Don't fall.
In the distant you could hear the growling coming from the clearing that was less than one hundred feet ahead of me. When a blood chilling scream echoed through the area I pushed myself to run as fast as my scrawny legs could go. I had to help.
Don't fall.
I had to help everyone, I was the one who figured out that there was a family of witches in Beacon Hills. I was the one who traced exactly who they were and I'll be dammed if I'm about to miss when we confront them about what they're doing here. I knew I was getting closer when I could hear yelling, although I couldn't understand anything anyone was saying. It was all jumbled together and with my distance it was all but impossible to even think I could hear anything that was being yelled. When everything went silent I panicked then suddenly I was in the air before all I could feel was pain as my body slammed against the ground. I knew before the pain had time to settle that I was all cut up and bruised, but I needed to keep going. I needed to make sure everyone was okay.
Lifting myself up with a groan I tried to ignore the pain that seemed to radiate from every inch of my body and began running, slower than last time, but it wasn't walking speed so that was a win for me. The moment I broke through the clearing I got to see how truly chaotic it was. Almost every wolf has some kind of wound, but on first glance none seemed life threatening. Looking around for a certain wolf I finally found him.
Derek.
He was badly wounded yet he was still standing, still moving closer to a terrified looking boy. A fucking boy! The kid looked like he couldn't be older then fourteen, maybe fifteen and he looked like he was going to shit his pants. But suddenly a man who seemed to be in his mid twenties was stalking towards Derek and it didn't look promising for the wolf. In a moment of sheer panic I looked around for anything I could use to get the mans attention. Spotting a decent sized rock I bent down to pick it up. If I hit the man he wouldn't die, but his attention would sure as shit be on me and that was good enough. Starting off in a run I thought about if this was really a good idea, I mean was Derek Hale worth dying for?
Yes, he was.
Because he would do it for me if our roles were reversed.
I was barley five feet away from the man when he turned to give me the most twisted look ever. I wanted to stop but I never got the chance. The man mumbled some jibberish and lifted his hand, a white light seemingly just pouring out of the palm of his hand.
The last thing I remembered was a voice screaming my name, a flash of white light was made my skull feel like it was spitting in half, then... nothing.
Voices. Whispers, hushing, talking. But it was so loud. I tried groaning to let the owners of the voices know they were getting on my fucking nerves but that seemed to draw all the attention to me. I heard a few female voices mutter my name but it was the sudden large, warm hand that slipped under the back of my neck to lift my head slightly that made me want to snuggle against the owner of the hand, because I knew who's hand it belonged to.
"Stiles? Please... open your eyes or say something... please." His voice sounded so broken, so scared. I got knocked out, that was nothing new. I was always the one getting hurt because I was the human who knew nothing about defending himself. With another small groan I forced my eyes open just slightly before I closed them again for a moment, my hand coming up to rub my face before i let my hand drop against my chest, my right hand resting gently on the swell of skin on my chest.
My eyes snapped open and were met with the most beautiful set of green eyes I've ever seen, and I would've allowed myself to get lost in them only there was a problem. A big fucking problem. Tilting my head down I looked down at a body that was not mine. Under the Redhood shirt I was wearing you could see the perfect outline of breasts, female breasts. And you could see the nipples! I let out a yell that sounded more like a screech, both hands lifting to push away the male that was hovering over my... smaller body. Shooting up I looked around before I looked down at this... What the fuck!
"I have boobs!"
That is not my fucking voice. I must have looked as freaked out as I was because everyone tried to speak at once before Scott all but yelled.
"The witches turned you into a chick! ...On accident but ya know.."
No Scott, I don't fucking know.
Then something happened that scared everyone. I started to cry. Then I began to laugh.
"I'm a girl... a witch turned me into... a girl." Giggling, I was giggling like a psycho, my hands were wrapped around my body. "My best friend is a werewolf.. and I'm a girl... Why does fate hate me?" Looking up I turned my head to look up at Derek, Who looked down at me with sadness and confusion. What the hell were we now?
"Were going to fix it, once we find the witch who did this."
