Stiles was sitting in his room, trying to do.. Well, something else than his homework. Stiles looked at his hands, counting his fingers. Yup, this was reality, not a dream. He looked at his phone as the sound of a call came from the speakers. Lately he had been scared of picking up his phone. His father had been working lately, ever since a young couple found a dead body, which was murdered in the strangest way humanity had ever seen. Stiles remembered reading the file of the body, 'death course: Wolf bite', it had freaked him out, wolves were not supposed to be near Beacon Hills, the forest environment was not big enough to contain a whole wolf pack.
Stiles picked up his phone, the number was not shown, Unknown Caller ID, that freaked him out too. He decided to accept the phone call, he raised the phone to his ear nervously, "Stiles here" he said and felt the cold sweat starting to drip down from his forehead, "Stiles, I might be a little occupied for the next few hours, you just go to bed, I'll see you in the morning" it was his father, Stiles sighed in relieve and felt his body go from tense to relaxed, "yeah, sure. Thanks for the information, dad" he hung up and plugged in the phone for charging. He wanted to go to sleep, but he decided to write a text to his best friend, Scott, who did not answer within five minutes, which made Stiles rather annoyed. He grabbed his car keys and went downstairs and outside, he jumped into his jeep and drove to Scott's place. He knocked on the door and Melissa McCall (Scott's lovely mom) opened up, "Stiles? Does your dad know you're here?" she placed her right hand on the side of her hip and cocked an eyebrow at the boy in front of her, "my dad's working late again and I didn't like being all alone in the house" Stiles looked at her with the same eyes as a puppy, "you can't fool anyone, Stiles" she giggled slightly and let him, "Scott's in his room" she informed as Stiles rushed up the stairs.
Stiles opened the door and right there on the bed was Scott, he looked surprised at Stiles, it was late and he did not expect Stiles coming over at this hour, "come on!" Stiles looked a bit too excided, "where are we going?" Scott stood up and slightly replaced his glasses to their right spot on his nose, "we're going to check out the forest! My dad's working late, which means they most have found something interesting! Maybe another body!" Stiles tripped slightly as if he had to pee, "why would you.. Never mind, let's go" Scott grabbed his jacket and they helped each other out of the window, crawled down the roof and ran to Stiles' jeep.
Stiles parked his jeep at the foot of the forest, he locked it up as they were about to enter, "here" he gave a flashlight to Scott, who did not look like a very happy person. If it was not for Stiles' strange ideas, Scott would probably stay in his room most of the time reading or daydreaming. Scott followed Stiles into the forest, it was too dark to walk around without a flashlight and if that was not enough they had to take care of not being spotted by the sheriff or the wolf pack, which also could be a murderer.
As they got deep into the forest they heard a growl, a wolf growl perhaps, "Stiles.." Scott sound rather nervous, almost as if his voice was shaking just as much as his body, "I heard it too" Stiles admitted with slight fear deep down in his throat, he felt how his mouth got all dry and his heart beat skipped a few beats. "Stiles, let's go back" Scott started to walk back, but was very quickly stopped by a huge figure on the ground, it was standing in all four, teeth as a dog and yellow almost glowing eyes, "Stiles.." Scott grabbed his friend by the sleeve and now Stiles noticed it too, "a wolf.." he started to fell his body shiver slightly, "okay.. Let's back up.. Veeeeeryyyy slooooowlyyyyy" Stiles took a few steps back, but has he did, the wolf attacked. It got a hold of Scott's right leg and his screamed filled out the silence of the forest, Stiles did the only logical thing that came to his mind, he started to hit the wolf with the flashlight, it worked! The wolf ran off and left the two boys back in the dark. Despite Scott's painful screams Stiles got his friend on his legs, or more.. On his left leg. "Come on, we got to get you to the hospital" he rushed to the jeep, opened up the passenger door and let his friend get in the car. He almost flew to the other side, got in the car and drove quickly to the hospital, but on the way Scott started to make strange noises, sounds, which was not human at all. His eyes glowed yellow-ish, his muscles got bigger and he started to growl, as if he were.. A wolf!
Stiles stomped on the break, almost jumped out of the jeep before it had fully stopped, he looked at his friend inside of the car. Scott's eyes captured him, he did not look like someone, who recognized the person he had known for his entire life, Stiles gasped as Scott got out of the car, his teeth had grown longer and sharper, his eyes still the yellow colour, his nails were claws and his whole face looked like a hybrid of human and wolf.. A were wolf!
