One shots

Broken Pack | Derek Hale

The woods were silent and Derek was looking for something to hunt. It had been a few days since the last full moon. He was sitting on a large rock as the sun was starting to go down. Derek heard a rustling in the bushes and it caught his attention. He sniffed the air and was able to smell whatever was making the sound. "Well what do we have here?" He said as he pulled his gun from my holster.

Jenna accidentally makes a sound from behind the bushes.

Derek jumps back and falls of the rock. He quickly grabs his pistol and aims it at the rock. "Who are you?! Show yourself now!" He yells to the bush. "Or I will shoot." He says as he cocks the trigger.

He begins walking towards the bush, pointing his gun at the person hiding in it.

"I told you to reveal yourself! Or I will shoot!" He yells as he gets closer to the bush, ready to pull the trigger.

"Is that how you greet people?" Jenna says, finally revealing herself.

Derek lowers his gun. "What are you doing out here? This is my territory. You could have gotten killed or hurt," he says as he looks around, trying to figure out where he is. "Wait... how did you find me here? This is pirvate property." He says as he continues to look around. "And what's your name? I'm Derek Hale. I'm the Alpha of the Hale Pack." He says as he puts his gun away.

"I'm Jenna Stewart. Werewolf with a pack who got killed." Jenna says awkwardly to the Alpha in front of her.

Derek raises his eyebrow. "Your pack got killed? What happened? I'm sorry that happened to you. Were you close with your pack?" He asks as he looks down towards the ground. "You know... that's why we keep it to ourselves. Our kind is feared and hunted. We have to hide from the humans or they may kill us." He says as he looks back up towards the girl standing in front of him. "Well, you must be very brave to approach me when I have a gun. Or very foolish." He says, chuckling.

"So, you're not afraid of dying then?" Derek says as a smirk appears on his face, "how would you like to join my pack?" He takes a few steps forward. "We only have the strongest, smartest wolves in our pack. I can tell, just by seeing you, that you're both," he says, extending his hand out towards her in a friendly way, "so, what do you say? Join me."

Jenna thinks for a few moments, before taking Derek's hand. "Fine. I'll join."

"Welcome to the pack, Jenna. You are one of us now. It's a pleasure to have you part of the Hale Pack." Derek says, holding the girl's hand firmly. "Are there any others that survived your pack? Or are you the only one?" He asks, while still looking into Jenna's eyes, waiting for her response, trying to see if she's hiding something.

"As fas as I know, I'm the only one."

Derek takes a moment to think about this. He then lets go of Jenna's hand and takes a step back. He pulls his gun from his holster and rack the slide. "Sorry, but I can't take any chances. You understand that, don't you?" He says as he points the gun towards the girl. He takes aim, "I'm sorry Jenna, but I'm the Alpha. If I let you walk away, I could risk my pack and my life. I can't have that. Please understand." He finally says as a tear starts to form in my eye.

"Do it." Jenna says, tears rolling down her face.

Derek freezes. He can't move or speak. He just stands there... staring at Jenna with his eyes open wide. He drops the gun to his side as his arm and wrist go limp. He takes a few slow steps forward and hugs the girl tight. He holds her close to him. Derek starts feeling hot tears drop down his face and hears Jenna start to cry as well. They both hug each other and let their sad tears roll down their faces.

Derek whispers into Jenna's ear, "I'm so sorry."

And that's when she does it. Jenna takes Derek's gun and points it at her own head. She looks at Derek. "I love you." She says as she pulls the trigger, shooting herself, and her dead body falling to the ground.

"NO." A scream comes from deep inside of Derek. His eyes widen. "JENNA! NO! NO! NOOOOOO!" He crouches down and holds Jenna's body in his arms as his voice becomes soft from sobbing. There are no more words, just deep cries of sorrow.