Stiles gets bitten by Scott in Mexico in order to save his life, this story is about how he's life changes dramatically and how he struggles with being a werewolf, while also struggling with his conflicting feelings for Lydia. Mostly Stiles point of view.


Stiles P.O.V.

"Scott!" I tried to reason with the creature in front of me, he was going to tackle me but I had to make him realize that it was me, his best friend. "Scott!" I said again. And he pushed me to the ground, I felt a wave of pain go through me and realized that he was stabbing me with his knife-like berserker bones, whatever they were called.

"Stiles!" I heard Malia's cry. And then everything went dark.

I opened my eyes to find out that I was laying in my bed, in my room. Was everything just a dream? Well more like a nightmare.

"Stiles?" I heard Scott's voice. I turned to see him and Malia standing warily beside my bed.

"What happened, when did we get back from Mexico, was I hallucinating the whole thing?" I asked them. Feeling the urge to stand up and pace around, my ADHD getting the best of me.

"You don't remember anything?" Scott asked.

"We'll I remember blacking out, right after you started stabbing me repeatedly, still waiting for an apology by the way." Wait I passed out, I passed out because I was dying. Then how on Earth was I not hurting at all? I lift my arm to feel were I remembered my wound to be, but froze when I looked at my arm. There was a patch covering my wrist. No. There had to be an explanation. Just NO.

"Stiles you were dying, I had to do something." Scott uttered.

"You bit me." It wasn't a question. Oh my God. I stood from the bed and started shaking. "This isn't happening." I said. God no. I couldn't breath.

"Stiles!" Scott said alarmingly. But I was in the middle of a freaking panic attack, so I just ignored him.

"Oh for God's sake." That was definitely Malia's voice. And I felt her fist connecting my face. And everything went dark, again.

I opened my eyes again secretly hoping that it all had been a terrible nightmare, but I realized I was still on my bedroom floor and that Scott and Malia were standing each in either side of me, and were looking at me with concern. I stood up.

"Well that was a method for stopping a panic attack that I did not know existed." I glared at Malia. She just smiled and uttered a "Sorry."

"Look Stiles, we didn't know if you were going to make it or not. You were losing a lot of blood and we had to do something, I had to do something and…" Scott was saying, but I interrupted him.

"You bit me."

He closed his eyes as if he were in pain.

"Scott, I'm not mad at you. Look I get it, I was dying…you were only trying to save me. And I guess you did, you know if I'm actually becoming a werewolf and not dying all over again…" Because I hadn't thought about it before, but the bite could either turn you or slowly kill you. And with my luck who knew.

"Well you don't look like you are in any pain." Scott asked.

"And you don't reek of death anymore." Malia said.

"Gee thanks." I lifted my shirt to see if I had a trace of any wound left, but they weren't there. I took the patch that was covering my wrist off and there was no sign of the bite. I was becoming a werewolf. Hell I probably was a werewolf now.

"I have to lay down." I said before sitting on my bed. Malia sat beside me and put a hand over my shoulder. I turned and looked at her.

"It's going to be okay, I'll teach you everything I know okay?" She said. And I felt like maybe it was true, and everything was going to be okay. Just then I became aware of all the sounds and the different types of smells around me, it was overwhelming. I wasn't paying any attention to it before, but I realized that my eyesight was a hundred times better and that I could hear both Malia's and Scott's heartbeats and even my own. And it was way too much for me, I couldn't focus on anything at all.

"God how do you deal with this on a daily basis?" I said, putting my hands over my ears.

"You'll get use to it, I'll teach you." Scott told me.

Everything was confusing and I felt myself slipping into another panic attack. I stood up again.

"Scott I can't… breath… don't let her hit me… again." I let out shakily.

"Stiles." Scott said firmly. "Stiles look at me." But I couldn't focus enough to look at him. I tried my best and when I finally looked at him his eyes were flashing red and he growled, like really alpha badassly growled at me. I felt my eyes shift and I can't even begin to describe how my way better eyesight from just two seconds ago, felt like nothing compared to the HD of right now. I felt claws and oh God fangs I had fangs! But it all happened just the second Scott growled, everything was gone when he stopped. And so was the panic attack, man two panic attacks in less than an hour, that has to be some kind of record.

"Thanks, almighty alpha." I said, bowing my head to Scott. Who just rolled his eyes at me. He turned to look at Malia.

"Malia, will you give me a minute with Stiles, please?" Scott asked her.

"Sure, I'm going to Kira's anyway." She said. She came to stand by my side and kissed my cheek. "See you guys later." She was taking this whole thing so freaking well, of course I don't blame her I mean she was a werecoyote after all and these kinds of things weren't new to her. They weren't new to me either, but it was still me! Skinny, pale, and defenseless Stiles who was now a WEREWOLF. And that was definitely not something that I would take lightly.

"Feeling a little better?" Scott asked and I just snorted. "Okay feeling a little less terrible?" He tried again.

"Kinda." I said. We were both sitting on the floor now. And just then I thought about Mexico and all the crap that happened there and all the crap that I didn't know of because it happened while I was unconscious. "Scott what happened in Mexico, while I was out?"

"I thought what happened in Mexico stayed in Mexico?" He said smiling. I just narrowed my eyes at him.

"Really Scott? Do you really think this is the time for a sucky joke? Why don't you ever listen and leave the sucky jokes to me?"

"Fine I was only trying to lighten the mood, that's all." He said, still smiling.

"Yeah, and we've already established that you suck at that. Okay buddy? Now please go on." I told him.

