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I thought I'd start with a cold opening that is so often used in Teen Wolf. The next chapter will go back to the day before and explain how we go here. This story is completely Canon, and we won't know for 9 months whether it actually happens in season 3. Again this story is CANON

Prologue

Since all the madness began what seemed so long ago Stiles knew this was always a very real possibility. His best friend was turned into a werewolf because he went into the same woods as an Alpha, Stiles had been hanging around and generally annoying werewolf's for the better part of a year. There was a part of his mind that always knew it would come to this - maybe not this exact situation Stiles thought looking around him at the craziness the night had turned into. There was even a section of his brain that wanted it to happen, which craved for the power.

None of its inevitability though made the situation any less horrifying.

The hand around his throat tightened bringing his full attention back to the deadly Alpha Alpha – Stiles still didn't know the proper title of an Alpha's pack Alpha, behind him. He could feel the claws dig into the skin of his delicate neck breaking through to let a trail of blood run into the collar of his green t-shirt, forever staining it a gross maroon colour. He couldn't help the gasping yelp that escaped his mouth. He guessed he shouldn't bother saving face though when every wolf in the clearing could smell the fear exuding from him in torrents. It didn't stop the teenager at least trying to appear tough.

"Well what is it going to be? Should I just rip his throat out now or are you going to give him the bite?"

The casual way the ultimatum was given by the Alpha Alpha, left no doubt in Stiles mind that if Derek didn't speak up in the next couple of minutes he would brutally kill the teenager and think nothing of it. Even though he knew the choices were be turned or a horrible death he couldn't help but meet Derek's eyes with his own and plead with him to find another solution. He had made this decision once and nothing had changed. There may be a small part of his brain that wanted to be a werewolf, but Stiles figured that part was really small… like tiny. Stiles had seen and experienced how much drama had been brought to everyone around Scott after his transformation and he just couldn't do that to his Dad. He already worried enough about people wanting to kill his Dad because he was Sheriff he wouldn't add himself to the list.

Stiles managed a small shake of his head to Derek, clearly conveying his wish to not be turned to the best of his ability. It was made more difficult by the inhumanly strong hand, which was currently cutting off his air supply. Derek Hale nodded in acknowledgment but also let out an almighty sigh as he tuned his gaze away from the captive human. Unfortunately his eyes landed on Scott who was struggling to rise on the other side of the clearing. Keeping an arm firmly wrapped around recently broken ribs, Scott's head swivelled from Stiles to Derek and back again. There was a desperate look in his eyes and Stiles really hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid. His best friend had already had his ass handed to him once that night. Only Scott could think he could take on five Alphas and an Alpha Alpha by himself.

"No! Derek you can't. He doesn't want it."

"WHAT CHOICE IS THERE?" Derek suddenly growled his eyes turning red in an attempt to subdue the Beta knowing that if they tried anything they would all be killed instantly. Turning back to the rapidly blue-faced boy Derek so often imagined chocking himself he had no choice but to give in. "Fine I'll give him the bite, just let him go."

The Alpha Alpha took a moment to gauge the seriousness of the other Alphas statement before suddenly throwing Stiles to the leafy ground at his feet. Scott jumped forward to where his friend was desperately panting for breath trying to regain previously restricted oxygen. His sudden movement caused a ripple of action from the other Alphas surrounding the clearing. Only the raised hand of the Alpha's Alpha held them back from attacking Scott again.

"Beautiful oxygen" Stiles choked out from the ground finally getting his breathing into a semi-controlled state, his hand rising to his neck to cover the still bleeding claw marks. Stiles was also grateful to have his best friend by his side rubbing his back supportively. Hey if you're going to be in the woods surrounded by threatening Alpha werewolves you might as well have your best friend by your side.

Looking up he saw the outstretched hand of Derek Hale. It was an uncommonly polite gesture from the constantly grumpy wolf especially towards Stiles. Grasping the older mans forearm Stiles hauled himself off the forest floor, but found himself unable to raise his eyes knowing what that man was about to do to him. Expectation lay heavily on everyone as they watched Derek wolf out still keeping a firm hold of Stiles' arm. It seemed even though they were forcing Derek to give the bite, it was something the Alphas held sacred. Stiles would have found the intense focus very intimidating if his mind wasn't running a mile a minute with other concerns. The most prominent being 'this can't be happening. I said NO. I don't want to hurt anybody…what will my Dad think. This cannot be happening'

Derek and his now hair covered face leaned in closer to his own. Stiles noticed a low growling noise emanating from the Wolf. He guessed Derek was angry at being forced to do this and the basic futility of their situation. Quietly he said, "I'm sorry Stiles" his voice a deep gravel while in his half changed state.

Again Stiles couldn't prevent the single yell he made as he felt the wolf's jaw close around his left clavicle. The extended canines dug into his flesh, transmitting their curse into the wound as easily as the bright red blood flowed out of it. And just like that it was done Stiles had finally succumbed to the inevitability of running with wolves. Stiles was bitten by an Alpha. With a ceremonial precision each Alpha from the visiting pack raised their heads to the sky and howled. Stiles didn't feel like celebrating with them.