Sour Wolf

Chapter 1

[Liam]

Liam glared at the two. They were mocking him, weren't they? They loved to see him like this; chained to a tree in the middle of the woods. He'd learned to control his shift over the summer so why did they still not trust him? It pissed him off.

"What the hell is this for?" He snarled. "You know I can control it!"

"Sorry dude, you need to be able to control everything," Scott stood there staring at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he protested defensively.

"Gee, I dunno Wolfy, how about your yellow freaking eyes!" Stiles snapped at him. Stiles didn't seem to like him very much and he didn't know why.

"Liam, you need to trust us. I just don't think you're ready, man." Scott was cool. He may have been the one to bite him and make him like this, but he was helping him and he knew he should have been grateful for that. He must have been staring at Scott because Stiles was looking angrier than ever.

"Try making your insatiable hunger less noticeable, alright?" He scowled. Liam never understood him. He was always a cool guy when they were alone, but as soon as Scott was involved he seemed grouchy and mean. Almost as if he were competing for someone's attention.

My attention.

He snapped his head up and glared at Stiles.

Could that even be possible?

The blood in his body seemed to rush to his cheeks all at once. What was he thinking? Stiles was dating Malia and he didn't seem to swing that way. But neither did himself.

I don't like dudes.

It was wrong to think that way. Mason was gay and he didn't have a problem with that. So why did he feel so weird when he thought of himself as that way?

"Are you sick?" He was snapped out of his thoughts with Stiles staring into his eyes.

"You look really flushed, dude. Are you sick?" Liam shook his head.

"I'm fine. I think it's just the full moon."

[Stiles]

Stiles watched helplessly as his best friends took on the massive werewolf. His claws were long and blue, like talons. Every time he swiped at Scott, Liam and Kira he felt his nerves going crazy. The werewolf sliced Scott's stomach just as Kira came down from above him with her sword. He swung out, punching her and sending her flying. Suddenly there was another wolf and Stiles nearly screamed, until he noticed it wasn't on the other werewolf's side. He sliced at the creature, kicking his jaw with so much force it should have broken it.

Although his entrance was impressive, he barely helped and soon Scott was down, the talons sinking into his flesh. Stiles shouted but he was ignored completely. He was looking weaker and weaker the longer his talons remained in Scott's flesh.

His body became limp, still. And suddenly fear rose in Stiles and he almost ran to his best friend but then Scott moved.

His hand gripped the werewolf's claws and immediately twisted them back, snapping them off in his stomach. The wolf hit the floor and looked up at Scott in agony as his claws fell.

"You can stay and I'll break something else, or you can run." Scott's eyes were glowing red staring down at him.

He scrambled up and within seconds he was gone. Nobody even hesitated as they all turned to look at the wolf who had jumped into help.

Before he even introduced himself Stiles recognized him almost immediately.

"You must not remember me," he started, but Stiles did.

Theo Raeken.

[Stiles]

The next day Stiles woke to an empty bed. Malia must have left early. He stretched out and lay there for a minute. Last night would have shocked anyone who wasn't new to this whole supernatural world. The only thing that disturbed him was the fact that Theo was back. Theo Raeken. Something was off about him and he couldn't figure out what. For some reason he really did not want Scott to allow him into his pack.

He was his best friend, but for some reason it was hard. Not just the werewolf crap, but the whole situation. Ever since sophomore year, he's felt different towards Scott. It started when Allison came into the picture. Usually it was just him and Scott, just the two of them; "losers" who nobody talked to. Then Scott got bit and Allison showed up and everything changed. He noticed feelings when he saw Scott with her... jealous feelings. It bothered him at first, mainly because he didn't understand them. But soon he realized he was in love with his best friend.

However, he's been trying to push the feelings away, for the sake of Scott and the sake of their friendship. Yet even now as he lays in the bed his girlfriend was just in hours before he can't help but think of Scott.

Ugh. I need to get a grip. He stared up at his ceiling when a knock came to his bedroom door. A demanding voice shouted for him.

"Stiles!"

Stiles shot up. There's no way he heard that voice right. As he walked to the door he counted his fingers.

This isn't a dream.

When he opened the door he saw him.

"Derek?"

[Liam]

Liam sat at his lunch table alone. Mason was sick and he hadn't seen much of Scott and Stiles since the beginning of the school year. It was their senior year after all. They all must be busier than ever.

I need to talk to someone...

What did it mean to be gay? He liked girls and found them attractive but the thought of guys hadn't even occurred to him until he smelled the hint of wanting coming from Stiles when he looked at Scott. Was Stiles gay? But what about Malia?