"Okay, so what's the last thing you remember?" He asked me. And I fought the urge to punch him.

"Well let's see." I faked to think about it tapping my finger to my chin. "That would definitely be you stabbing me to death." I said.

"Oh right, stupid question. I'm sorry by the way." He said.

"Thanks." I muttered.

"Okay well, after that Liam made me snap out of it and I realized what I was doing."

"Wow wow wow, hold on Liam made you snap out of it? And me your best friend since kindergarten not only can't get you to snap out of it but also gets to be stabbed? I think I'm hurt" I said touching my chest right over my heart.

"It was just because of something he said, which it's not important, would you let me tell the story?"

"Fine, sorry. Go on." I urged him.

"Okay right after that, I realized what I've done and I saw that you were dying I could even smell it, so I took a risk and I bit you. After that I fought Peter and well obviously won, since I'm still here in one piece, and the rest is history. We took you here as fast as we could."

"And what happened to Kate?" I asked.

"Oh, Mr. Argent and the Calaveras went after her. Oh and Derek now has the ability to become a full wolf, like with fur and all." He told me.

"What!? That's awesome." I said.

"Yeah it is, and Peter is locked in a secret floor for supernatural creatures in Eichen House."

"Floor for supernatural creatures?" I asked, lifting and eyebrow at him.

"Deaton." He simply said.

"Deaton." I nodded. And then I remembered how we came to the realization of where Scott and Kira were, when they were taken. Deaton told Lydia. LYDIA. "Scott, where's Lydia? What happened to her? Is she alright? Did she and that boy come out of the school okay?" I didn't want to sound desperate but I didn't know anything about her since before the trip.

"Stiles relax, she's okay. Your dad went to the school to get them, apparently they were trapped inside with a berserker, and your dad killed it with an explosive." He uttered.

"Wait, my dad. He knows?" I didn't have to say what, Scott simply knew what I was talking about. He nodded.

"He's at the station now, but I told him as soon as we got here. Stiles I'm sure he's happy that you're okay, that you're alive." He said. Trying to comfort me. But I couldn't help the tears that fell from my eyes. In that moment I just came to the realization that I was never gonna be the same Stiles again, well it's not like I was the same Stiles before, not after the whole nogitsune thing. The nogitsune. A thought occurred to me.

"Scott, what color were my eyes when you made me shift?" I said while standing up. After a long pause, he answered.

"They were blue." He almost whispered.

I closed my eyes as tight as I could. I knew I knew that deep down, it wasn't my fault, it wasn't me who killed those people. But it was my body and so the color of my werewolf eyes would always be a reminder of that time of my life.

"Stiles, it's gonna be okay. I'm going to make it okay." Scott said, standing up right beside me. I only nodded and hugged him. Because damn it, I just really needed a hug.

I heard the front door open, and high heels running up the stairs and I just knew who it was. Lydia Martin.

"Stiles!" I heard her voice called just right before she came into view. She looked as flawless as ever. She came running to me and hugged me. And I couldn't help but compare Scott's hug with Lydia's and came to the conclusion that even though I loved my best buddy, I would still prefer to hug Lydia, like always. "Are you okay?" She said, letting go of me so she could look at me. Just then I caught her scent and it hit me hard, it made my mouth watered and made my heart beat a little faster than usual. And I felt my fangs threatening to come out. I closed my eyes and started to fight them, but since I was just a baby werewolf I couldn't so my fangs came out. I looked away from Lydia embarrassed by the whole situation.

"Sorry, baby werewolf, I can't control that yet." I said.

She smiled at me and stroke my cheek with her thumb. "It's fine, are you okay?" She asked again. I just nodded.

Now I don't want to sound stupid or anything but really, I was just considering never ever ever washing my cheek again. I didn't get it I mean what was with this bubbling in my stomach all caused because of Lydia's mere presence. This was supposed to be long gone.

Let's talk a little bit about Lydia Martin, I've had crush on her since the third grade, she was basically the girl of my dreams. But, and not to anyone's shock, I wasn't the boy of her dreams. But you know I could live with that. Then everything changed after Scott got bitten, she became part of the pack and we became quite close, I could honestly say that we were now friends and that I was okay with it. After all, I had Malia now, and Lydia never showed any kind of interest in me. And I thought I was okay, but right now it felt like every single thing I ever felt or still feel was intensified by a thousand. Is this a werewolf thing?

"I bet you're hungry." Lydia said.

"Well I am always hungry." I said, realizing that my fangs were gone. She just rolled her eyes at me.

"I'll go and try to make something for you both." She told us.

"Lydia Martin trying to cook, I honestly never thought I'd see the day." I said.

"Just because you're a werewolf now, doesn't mean that I can't induce you to high amounts of pain." She glared at me, but I saw mouth forming a smile. "I'll call you guys when I finish."

"Thanks" Both me and Scott said at the same time. She smiled and went down stairs.

"Scott."

"Yeah buddy?"

"When you became a werewolf, did you feel like your feelings were like I don't know intensified? Like the rest of your senses?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"Oh no reason at all, I just hadn't thought how incredibly hard It would actually be to be a sensitively intensified creature."

"Stiles, it's going to be okay." He said again.

"Scott, if you say that one more time I swear to you, I'll punch you. Hard. I don't care if you're the alpha."

And then he just laughed.


I would like to know your thoughts on this; if I should keep going or not all that. This is just a story that I really couldn't get out of my head. So I decided to give it a try.

I would appreciate your review, thanks.