A/N: Hey guys! I know I need to finish chapter 5 of "And the Feelings Unveiled", but I lost inspiration on that, so I decided to start dabbling in some more AU stuff. This also follows a bit of the storyline of the song "Howl" by Florence and the Machine, so if you guys know that song, you get an idea about what this will be about. This is just a preview, but if you guys want some more, please let me know!

Chapter 1

Lunar Seduction

The moonlight shown thought the dim-lit room, shadows danced and fought the light. Stiles sat in his desk chair fidgeting and rushing to finish his 15-page Chemistry paper that was due: TOMORROW. His hands moved furiously, pounding on the keyboard as if his life depended on it. He really could care less about why rubbing alcohol reacts in milk, but if he wanted to get a good grade on the assignment, then he would have to try his best.

God, Stiles… Why do you always have to wait till the last minute?! Ughh… This is going to take forever, and I'm only on page 5! Stiles groaned with frustration. The stress was tangible in the room as little beads of sweat were wiped from Stiles' brow. He glared at the clock. Eleven o-clock.

Maybe a little food will motivate me… A smirk appeared on the young man's face as he jumped off his desk chair, momentarily stretching his legs. For a moment, he felt slightly dizzy. The room spun with colorful vertigo, the lights on his computer making a mirage in the dark room. Stiles quickly regained his balance, and he slowly made his way to the door that was previously flung ajar, not wanting to trip over the vast array of clothes and papers that happened to be strewn freely about the ivory carpet of his bedroom. It was inevitable, though, the floor called to him. He, a lummox surely, would trip over any obstacle that was placed on the ground in front of his unstable feet.

Join me, Stiles… It said, beckoning him to just lie down; never to wake. He tripped over the textbooks he forgot that he had placed there earlier this evening. He groaned once more, pushing himself up with the scrawny arms he had been given, and lazily pulled himself to his feet. It didn't help that his body was already aching, screaming to be let to drift off. Stiles refused to sleep, putting his academics first, himself the last on the vast list of things to worry about. He hadn't slept for 3 days.

The thing was, nobody cared, or even noticed that Stiles was screaming on the inside; a whole array of precipices pulling him towards the edge, waiting for him to fall to his undoing. The people around him had enough of their own shit to deal with in their lives. He expected them to at least think, not of just themselves, when they asked him for his help. His life was the one thing that did not belong to his friends, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Stiles ran down the stairs. His mouth was already watering with anticipati on and he yanked on the refrigerator door, hard, and the whole mass shook. Stiles licked his lips. He stood there for a second, his pale ears perking up with heightened sensitivity. The fridge stood wide open, as he cautiously stalked to the front door , old floorboards creaking beneath him.

His pupils dilated, and his entire body tensed, trying to muster up some of the little free-will he still had left. He opened the door, chin rising so that his eyes could catch over the big mass in the sky staring down at him. The full moon was breath-taking. The little ringlets of light fluttered down to meet him, and he accepted them with a look of awe. He stared out into the night; he heard something that resembled a growl. It snapped him right back to reality. He realized what he had been doing.

But, it can't be. Stiles told himself. It's not possible. With that, he took a large step back, and practically slammed the front door. He stopped just short when he realized that his Dad was sleeping just upstairs. It was also that Stiles was compelled to walk straight for the sound, regardless of the danger that may lie ahead. He took a subtle step forward, his muscles betraying his commands to set him free.

The next thing Stiles knows, is he is cracking his eyes open after what seems to be a very long night. He flipped on his back, the soft cotton mattress squeaking underneath him. He keeps getting these flashes of what he assumes to be his memory starting to come back. He blinks in defiance of the strange feeling. They come in a mess of little blips that don't make sense on their own. It just leaves a very confused Stiles staring at the ceiling, until his brain can put the puzzle pieces together.

Forest. Tripping underneath the soft glow of the moon.

Stiles was in the forest… But why? Why not the mall, or somewhere that you wouldn't mind being during a full moon? The one place you don't wanna be during the full moon; lunatics running about the shadows, killing; their prey defenseless against their strong arms. YES. Stiles called them lunatics, but he read enough werewolf mythology to know the truth. That the myths, weren't exactly myths.

Stiles had no idea what he was doing in the forest, but he certainly didn't chose to be there. Not with his pap- Oh shit! He couldn't believe that he forgot his paper. He needed some time to think, jog his memory. Perhaps a day off school wouldn't be so bad.

Stiles slowly rose from his position on the bed, which could be perceived as strange depending on which angle you looked at it, and how you defined "strange". He was afraid of the vertigo that usually overcame him when he got up too fast, his body moving faster than his mind could process. Standing, he thought for second, arms shielding his half-naked body from the chill of the breeze oozing from the window.

A man. A STRONG man. Broad shoulders. Glowing red eyes that pierced the night. He appeared so suddenly, presumably from nowhere.

Ooooh... So Stiles saw a man. He was quite happy that he spent the night with such a handsome man. He remembered the man in greater detail now. He had hair that rivaled the night sky, and scruff that just pierced the skin. His eyes were a dark brown; the pupils had been almost completely dilated when they weren't glowing an obscene shade of red. His eyes dulled, and he looked kind of sorry, like he had something to apologize for.

The man disappeared just as quickly as he came, turning his body in one swift motion. He was… sort of… graceful. Stiles' mouth gaped open, a light bulb going off in his head. He almost fell at the realization. Not that it would be a shocker, since he did do a lot of falling….

The man he had witnessed had been a werewolf. Not just any werewolf, but an alpha; he had only read about such things. Witnessing it now, he was disappointed that he couldn't convince the alpha to come back to his place. Maybe ask some questions….

He came back from his fantasies to find himself sitting, probably happened about the second of the realization, if not millisecond. He half-heartedly struggled to his feet, finding them slightly cut up.

Cuts. Rocks. Ground. Dragging his bloody feet across the hallowed ground.

He must have forgotten the shoes part of the equation last night, when he had strayed from the comfort and safety of his own home. He winced when he took a step towards the bathroom, and was plagued with a sharp pain that flashed through his body like lightning. However he had gotten home, he was sure he didn't walk. Forgotten pebbles were still plastered to his clammy feet.

That is when Stiles realized that he didn't know how he had gotten home….

A/N: Again guys, this is just a preview, so please comment/favorite/follow so I know that you guys want to see more of this!