Stiles
"But I don't understand." I looked at the ground. I didn't either, but ever since Derek had turned me, and saved my life, I felt like maybe he wasn't the bad guy. The big bad wolf. Ok, maybe not the time for jokes, but you get the point. I felt like…not like I owed him something, but like I wanted to earn his loyalty. Like we were…bonded almost. I don't know how to explain it, it's weird and probably some freaky ass werewolf thing, but I just couldn't leave Derek out to die like that. Even if he is a raging psychopath with issues.
A very hot psychopath.
Oh god, now was so not the time to be thinking about that. I'd had random, fleeting thoughts of Derek like that before, but since he'd turned me I could barely go an hour without thinking about him. And how sexy he is. Which is totally not the kind of thoughts I should be having about Derek of all people, and not to mention I'm not even gay, I mean I'm in love with Lydia for god's sake, and Lydia is the furthest thing from Derek ever. In the history of the universe,
But that didn't stop me from turning bright red as I answered Scott.
"I know, and…nor do I. Maybe it's some kind of pack thing, or something? I don't know. But what I do know is that he's not the bad guy here Scott. And I just can't treat him like the enemy anymore." Scott didn't look angry, but he did look disappointed. And confused. And maybe even kinda sad, which made me feel like somehow I was failing him. He's my best friend and I'd do anything for him, but…I just couldn't do that to Derek. I just couldn't. And it wasn't like this was a betrayal or anything, I mean it wasn't hurting Scott, but from the way he just tilted his lips down and walked off, I couldn't help but feel like maybe it was.
But how much longer could I walk this line until I either betrayed Scott or betrayed Derek?