Scott roared as his friend, "Scott.. Com'on.. Scott!" Stiles took a few steps back, but just like the wolf Scott attacked. Stiles jumped to dodge the attack and succeeded, he ran around the car and into the forest, he hoped that maybe he got hide in the darkness. As he was standing behind a tree he started to count his fingers; one, two, three.. Eight, nine, ten. He got to ten. This was not a dream, but reality, how he did not know, but none or less, he was caught in a supernatural reality.
He heard the howls of his best friend nearby, his heart beat was racing like if it was a competition, he closed his eyes, his breath was superficial, shallow. He knew that he could not just leave his friend out here, but he also knew that if he tried to talk to Scott, he might die in the try.
Scott got closer, Stiles could hear his breathing, his strange sounds. Stiles ran once again, further into the forest, not thinking, but by instinct. He saw a house, ran towards it, as he ran he realized that he did not know that there should be any houses out here in the forest. He jumped onto the porch and knocked like a crazy on the door, "please!" he yelled. The door was opened and Stiles jumped in, closing the door behind him and turned the lock, "you need to help me! My friend got bitten by a wolf and now he is acting all strange!" Stiles looked at the person, who had opened the door and saved his life. He recognized the person right away, it was Derek Hale, the person of Beacon Hill, who might have had the most tragic life story, his family was burned alive inside of their own house, this house actually. Stiles pressed his back against the door behind him, he now started to wish that he was outside running for his life again. Derek looked at him, "bitten?" he said without any mimic in his face, "uhm.. Yeah.. By a wolf.. An unnatural huge wolf" Stiles felt like his mind was about to explode, first the wolf, then Scott and now Derek Hale.
Derek looked out of the window, "that's your friend?" he asked and pointed slightly at a person lying a few feet away from the house. Stiles took a look for himself, "Scott!" he unlocked the door and ran out to his friend, but before he would get near of him he felt an arm around his waist, "don't get too close" Derek was standing right behind him, "he has been bitten" Derek looked at Scott lying on the withered leaves on the ground, "I told you that! He needs help!" Stiles fought to get loose, but for no reason, Derek was a lot stronger than him, "got over there" he finally removed his arm from Stiles, "now!" Derek pointed at a spot a few feet away, Stiles looked at him for a few seconds with his mouth open, ready to protest, but he decided to follow orders. Derek kneeled down next to Scott and looked at the bite, which was healing strangely fast, "werewolf" he said to himself, Stiles could only just hear the word, "w-what?" Stiles looked shocked, "werewolf?!" he moved quickly, sat down next to Scott, "get away!" Derek ordered, but Stiles had no intentions of moving as much as an inch away from his best friend. Derek sighed, "okay, help me with him".
Inside of Derek's house was a filthy couch. Derek placed Scott on the couch in a horizontal position, "upstairs in my bedroom you will find some chains, bring them down here" he said and looked at Stiles, who took all this very calm for a human, "chains?" he looked at Derek, "NOW!" Derek's eyes glowed light blue, Stiles jumped a bit back, but none or less he ran upstairs.
The whole house looked burned and destroyed, except the bed room, which contain a king size bed, a dresser, an armchair, a mirror and a few candles. On the bed was placed a few chains, Stiles would rather not imagine what those chains had been used for. He took them and rushed downstairs, "here" he handed them to Derek, who took them quickly and secured them around Scott's wrists and ankles
Stiles was standing near on of the windows in the living room, "so.. You're.. One too?" he looked at Derek, who slightly turned his head to examine the young male, "a werewolf? Yes" he nodded, "you seem too calm to be a normal human. What are you? Half blood? Friend of any other creatures?" he turned fully towards Stiles, who looked rather uncomfortable by standing in a room with two werewolves, "well.. Uhm.. No.. I am not half blood or anything.. I have just.. Seen too many strange things.." he answered, not knowing why that would answer the question he had been given by the dark male. Derek took a step closer towards Stiles, "uhm.." the young male tried to moved a bit back, but the wall behind him made a stop to his actions, "not all werewolves are dangerous" he said, "listen.. Hale.. This is the first time I have ever met a werewolf.. I am allowed to be scared and shocked.. And surprised! I.. Just don't get it.." he looked down at his fingers, recounting them from before, still ten. He looked up and to his surprise Derek was only inches away from his face, "holy..!" he almost tripped in his attempt to jumped away, Derek sniffed in the scent of the young male, "you got to be.." he looked Stiles in the eyes, "you're a trigger.." he said, "I knew that smell was not just human" he looked at Stiles, "do your friend and me a favour and leave.. I'll make sure that he gets all the information that he needs when he wakes up" Derek grabbed Stiles by his arm and dragged him towards the front door, "hey hey hey!" Stiles pulled his arm out of Derek's grip, "I am not going anywhere without Scott!". Derek's face got so close that Stiles could feel his breath, it was warm and heavy, his eyes locked with Stiles', a deadly glare, but he did not care at all, he would never leave Scott in a house with a stranger and not a stranger, who happened to be a werewolf.