"I-I need to go home..." I didn't want to go home but I was cold and this was uncomfortable and I felt naked. "Scott.. Lydia please take me home." I broke the stare I had with Derek and looked around at everyone who was in the room.
Scott, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, Peter, Kira, Erica, Boyd. The pack. My family.
"Oh come on! Let me take you home, or to my place at least. You need clothes that'll fit and I think your rack is the same size as mine." Erica spoke so god damn cheerfully, like she was enjoying my misery and embarrassment. My arms tightened around my now slim and delicate frame.
"That's enough! Erica leave him-her..." There was a pause in a moment of confusion before the green eyed male huffed out, "Leave Stiles alone. I'm giving the ride home, it's my fault this even happened."
"I want Scott to take me home... Please. I need my buddy, I need my best friend. Please Derek..." I whispered knowing the wolf would hear me completely. I watched as he let out a sigh of defeat before he nodded down at me. Swallowing hard I looked down at my new body and lifted myself up.
Before, I was only a few inches shorter than the wolf. Now, I barely came up to the males chin. Shifting my eyes away I grabbed the sweats I was now wearing before my eyes widened.
"Where are my pants and who the fuck changed me into these?!"
"Stiles, relax. I was the one who changed you, and those are mine so they should fit." Allison's timid little voice spoke up and I instantly felt bad for yelling but this shit was terrifying. I had boobs! And other lady parts that I know nothing about.
Nodding my head and letting out a soft 'Thank you' I moved away from the green eyed male before I could do anything else stupid.
Walking soundlessly away from everyone I pushed open the door to the Hale house and stepped out into the cold, my arms wrapping around my arms as I rushed forward towards my jeep, where I had a few blankets in the back. Crawling into the passenger seat of my baby I reached in the back and grabbed a random fuzzy blanket I kept in the back and wrapped the fabric around my body and glanced up to see Scott and Isaac walking towards the jeep before they broke apart. Scott got into the drivers seat while Isaac climbed onto Scott's bike. I watched as he started up the jeep before he shifted into drive and hit the gas, sending us zooming down the dirt road that lead to the main road.
"Am I hot?"
"What?" I laughed at the sheer confused puppy look I was getting from the tan male sitting next to me.
"You heard me, am I hot?"
"Dude.. as your best friend you do realize I'm obligated to say yes, right?" Glancing away from the road Scott shifted his head to look over at me before looking at the road.
"Mmm no, as my best friend you're obligated to tell me the truth. So spill."
After a long while of silence I was about to ask again when the male let out a small sigh. watching him closely he rolled his eyes before pressing his lips together he nodded his head slowly. Letting out a breath I nodded with him before I timidly reached up to pull down my visor. I did my best to ignore my reflection when I got into the jeep, keeping my head down and looking straight ahead or focusing on Scott but I needed to see how I looked and no better to do it with my best friend in a moving car. That way if I was ugly and he was lying I could throw myself out of the jeep. Simple. Lifting the flap that covered the mirror I let out a small gasp.
I was fucking hot.
My normally thin lips were perfectly swollen and the prettiest shade of pink, as if all I've been doing is kissing someone. My nose was still pointed but my face was no longer round, my jaw was sharper and more pointed. My cheeks were perfectly defined but what threw me off the most were my eyes and my hair. My eyes were no longer the sweet honey brown they once were, but were a sharp blue, so blue that they seemed to be grey as well, and my hair.. it was white. Sitting back I stared up in awe on my reflection before my head snapped over to look at Scott.
"This is so fucking weird." My voice was soft and I know if Scott didn't have his special wolfie powers he wouldn't have heard me, but he simply nodded to let me know that he did indeed hear me and that he agreed. Closing the flap to cover my reflection I sank back into the seat and wrapped the blanket around my small frame even tighter.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't realize that Scott had pulled into the driveway of my family home, parked perfectly and had the jeep off. By the time my mind caught up to what was happening I could only focus on one thing.
And that was the police cruiser that was parked in front of my jeep. My dad was home, and I couldn't face him like this.
