and officially signed my own death sentence. I doubt the hunters realized that I didn't fear them as much as I did ten seconds ago. I'll take a hundred arrows and electrocution any day over whatever Thalia Hale will do to me when she catches me. 

Every fiber of my being told me I needed to go back. I felt like my wolf was about to jump out and howl for her pack to save her, but it'd be no use. I was now a 'betrayer of peace' unless I turned back and ran right into the arms of hunters. Like really how do I even get myself into these situations?

So now I'm running through unfamiliar territory looking over my shoulder ever two seconds to see if hunters were still shooting arrows my way, only hunters weren't my only problem now. 

I'd been running for what seemed like hours and had lost the hunters about half an hour ago, but I was lost and exhausted. My pack's scent was too faint out here to track my way back and I had literally never been on Hale territory, not that I would've lived to tell anyone about it if I had. 

My wolf was freaking out, I was picking up the signature Hale scent everywhere and it's only a matter of time till one of them find me.  I mean, I'm shocked they haven't already. I've been running around their territory for hours on a full moon!  

My scent wouldn't be hard to track, I'd been too pre-occupied with out running hunters to care enough to mask it. I'm fucked, like already dead kind of fucked. If I was a Hale and had entered  my Pack's territory in the dead of night, during a full moon knowing it'd be the peak time they'd be roaming abound then my head would no longer be attached to my neck...would've lasted ten minutes max before someone found me. 

But here? in Hale territory? apparently it's okay because my head is still safely attached...for now. Every noise had my head whipping in any direction, now that I'd lost the hunters I had one final mission. Get out of this unfamiliar territory, don't freak out (they could find my loud ass heart beat if I was scared) and for the love of god, if I catch a fresh Hale scent then GET THE FUCK OUT!

 As I was going over this stupid plan in my head and trying with everything in me to not freak out, I came across what appeared to be a tree stump. Call me crazy but it seemed like a great place to get my bearings. On closer inspection I found a latch!

 It's a bunker and I'd take a bunker over passing out in the middle of nowhere completely exposed for Thalia Hale to rip out my throat anyday.

When I opened the latch and started descending down the stair case I froze. Blood. The scent of it was so overbearing it had me silently chocking on the stench of it. But a scent this strong was good for me, at least in a time like this because it'd cover my scent. I then heard something that had me sick to my stomach, sobbing. I wasn't the only one in here that much was clear. Okay time to get the fuck out. I climbed back up the steps as quietly as I could and just as I went to reach for the latch I heard it lock from the outside.

Shit, Fuck, Double-Fucking-Shit!. That's me dead I guess. Trapped like a pig for slaughter. The scent of blood was so strong that it masked which Hale I was currently in the presence off. Not that it matters much, all of them would kill me no questions asked for being on their territory. No matter what, that's the terms of the treaty.  At least if it's Derek, then I know he'd at least hesitate in killing me. We were mortal enemies but he's no killer. After all he wasn't Peter the Creeper.

I decided to descend the stairs a little to see who exactly it was that I was dealing with. I instantly stopped midway on the stairs when I smelled his scent and that human girl's he's been so bloody infatuated with. From what I gathered the blood was hers and that's when I actually realized something about the scent, it smelled of death. Like a dog with cancer when you know it's not getting any better. I heard Paige mutter a faint "please" and then a sickening crack... his sobs intensified.

Okay, well apparently he wouldn't hesitate in killing me if he's capable of killing his own girlfriend! Crap! I'm so dead. The bane of my entire existence Derek Hale was in this bunker, in his territory and from the smell of it with the now dead body of his girlfriend.  No wonder I didn't run into any of them, apparently Hales like to commit murder on full moons, fucking savages! 

The latch started to creak open and I whipped my head to the entrance to find Thalia Hale.  She stood proud, a true alpha that could rival my father. I felt tears start to fall, I'm fifteen, I'm way too young to die. She started descending the stairs and that was my cue to run as fast as I could into that bunker. 

A way out, I needed a window or fucking something!. I heard a gasp from the corner and whipped my head towards Derek.  He was soaked in his girlfriend's blood, it had started to pool around him and her body laid lifeless in his arms. He was in anguish, dried up tears on his cheeks and he was looking at me like I'd just killed him by spying on him for the past twenty minutes crying over her body.  Derek although a threat, wasn't the biggest threat in this bunker. 

His mother stood at the bottom of that damned staircase watching the interaction between us in curiosity. I don't want to know what she'll do to me. 

Packs liked to outdo the last kill of betrayers of peace, vendetta and all that. Jon Hale was beheaded by my pack in 1934, the last betrayer of peace. To be fair the packs had gone a solid seventy two years without any deaths, whoever the emissary is should be proud for keeping the peace for so long. I'm breaking it right now though and the only thought going through my head was; what could possibly be worse then beheading?

Derek gave me a sympathetic look and then looked down at the ground. At Paige. I could sense his fear mixed with total utter despair, the exact same I was feeling. Our emotions were feeding off each other. Paige's blood was starting to run all over the floor, it'd already stained my white converse a reddish brown. I didn't expect him to help me, If he walked onto my territory and my father stood before him then I wouldn't intervene. We hated each other and at the end of the day I'm one less Wood he has to worry about. Besides, I was dead the second I stepped in here. We were cruel creatures in a cruel world. And I'd disrespected an Alpha by coming onto her territory. 

She took even calculated steps towards me, while I hastily moved away from her until my back was firmly against the wooden wall of the bunker. She stopped when she was about two steps in front of me. And I chose that moment to breakdown. Now I was the one sobbing, literal nonsense was coming out of my mouth that I just started spewing at Tahlia Hale. I stood before my greatest enemy. An enemy I had never said a single word to before this moment and begged for mercy.

"pl-please hmm make i-it quick". I was gasping at the end of my sentence in pure fear. I know she won't let me live but she doesn't have to make a mess of me or...what'll be left of me to drop at the border line of my territory. 

She rose her eyebrows at me and gripped my shoulders. I looked back towards the staircase and saw Peter and Laura both arrive at the bottom of the stairs. They had shocked faces when they figured out I was down here. They were both silenced by one look from the Alpha who was currently death gripping my shoulder. She looked down at me again and my sobs intensified, I was outright hysterical and loud. 

Tahlia tusked down at me. "Shhhhhh come on now, be brave sweetheart". 

Her expression turned to what I could only describe as a look you'd get from a mother who was impatient with their screaming child. I could see it clear as day, for some ungodly reason, Tahlia Hale loved me. Or at the very least tolerated me. I was comforted in that moment only for my naive lack of judgment to kick me in the ass. Out of nowhere her eyes turned red and her claws left my shoulder, only to engulf themselves in the back of my neck. I blacked out to the sounds of my defening screams.