"It's been quite some time since the last time we saw each other, Stiles," Peter cooed, lips curling in a charming grin, circling the teen. Stiles shifted uneasily and licked his lips, glancing around. "Oh, don't worry. I took the liberty of making sure no one can find us." He leaned in to whisper, as if he were trying to keep some big secret. "At least not yet."
"What do you want, Peter?" Stiles asked, voice trembling slightly. Peter could hear his heart beat accelerate. "I've got other werewolves to deal with, if you hadn't noticed." Peter stepped forward and took Stiles's arm none too kindly, and held it out, sliding up the sleeve of his sweater.
"Have you finally come to terms with wanting to be a werewolf?" Peter asked with a small smirk. Stiles swallowed thickly and stared up at Peter.
"I told you I wasn't -"
"-And I told you that you were lying."
Stiles inhaled sharply and his gaze fell, uncertain. He knew, through Scott and Derek, through Erica and Isaac, but mostly Scott, what it was like to be a werewolf.
"You could protect them," Peter said, interrupting Stiles's thoughts. "Lydia, Scott... Your father." Peter stopped when he felt Stiles tense. "You can keep him safe, Stiles. All you have to do is say yes."
"No." Stiles had his teeth clenched, trembling lightly, pulling his arm from Peter, who gave no fight. "I don't want to be a werewolf, I don't want to be part of your pack.. I don't want any of it."
Peter laughed. "Oh, you will soon, Stiles. You will want it and so much more."
Stiles narrowed his gaze. He'd ask Scott to do it. Or Derek. He knew Scott wouldn't go through with it. "Then we'll just wait and see," he spat out, turning away from Peter, taking off, hoping he wouldn't follow.
If it meant protecting his father, then maybe the bite was worth it. Maybe being a werewolf wouldn't be so bad.