"I. Am. Staying." Stiles looked into Derek's blue eyes, he sighed and sort of threw Stiles across the living room, "fine, stay" Derek's voice was deep and threatening. Stiles tripped a bit as he was thrown, he looked rather annoyed at the dark werewolf, "geez, thanks" he sat down next to the couch, where Scott was lying on.
An hour later Scott woke up, he looked at Stiles, "S-Stiles..?" it was clear how much pain he was in, "Scott.. Are you okay?" Stiles looked concerned at his friend, who started to move around on the couch, noticed the chains around his wrists and ankles, "Stiles..? What is this..? What happened? Where are we?" he looked worried at Stiles, who opened his mouth, not a single sound came out of my body.
The light found its way into the living room, it was morning. Derek stepped into the living room, "is he awake?" he looked at Stiles, "yes. Can we..-" Stiles never got the chance to finish his sentence, "who is that?!" Scott started to panic, Derek walked towards the two boys, "Scott, it's okay, he is.. Uhm.. Well.." Stiles tried to look for the most humane answer to his shocked friend, "a werewolf" Derek ended Stiles sentence, "werewo..?- Is this a joke? Stiles..! It's not funny!" Scott started to trembled of anger, "it's no joke" Derek stood right behind Stiles, "I can prove it to you" he stated and looked at Scott on the couch, his face started to transform, change its appearance just like Scott did earlier. Scott looked shocked at the male behind Stiles and in a falling worm-ish way, he jumped down the couch to protect his friend from the monster, "stay away from him!" Scott yelled as he rolled out in front of Stiles. Derek's light blue eyes were glowing as Scott started to growl slightly, "guys!" Stiles stood up between them, he placed his hand on Derek's chest to make sure that the werewolf would not attack Scott, who was lying on the dark wooden floor as he was growling, Stiles looked shocked and a bit impressed as his slender hand touched the buff and muscular werewolf chest. Stiles let out a brain fart, his mind was somewhere else, somewhere close to that chest.. In a bed.. At night.. Naked.. Warm.. Sweaty..
Stiles shook his head, "listen, guys.. Scott, you have been bitten by a werewolf, you turned into your werewolf form in my car, I ran, got here, Derek took me in to protect me, you appeared out side of his doorstep, we took you in, chained you to make sure you didn't attack any of us, you turned human, woke up and now we are here. Derek, you have to calm down, Scott just got bitten and turned into a werewolf, appeared here in chains, not knowing what the hell happened in the past few hours! So could you just help him out, please?!" Stiles did not realize that his voice was raising as he talked. Both Scott and Derek looked shocked and surprised at Stiles, they both shut up and then looked at each other, "get the chains off of Scott" Stiles commanded Derek, who looked rather annoyed and gave the young boy a deadly glare as he removed the chains and stepped back a little, "I'll train you, Scott" Derek stated as Stiles helped his friend on his feet, "train me?" Scott held tight to Stiles' arms, "yes, train you. The power of the werewolf is strong, stronger than most humans would be able to handle" he looked at Scott with a stiff and cold view in his eyes, "what makes you the expert?" Scott had problem holding himself standing straight without Stiles' body to cling to, "I was born as a werewolf, I am not a biting like you" he looked away for a few minutes, it almost looked like something in the living room annoyed him, "let's go outside. We have to start right away" he left the living room and out the door, he stopped a few feet away from the porch. Stiles help Scott outside, "leave him there" Derek motioned to the spot in front of him with his head, Stiles did as he was told, "go out of the way" Derek looked at Stiles, who did not move out of the spot, "why should I?" Stiles asked cocky, he noticed that Derek's eyes were cold and cynic than before, which made Stiles jump back slightly, "okay okay.. Geez" he moved back, but not much, only to provoke Derek even more.