I need to talk to someone...

But who? For some reason he didn't want to tell Mason because then Mason would assume he was confessing his love to him or some crap.

Or... He thought, Or he'd be understanding and helpful.

The idea still bothered him enough to not be an option. Yet suddenly he knew who he wanted to talk to.

[Liam]

"Liam? What's wrong, man?" Scott looked down at his beta in surprise as he came into his room.

"I, uh," Liam scratched the back of his head and looked around at his room and other crap laying around. "I... I need to talk to you."

Scott's face changed from confused to concerned in seconds. "Is something going on with your changing? You said you could control it."

Liam shook his head, "No no no it's not that.. um..." He clenched his teeth and fists in frustration. Then suddenly his mouth acted without his intent, "I think I like dudes, man..."

Scott blinked and stared at him. Then the reality seemed to kick in causing him to stand up straighter.

"Are you sure?" He asked. Liam nodded, he felt sick, unsure of how Scott was going to react.

"Dude," he started, "that's awesome. I'm happy you wanted to tell me."

Liam felt relief rush over him and he suddenly wanted to cry. Scott noticed.

"Don't worry man, I won't tell anyone. Have you always felt this way?"

The question surprised Liam, he didn't know. He thought it was the other night when he was chained to the tree but now it felt like he'd known for much longer.

"I don't know. It just dawned on me out of nowhere."

"So you just looked at some dude and thought 'I'd do him'?"

Liam laughed out loud and Scott did too. He knew he didn't have to get too personal with it and he really didn't want to either.

He didn't understand it yet but for some reason it felt right to think of himself as gay. When he and Scott finished their "talk" Scott drove him home.

"I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Scott called to him from the car.

"Yeah but wait," Liam walked over to the car and leaned down, "I've been meaning to ask you something." Scott nodded telling him to go on.

"You and Stiles seemed pretty shocked when that Theo guy showed up. Did something happen with him?"

Suddenly Scott became pale and stared ahead. "Um," he looked dazed, as if he'd just been drugged, "No." He paused and looked as if he were wondering if he should tell him something. "No no. It's nothing. It's just surprising seeing him after all this time." Liam knew he was hiding something but decided to leave it at that.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Scott." And with that Scott was gone down the dark road.

After finally admitting it Liam felt almost weightless, though he didn't understand if it was in a good or bad way.

[Stiles]

Derek sat at the edge of Stiles' bed as he spoke.

"I can't remember what happened. I just remember running. Running for home."

Stiles looked at him confused. "Home?" He looked around his room and noticed Derek scowling at him.

"You know what I mean." He looked indifferent yet pissed at the same time.

"Ok so why come here? Why not go to Scott's?" Stiles leaned back in his chair.

"Because I don't think being near any supernatural creatures would be a good idea right now." Almost on cue his eyes changed a bright yellow.

"So you can't control your shift and you want to stay at my house? The scrawny defenseless human?"

"You being human is exactly why I need to stay here. When I'm near other supernatural beings I become ravenous and uncontrollable. I think it's part of the wolf trying to assert dominance." He paused, "Which is why you're the only thing I can be near right now."

Stiles felt his heart speed up slightly and his cheeks became warm, "Uh, well I don't have a spare room if you plan on staying."

"I can sleep on the floor."

[Derek]

A knock on the window woke Derek. He didn't even need to look to know it was someone of supernatural origin. His body began to react on it's own. His fangs protruded and his eyes turned bright yellow.

The thing outside slid the window open and Derek pounced before it could make it inside. The two tumbled off the roof and slammed onto the ground, clawing and ripping at one another.

Derek jumped back, then dug his claws into the figure. It was a girl, but that didn't hold him back, nothing could. He heard screaming coming from the house yet all his mind was telling him to do was kill.

The girl sank her fangs into his leg causing him to stumble back. His claws swooped up, slicing her chin before she pounced onto him, pinning him to the ground. Her claws slashed at his chest and he cried out. Derek rolled over, slamming her down and nearly biting her whole throat clean out of her neck.

Suddenly, arms were around him pulling him weakly. His body felt different now. The person holding him reeked with desperation and anxiety and the arms around him seemed to calm him, pulling him back to reality.

"Derek, what the hell did you do!" Stiles' voice was in his ear, filled with panic. As Derek looked down at the girl's body he could tell immediately who it was. Malia.

She was making gargling noises and trying to hold her throat which gushed blood. Blood leaked from her mouth and her eyes were wide.

She wasn't healing.

End of Chapter 1