I have gone through all the chapters and edited them. All edited versions have replaced the old ones. I am currently picking back up on working on right chapter 6 for this. Keep in mind there are other stories that I am also trying to get the next chapter up and going.
Unbetaed and I don't own Teen Wolf.
Warning; things are a bit different.
November 26th. Time 10:35pm.
Stiles was beyond scared at this moment. Not even fifteen minutes earlier he was just relaxing on the hood of his jeep watching the two Betas fight. A way of training for Scott. At the same time they had stopped and looked around, Stiles got off his jeep and did the same thing. All he saw was the darkness in the woods and the moon light shining down upon the three of them. He scanned the area until a growl caught his attention and he looked back where Derek and Scott stood.
A hand through Derek's chest. Just like that night at the school, he was thrown towards Stiles' direction and just barely missed his jeep landing with a sickening thud onto the ground. Stiles winced and looked at Derek's bleeding back for a moment than to the Alpha. Seeing Scott's arms bent at an impossible angle. He was sure they were broken, and he was bleeding at the shoulder. He could see his friend's eyes fluttering close. Blacking out.
Peter had dropped Scott where he stood. Rather harshly, Scott made a thud sound as well. Stiles didn't move. He couldn't he was frozen to the spot with fear. Peter stared him down and smirked inwardly. "I suggest you run." Peter had growled out at the teen that jumped and ran as fast as he could. Peter always liked a chase. The other two would heal. Stiles knew he wouldn't if he were caught. So he ran for his life.
Sure Stiles liked the fact he knew about werewolves and his best friend was one but getting chased down the most powerful werewolf was not on his 'To do list'. The leaves and branches crunched violently underneath Stiles' vans. The cool air of the November night hitting his face and filling his lungs with the air. Stiles could hear the Alpha behind him and pushed himself faster. Times like this he thanked his coach for making him run suicides.
Something caught his ankle, he wasn't sure if it was the Alpha or a tree branch. His fall knocked the breath out of him but that didn't matter, he tried crawling away to get up but was pulled back, claws digging into his ankle, that's when he knew it was the Alpha who had gotten him. Stiles was flipped forcibly onto his back, a stick scrapping his side, tearing his shirt.
He looked up at the sky and soon came face to face with the ugly face of the Alpha, having the teen pinned down. The lacrosse player couldn't get out of the werewolf's grip, after wiggling around trying to. His ankle hurt like hell. Peter had opened his mouth showing the teen his teeth. "Oh god. I'm gonna die." Stiles breathed out completely terrified.
Peter advanced, Stiles was expecting to get his face torn off or his neck, but instead his shoulder exploded in pain and he screamed. It seemed to annoy Peter who sunk his teeth deeper into the teen's shoulder with cut off the scream with a whimper of pain. He tried struggling weakly against the Alpha once again, once the teen blacked out, Peter released and disappeared. The teen would come to him. That was, if only the teen had survived the bite.
Present
Stiles sat in his room typing away on his computer for a school assignment. He'd have to get it done so his dad wouldn't kill him because of bad grades. Mr. Stilinski was working this current moment on November 6th at 4:27pm. Stiles sighed as he finished the last sentence and printed it out, quickly shoving it into his book bag not to mix it up with many werewolf pictures and information.
He didn't need to lose those papers in the mix of the werewolf ones. He only had so many of those because only two months ago his best friend was turned into a werewolf. Of course at first Scott didn't believe Stiles but soon Scott's mind was changed and he believed.
Stiles leaned back in his seat, cracking his fingers than running his hands over his buzzed hair, than his face and dropping them onto his legs. This werewolf thing made his life and Scott's a hell of a lot more interesting but also more dangerous and a bit more complicated. What was Stiles going to do if he ended up getting hurt and couldn't tell his dad the truth. He shook his head.
The Alpha. They still didn't know who it could be, it could be anyone. Derek could never track the Alpha's scent when he turned human and the only other werewolf that was in Beacon Hills was Peter Hale but from what he heard from Scott, he was badly burned and couldn't even move at all. So there was no way it could be him.
Stiles sighed, maybe he could get Danny to trace that text from the night in the school. He knew the lacrosse goalie could do it. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees, and face in hands. He heard someone entering through his window he didn't turn around to see who it was. "I swear Scott if you've come here to gloat about how great and fabulous Allison is, I'm going to hit you with this chair." He told the figure who stood behind him. Unaware it wasn't even Scott.
So this started as a role play for a site but so far no one has answered my thread. But anyway I thought it would be a great story! Tells me what chu think. I'm thinking of making this Sterek, but let me know what you want to see. Stiles Jackson? Stiles Danny? I'm curious as your minds think of the answer. Review please!
