AN: This whole story started out as a short in my "Stiles Has Enough" collection. SpaghettiTacos wanted more. So there will be more, much more. Any love of this story is should go to SpaghettiTacos. This story is dedicated to you!

Day One

It's not the ash, the weird symbols, or even the fact that I have to use my own blood for this spell; no, that's fine with me but I have no idea how I am going to explain the five cuts on my wrists to my dad. He's gonna think I've turned cutter and joined some lemon club, spending all my time staring at my blood and stuff.

Because, yeah, dealing with werewolves is normal next to that.

I had the last symbol painted, the ash was spread and mixed with my blood, all that was left was the final push. This was where belief and strong will came in to play. I can't say I wasn't just a little disappointed when I found out there were no ancient chants to make the spell work. Seriously, how can that many cool movies be so very wrong?

It wasn't fair. The alpha pack had a Voodoo Priestess working for their team with all this dark hair braided with feathers and bones. The silver markings that she had swirling under her cheeks made her look like a real movie villain. If I have to go up against THAT I should at least get a cool chant.

Resting my hand against the final signal I pushed my thoughts outward, imagining and believing a brilliant blue shield of protection around our territory, one that would keep the alpha pack out until the Calvary arrived.

The releasing spell felt like a burp. Not a quiet one that you can pass off as clearing your throat but a giant belching one that has everyone in a five mile range looking at you in disgust.

The spell moved out from my chest, spreading across the forest with a crisp blue glow reminiscent of Derek's beta eyes. "Yes! I am the voodoo queen of the Hale Pack. Take that you psycho alphas" I crowed as the spell grew in intensity.

My feet tapping, back self - patting, joy was short lived. The blue started to bounce, like a pinball through the trees. Crap! Oh, right, there were three things: belief, will, and FOCUS. But really, I'm the ADD king; does anyone really expect me to focus for more than two minutes at a time?

My bouncy little spell backtracked straight toward me, knocking me off my feet and halfway across the clearing. As it struck, it felt like my entire chest had fallen asleep, filled with sparkling tingles that were just shy of pain. Hitting the ground, ass over tea kettle was truly painful. Well, it was painful to wake up from; I don't exactly remember my landing.

My ear was buzzing, a loud annoying sound and dammit, who is feeding caffeine to bees, aren't they busy enough without the awesome help that is coffee flowing through their little insect veins. "I'm not a flower, go pollinate someone else"

The buzzing stopped and I let out a relieved breath and let myself start to drift back into the darkness when "Hungry Like the Wolf" cut through my peaceful attempt at unconsciousness.

Pawing at it, I managed to answer before Derek could wolf out and lunge through the phone. "Hey, Derek"

"What the hell happened? Where are you?"

"The spell got a little frisky with me but I'm fine. I'll start heading back" As soon as my eyes uncrossed.

"You sound funny. Are you sure you are alright." I love it when Derek gets all worried and caring. It always means a night of really great "you're my mate and I can't stand it when you are hurt" sex. How Derek manages to be tender and loving and STILL break the bed is beyond me. The mattress dude is starting to give Derek some pretty strange stares.

"'m fine, worry wolf. Can you tell if the spell is working?"

The deep rumble coming out of my phone let me know exactly how little Derek was buying the 'I'm fine' line. I guess I have used it too many times and not meant it for my protective mate to believe me. "There is a blue mist that showed up a couple of minutes ago and does not seem to be dissipating so I think yes, the spell worked."

"Good, I'm heading your way. I need a shower, bandages, and alpha loving when I get back."

I heard Derek's soft huff of amusement through the line. "In that exact order?"

"No, feel free to mix it up when I get home."

Standing was interesting, as in a 'I have baby Bambi legs and I don't know how to use them' way. I wobbled and weaved to the nearest tree and braced myself, fighting the waves of dizziness that threatened to take me back into Passed Out Ville. I felt strangely top heavy and weak.

Pushing my bangs out of my eyes, I reached for my phone to call for some alpha backup. I'm not too proud to call for help.

Bangs? I don't have bangs.

Running my fingers through my hair I felt its new length. It seemed to be about three inches longer. My head took another dizzy spin and I leaned against the bark of the tree letting its roughness scratch my back as I slid to the forest floor. "What the heck did I do?"

The wind chilled and I wrapped my arms around my chest for warmth. "Holy cheese sticks and gravy. What the hell is this?" They were soft and round instead of hard, okay hard-ish, and flat. Pulling my T-shirt collar down I stared at my chest. Oh, God that is so NOT my chest. This is some girl's chest. How did their chest get on my chest?

"Oohh SHIT!"

Fumbling fingers struggled with the button of my jeans shaking so hard I couldn't unbutton the damn thing. Finding out that my jeans slid off my slimmer hips was both a sudden relief and new waking nightmare.

My boxers quickly followed my jeans to the forest floor. Smoothness, flatness, a soft expanse of skin ending in soft brown curls between my legs. "Where the hell did my monkey go? Ohgodohgodohgod." Arms akimbo, flailing wildly I shuffled backwards from the heart wrenching sight until my jeans, still pooled at my ankles, tripped me up sending me back to the forest floor.

I ran searching fingers up and down my new body, my brain just registering that the wetness on my face was tears and the sounds I was hearing were my own cries.

The damn phone buzzed again. "Who would call at a time like this?" I restrained my urge to throw the buzzing nightmare into the nearest tree and checked my message. My favorite alpha was worrying about me which was great because I was worrying about me too.

Something came up with dad, I typed. Sorry.

I pulled my pants up on my way to my jeep, hopping and stumbling my way across the forest. There was only one person to go to in a situation like this. I hope Dr. Deaton makes house calls.

AN: Okay – to explain the "monkey". I have decided that monkey is what Stiles calls his more private parts of his body. Hey, its Stiles – do you think he calls it something normal? And, yes, there are people out there that call IT a monkey. (I will not reveal names or point fingers because I want to live another day but he is younger than me and knows where I live.)