Derek sighed as he pulled his leather jacket off his shoulders and threw it towards Stiles, who caught it a bit clumsier than he normally would, he felt like a fan girl at her favourite band's concert and the lead singer threw his jacket at her. Stiles could smell something nice about the jacket, something he had only smelt one time before, one time.. The first time he saw Lydia. Stiles got ripped out of his mind by a shirt flying through the air and as he caught it he saw the body he had been imagining a little while ago. Derek was standing in front of Scott.. Without his shirt on.. His muscular body was so amazing.. So perfect..
Scott was exhausted after the training, not because it was too hard, but more because it happened all so fast; the bite, the training and the strange sound of a racing heart. Scott sat down beside Stiles, who had decided an hour ago to sit down on the ground, "I.. Who knew I could hold for that long..?" he looked at his friend, who kind of ignored him as he looked at Derek. The mystic werewolf stretched his body slightly before he turned to face the two boys, he noticed how Stiles looked awkwardly away in such a fast motion that it looked almost too fake. Derek smirked and walked towards them, he sat down right in front of Stiles, his back towards the slender male, "you're clever, right?" he looked at a couple of trees as he was talking, Stiles looked confused at the male, "uhm.. I wouldn't say that I am that clever.. A bit smart.. Yes.." he looked at the strange spiral tattoo between Derek's shoulder blades, "could you massage my neck slightly?" he asked the young male, Stiles looked shocked at Scott, who nodded and gestured him to do as he was asked, "uhm.. Sure" Stiles placed his hands on the werewolf's shoulders and started to massage the muscles very gently, "Scott had already noticed the interest Stiles had been showing towards the werewolf.
"-iles.. Stiles!" Stiles woke up, he was lying in his soft bed in his bed room, he looked shocked up at his best friend, the confused look in his eyes told Scott that Stiles was not fully awake yet, "Derek called me. He wants us to come over now!" Scott almost jumped towards Stiles window, "wha-.. Wait! I need to change!" Stiles stood up and changed to something more less night-time-ish. He looked at Scott, who was on his way out of the window, "whoa whoa whoa! I might be pretty close to the whole werewolf thing, but I will NOT jump out of my window in order to break my face against the ground. I'll take the stairs" Stiles left the room and walked down the stairs, he went out of the door and got to his jeep, "you want to werewolf it to his house or drive with me?" Stiles got in the jeep just as Scott jumped in. Stiles looked in the backward mirror and almost got a heart attack, Isaac was sitting in the back of the car, "Isaac?!" he yelled, but soon he let out a sigh and drove out on the road, "I swear, I will kill all of you freaking werewolves. You keep popping up everywhere" he was complaining all the way to Derek's house.
Scott and Isaac got out of the car, they saw Boyd and Erica standing on the porch, Derek came out of the door, "all of you! Get into the living room!" he ordered, Erica, Boyd and Isaac did as they were told, Scott and Stiles on the other hand did as they were told, but just as slow as their teenage body could manage to walk.
As they got into the living room the werewolves were spread all around the living room, almost threatening. Scott looked at Stiles, ready to protect his friend, but there was no need for his concern. Derek stood up in the middle of them all, "it's almost spring and the Trigger-season is on its way" he started, but got interrupted by Scott, "trigger-season? You mean hunting season?" he asked and the look on Derek face told him to shut up, "not hunting season, trigger-season. A trigger is a specific person, which triggers the werewolf's transformation cycles" he looked at Stiles for a moment, "Some werewolf happens to get in heat earlier than others" he sighed, "it's almost impossible for a werewolf to resist their trigger and a werewolf only gets one trigger in their whole life, almost like a mate. They will protect their trigger at all cost. The trigger will trigger the transformation cycles in a strong way depends on what the trigger does. Triggers are always sexual, but the werewolf want to have a true relationship, make sure that your trigger want to be with you. If your trigger chooses someone else, you might end up killing the person your trigger chose. Let me show you the transformation if a trigger gets to close to you, so that you all know what I am talking about. Remember that I was born as a werewolf, my triggering cycles will not be as hard to drive off as yours. I have my transformation under control. Scott, please move away from Stiles. I don't want any of you to be hurt" Derek turned toward the two boys. Scott and Stiles moved a bit away from each other as Derek got closer.