The Coven
Chapter one.

Stiles walked in his room throwing his bag full of heavy books on his desk chair. Exhaused by school and werewolf business he laid on his bed. Fuck my life, Stiles thought. He hated having this much secret, not only secrets but also of who he really was, he couldn't even tell his best friend Scott. He just wanted to be normal, like every other 18 year old.

And then there's Derek-Derek fricking Hale. Derek was always being an asshole to Stiles for practically nothing. Always hitting, kicking or insulting Stiles. He was sick and tired of being the 'annoying, talk active, hyper on Adderall friend'.

If they only knew.

Stiles awoke from his thought by footsteps on his roof.

Great, just what I needed

Stiles looked out of his window and saw Derek standing there with his usual glare at the younger boy.
Grunting the teen got of his bed and over to the window to open it. He stepped aside to let the wolf in. Stiles looked back at the door to see it was open. His dad was still at home and he didn't want his dad to overhear the kind of bullshit Derek was about say. Quickly looking back at Derek who was now sitting on Stiles bed he pointed at the door to silently mention to stay quiet before he closed the door. Derek gave him a single nod and Stiles went to close the door.

Turning back, he was face to face with Derek and being pushed against the door.

Not again…

"Why am I wanted in the state for murder?" Derek hissed trying for the Sheriff not to hear anything.

"Well," Stiles said trying hard not to piss of Derek, "Scott told my dad that it was you who killed those people in school. Because we thought you were dead so we saw nothing more to it than blaming a dead guy. Oh, by the way we thought you were dead, did I mention that already?" Stiles winced even before Derek could hit him. The odd thing was that Derek didn't even hit the boy. Stiles opened his eyes to look at the old male standing in front of him, shocked that he wasn't on the floor crying about his broken jaw. "Derek…?"

"Shut up Stiles!"

Stiles did as he was told. Derek walked back to the window stepping out with one leg. He paused to look back at Stiles. "Fix this," Derek growled, "or I will rip your throat out."
And with that the wolf left.

"Fix this or I will na-na-na." Stiles repeated with an annoyed tone.

"I heard that!" Derek yelled from outside from the teen's lawn

"Like I give a shit…" Stiles muttered hoping the wolf didn't hear it this time.

Stiles awoke from the best sleep he had in a few days to the irritating sound of his alarm clock.
Stiles got up and glanced outside through sleepy eyes. He looked out to his dad's cop car already gone. He probably had to work the morning shift. He walked into the bathroom and stepped in front of the mirror looking at his reflection. He had dark bags under his eyes and just looked like he hadn't sleep in ages. Stepping away from the mirror, and his pathetic reflection, Stiles turned his shower on waiting for it to heat up. He stepped under the warm spray and gave a sigh of contentment.

Stupid Scott, stupid Alpha, stupid Derek and stupid life.

Stiles felt drained even after he went to bed at 8:30.

What does that stupid Alpha want with Scott. It's not like he's the best werewolf ever. If he wanted someone better why not just go with Derek instead. Derek… he'd be a better Alpha… I think.
Maybe a more sadistic one but definitely a better one. What would his pack look like? Pack…package I wonder if Derek's package is just as huge as he is. I would do anything to kneel before it, lips moist his eyes, full of lust, boring in to mine just as I lean forward and open my mouth wide enough to s-

Stiles snapped out of his of thoughts and looked down to see his member throbbing, and screaming for release. He ignored it for the time, not wanting to masturbate on the thought of Derek, which quite frankly scared the crap out him, to be thinking that way of the wolf.

Stiles finished showering as quickly as he could. He grabbed his towel and dried of. Once dry he went to his room and put on his usual button-up shirt and plain white t-shirt underneath it and some jeans to go with the outfit. He all but ran down the stairs go get his car keys and out of the front door towards his Jeep.

Once inside he forgot his bag was still in his room, still in his desk chair where he had thrown it yesterday. Stiles really didn't want to waste any more time by running upstairs again so he looked around the neighborhood to see if anyone could see him for what he was about to do.
When Stiles saw nobody in sight he was engulfed by red flames draping over his entire body like wings made out of fire, leaving behind a few lost flames and disappeared with a faint crackling sound.
He reappeared with the same red flames not a second later but was now standing in his room.
Looking for his bag a moment he picked up his bag he disappeared almost instantly with the same flames and crackling sound and was again sitting in his car happy that he just saved three minutes with teleporting.

Turning on the engine he sped off to school.

Arriving at school he saw Allison chatting away with Lydia while Scott stood there waiting for his best friend. Stiles felt bad for the pup so he got out of his baby and walked towards the group.

Halfway on the parking lot he was almost hit by Porsche.

Fucking asshole!

"Watch it, asshole!" Jackson yelled getting out of his car ready to beat Stiles to a pulp.

"Seriously? I should watch it? Why can't you drive like a normal person instead of some ass!"

Jackson clenched his fist and walked towards Stiles.

He pulled his fist back to hit Stiles but was caught by another hand.

"Jackson, you better not tried to hit by best friend?" Scott said eyes turning amber.

"N-no! Now let go of me y-you freak!"

Stiles always thought it was cute when Scott protected him. Even if he could kill his best friend with little to none effort.

"Scott," Stiles said calmly trying not to piss of Scott more so he won't shift, "you can stop now, I'm okay."

Scott didn't take his eyes of Jackson until he felt Stiles hand on his shoulder and felt his shift being suppressed. His eyes snapped at Stiles but the teen put up the most innocent face he ever saw.
Scott's wolf felt as if it had chains around its neck and was furiously being pulled back.

Scott let go of Jackson's hand and Stiles let go of Scott's shoulder.

Jackson hurried to enter as Scott kept his eyes fixed on his best friend.

"Stiles?" Scott asked somewhat shocked.

"Yes, Scott?" Stiles asked mockingly on the same shocked tone.

"What the hell did you just do?"

"What did I do?" Maybe if Stiles played dumb long enough Scott wouldn't suspect anything about Stiles.

"You-you just…like, you know." Scott couldn't even make a coherent sentence.

"Eh…no I don't know, you know." Stiles said.

"Y-you like…pulled the wolf back-against its will."

Stiles held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I did nothing like that. Maybe your wolf is just smarter then you and knows when to stop."

Stiles walked away think he just dodged a bullet but Scott didn't believe anything that came out of his best friend's mouth.

A/N: So yeah... this is my first ever writting fic. So a little kind. And review review review!

Sorry for any mistakes in the story, I tried to get them all.