Chapter One:
The whole thing had started on a late Saturday night, when Stiles was alone at home, researching.
He had borrowed various bestiaries and scripts from both Deaton and Mr Argent (the later taking some convincing). Quickly, though, Stiles had found a dilemma. Deaton's books, though long and descriptive, were all in Archaic Latin and translated worse than Google did, so Stiles couldn't understand half the things he read, even when translated into English.
The Argent's scripts were even worse. The ones that were in English, had many, many, many, many, detailed paragraphs about how dangerous and hideous various supernational beings were, and how they needed to be put down (pun intended). Basically the things were just lengthy discussions on why people should hate werewolves. No thanks.
And Stiles, sitting down that night, had found himself thinking, 'Can't anyone write an understandable, accurate bestiary?' and then he realised, there was someone who could! And no, it wasn't Deaton, screw you.
So, he started with werewolves, obviously, typing the whole thing up on his computer, he wrote paragraphs and paragraphs, pages and pages, everything he knew to be true and totally accurate.
He started with their appearance (descriptions of claws, teeth, eyes (and the story behind the eyes), hair, etc.), then he went on to the behaviour (sniffing, growling, changing at the full moon, pack-mentality, etc.), then onto supernatural abilities (strength, smell, sight, sound, memory-taking, wolf-features and how alphas could absorb their beta's power), then culture (symbols, history, famous packs, basic wolf ideals) and so on…
He even added an extra couple pages on mutations such as the Kanima, or people whose bodies rejected the bite.
The wolf part, though, was easy, though, what with Scott (and unfortunately Peter) helping with behavioural, historical and physical facts, as well as providing him with pictures (eyes closed of course) of beta forms.
He couldn't write up on Banshees, since he only actually knew one and that just wasn't enough variables for his liking, after all, Lydia had only known for a couple of months, so she'd be no help when it came to dynamics and history.
The hard part was going to be writing the rest of the bestiary. Scott, innocent little Scott, had suggested he just write purely from what he'd read! Hah! No. No way. Stiles had learnt not to trust anything he read in those books anymore…no, he was going to research the old fashioned way.
The dangerous way…
Let's just hope no-one tells his dad…or Derek.