The Truth Comes Out

Stiles' P.O.V

We were hanging at Derek's loft-me, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Derek and Scott- when the alarm started blaring. Everyone was immediately on their feet, wolfed out, except for me, of course. I had no idea what was going on or what the alarm meant. I was sitting at Derek's desk when the big door slid open and one of the rival packs in California piled in-there were 6 betas and the alpha. We were outnumbered greatly. The wolves went after them and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the window behind me shattered and claws raked across my back. When I was down, he clawed my right cheek too. "Precious human. So weak, so vulner-" he was cut short as Derek tackled him and nearly ripped his throat out, but was stopped at the alpha yelling "RETREAT!" the beta shoved Derek off of him and ran. I was bleeding pretty badly, but stood to assess the damage. A beta from the rival pack laid of the ground, his dead eyes staring at nothing. Isaac stood, but barely. He had long gashes across one of his thighs and his torso. Erica had claw marks on her arm, nothing to serious. Boyd and Derek seemed unscathed, other than a few cuts and bruises. But Scott laid on the ground and groaned, gaining everyone's attention. I raced over to him and kneeled next to him. He had long claw marks stating at his lower abdomen and went up to his pecks. "He'll be fine. Move him to the couch." Derek said. The other betas lifted him and set him on the couch." I walked over to them, Derek trailing behind me. "Stiles." I stopped and turned towards him. "Yeah?" I replied. "Your back." I reached my hand back and touched my back. I pulled it back and it was soaked in blood. I gasped and nearly toppled over. Derek laid me on the couch, opposite of Scott, on my stomach. He quickly ran upstairs and returned with a first aid kit. He cleaned the wounds and laid a bandage on each of the claw marks. As for my face, he just cleaned those with a gentleness I didn't know he had. After he was done, I checked on Scott you was patched up, but not fully healed cause the wounds were from an alpha. "I'm going home. Wanna come, Scott? Dad won't be home till morning, he has the night shift." "Sure." He replied. "Be careful." Derek called after us. "Will do." I said. On the way home Scott nodded off a few times. We got home and both collapsed on my bed. Scott fell asleep quickly and I didn't hear my dad's police cruiser pull up the driveway. He walked inside, and came into my room to see claw marks on my face and bandages across Scott's torso. "What the hell happened to you?" my dad questioned. I pulled the covers up over my head and nudge Scott awake. "How's it goin', Dad?" I say. "Don't you 'how's it goin' me. I saw your face. What has been going on with you two lately?"

"It's nothing, Dad."

"Yeah, right. I've had enough lies. I want the truth. Now."

"It's really noth-"

"Stiles! The. Truth. Now."

I looked at Scott and he nodded.

"Werewolves." Was all I said.

"Excuse me?"

"Werewolves are real. Scott's one, along with Derek Hale, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, and Isaac Lahey."

"This isn't funny, Stiles. I want the truth."

Scott butted in. "It is true."

"I don't believe you."

Scott looked at me, I nodded, and he shifted and Dad just stared.

"What the-"

"Don't freak out. It's still me." Scot said with a slight lisp from his fangs.

"We were at Derek's when a rival pack attacked us. I'm okay though." I said. I explained everything about packs and Alphas, betas, and omegas to my dad. He took it quite well, other than he kept looking at Scott like Scott was going to eat him. He made us promise to try and stay out of trouble, which was highly unlikely. He then said he was going to bed and that he loved us, werewolf or not. Scott visibly relaxed. "That went well." I said.

"And thank god it did."

And we both fell into a deep sleep.