Hello my lovelies! Let me first say that I did not intend on writing a multiple chapter Werewolf!Stiles. This story took on a life of it's own and I'm not really surprised. If you've read my other stories you know how much I love angst and ongoing drama lol.

That being said, I would appreciate if you all wouldn't mind writing a review and telling me what you think thus far! I want to continue writing it but only if people are interested.

Warnings: SO MUCH ANGST IT HURTS, mild talks of suicide, mild violence and gore.

I do not own Teen wolf or any of it's characters. All the power rests in Jeff Davis!

Chapter 1: The Bite

He never wanted this.

He never wanted to be a werewolf.

Even when he was lying on the brink of death, desperately clawing for one more breathe, he didn't want the bite.

He didn't want to be like Scott and Derek, people whose lives have become devoted to protecting the world.

He just wanted to be normal, defenseless, human Stiles.

He didn't want the power, he didn't want the danger that came with the territory. He wanted to bleed and feel pain like every person in this god forsaken world.

It was selfish really. Even now as he feels himself dying on the icy school floor, he still rather end his life than become a supernatural creature.

In fact, death didn't seem so bad anymore. After all, death was his escape. Death was his freedom.

His world was so dark now, filled with so much evil and heart ache. Allison was gone, her death becoming yet another number in the long lists of fallen loved ones that they would be forced to cope with.

His vision was becoming cloudy when he suddenly felt Scott grip his arm tightly.

"Stiles, I-I have to do something. Y-you're dying," Scott said panicking, his grip so tight that Stiles felt a slight tingle run through his numb body.

Stiles nodded, although he could only partly understand his friend's words. The room was filled with an excruciatingly loud buzzing sound, pounding at his ears. He desperately wanted it to stop. He wanted to stop feeling.

"Scott! Do it now," Derek ordered from the other side of Stiles, holding his arm and pressing it roughly to the cold tile floor.

Stiles could faintly feel a pair of soft hands cradling his head. Her calming voice telling him horrifying words and demands. "Stiles, you need to keep your eyes open. Sweetie, keep looking at me. Don't look down," Lydia whispered soothingly.

It was hard to not to panic, to not look at his withering body but Lydia's voice was too beautiful to deny. He wanted to melt into her arms, be consumed by her warmth, for Lydia had that light he had been stolen from a long, long time ago. He was dying now and he knew it. They all knew it and for the first time in months, he was welcoming the sleep full heartedly.

It was his time. His time to see Allison and his mother again. Stiles was ready for death to take him in his arms.

"SCOTT NOW!" Derek howled, gripping Stiles' arm tightly and feeling the pulse go deathly still.

Scott shot Derek a silent glare and looked at Lydia for approval. He couldn't do this without her permission. He couldn't make this decision alone.

He softly took hold of Stiles' wrist, wincing when he felt the icy, frail skin beneath his claws. His best friend, someone who once was so lively and boisterous was now stiff and thawing away.

Again, Scott looked at Lydia who stood at the base of Stiles's head, gently brushing her fingers through Stile's long hair, tears streaming down her face. He couldn't let her lose another friend. Not when they had already lost so much.

Lydia nodded at Scott, giving him the permission they both knew he didn't need to save their friend.

They had this discussion before. At the vet's office, after Allison died and Stiles was safely at Kira's for the time being, Scott and Lydia made a pact.

Together they would do whatever they had to do to protect Stiles. They would kill the nogitsune and do whatever was necessary to save him. No matter the consequences, they would not lose their Stiles. Losing Allison was hard enough, but to lose Allison and Stiles? That would be unbearable.

Stiles felt Lydia's pause and he blinked up at her weakly. What was going on? Why was Lydia looking at Scott in guilt? What was about to happen to him?

Panic hit Stiles squarely in the chest, altering his dying instincts as realization finally dawned on him.

They were going to turn him.

No. No. No.

This was not happening. This couldn't be happening.

He didn't want this!

Stiles desperately tried to move his body, pleading with his friend to not do this, but he couldn't will his body to react.

It was like he was paralyzed.

Scott pressed Stiles' arm down to the cold tile floor, hoping to get a better angle. He lowered his head down hesitantly towards the skin and bit down, the metallic taste of blood washing over his fangs and consuming his senses.

Stiles tried to scream but he couldn't. All he could do was whimper and cry, tears running down his face as the agonizing werewolf venom met his blood stream and took over his body.

It was like he had swallowed gasoline and a pivotal match was set. A burning sensation ran throughout his entire body as he began to feel his whole arm vibrate to the rhythm of his strengthening pulse. His arm was aching terribly, blood he was once thought he'd never see again, leaked slowly out of his body.

Scott released his grip of Stiles' arm and slithered towards the wall opposite of Stiles, terrified of the consequences that his actions may induce. What if Stiles couldn't handle the bite? What if he died? What if Stiles never forgives him?

"I'm sorry," Scott croaked at Stiles, watching as his friend continued to squirm beneath Lydia's grasp painfully. At least his heart rate was becoming stronger again. Scott looked at Derek, who sat stiffly at Stiles side on his knees and titled his head at him, the absent gesture meaning everything. Derek nodded at the young Alpha and leaned back against the poorly painted school walls. The two of them didn't need words to understand each other. Not at a time like this. Stiles was going to need the whole pack to help him with his powers and the last thing he needed was his alpha and his fellow beta fighting.

Derek looked at Stiles numbly, sensing his growing strength and silently thanked whatever greater power above. Stiles was going to live. Derek could already tell.

Stiles could barely register his friend's words as he locked his lips together tightly, refusing to acknowledge the growing pain any longer. Lydia's once welcoming hands felt like fire beneath his head and he tried to wiggle himself away from her.

She betrayed him. They all betrayed him.

All he wanted was control of his life for once. Was that too much to ask for? He was ready to die and Lydia, Scott and Derek had stolen that from him.

Stiles didn't have much time for wallowing before blackness started to take over his vision. Just like his consciousness, the room was fading away and all that was left was the dull ache covering his broken body. The lights around him began to fog and an eerie silence surrounded the room.

The last thing he heard before he passed out was Scott say, "he'll never forgive me for this."

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Chapter 2: Beautiful Monster