"She Wolf"
I made a video of this on Youtube and some people have requested that I make a story based on it. It's called "Stiles is a She Wolf" if anyone wants to check it out. Please enjoy and review!
Hearing the familiar sound of an old blue jeep pulling up to the house, Derek Hale stopped his usual workout and grabbed a t-shirt, pulling it on as he left the room he was in.
Making his way down the stairs of the burned down house, Derek found a nervous looking M. "Stiles" Stilinski opening the door.
Sniffing the air around her, he growled lowly when he picked up an odd scent around her but shook it off as he made his way over.
"Stiles, what are you doing here?" Derek demanded.
Looking over at Derek, the girl appeared so small and fragile in the large red hoodie she had on.
Her whiskey eyes were surrounded by dark circles and she looked even more pale than usual.
"Derek, we need to talk." She said.
Narrowing his eyes at how rough her voice sounded, Derek felt his wolf whining, worried over the girl.
Even though Scott McCall made it obvious that he didn't want anything to do with Derek, the new alpha had already come to view Stiles as his packmate.
He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't going to argue with his wolf half.
"What's going on?" Derek asked as he hovered nearby the girl.
"I need you to turn me." She stated.
Eyes growing wide at the statement, Derek listened to her heart beat to see if she was lying, but she wasn't.
He could detect the strong, firm heartbeats and by the expression on her face, he knew that she was telling him the truth.
"You want me to bite you?" He asked making sure he heard her properly.
If he were being honest, ever since he became an alpha, he had the desire to start creating a pack of his own and he would need to search out people to bite.
Stiles would be a perfect candidate to turn since she already knew about werewolves and had been helping Scott out when Derek wasn't around or Scott was too stubborn to go to Derek himself for help.
"No, not want, I need you to bite me." Stiles said.
She then seemed to sway and Derek found himself reaching out for her, placing his hands on her hips to steady her.
"Stiles, what is going on with you? Why do you need me to bite you?" Derek demanded.
"Because I'm dying." She stated.
Eyes flashing crimson red at the statement, Derek had to build up all of his self control to not growl loudly.
Once Stiles was able to stand properly on her own, she then made her way into the burned living room and sat down on the antique couch that Derek had dragged in.
"You don't know this, but my mom died when I was a kid. It was scary, and it nearly destroyed my dad to watch her go through it." Stiles began to explain.
Moving to stand in front of Stiles, Derek crossed his arms and stared down at the girl, smelling the fear and the saltiness of the tears she was trying not to shed.
"The doctors said that the disease is hereditary. That there was a chance I could have it. When I was at the hospital visiting Lydia, I fainted. The doctors checked me over and gave me the news. I have frontotemporal dementia. And there is no cure." Stiles revealed.
Horrified by the news, Derek couldn't do anything but stand there.
How could it be that someone else he had come to care for was going to end up dying on him?
"I can't put my dad through that again. Mom getting sick, losing her mind and screaming at the invisible monsters in her head. By the end of the first year, she wasn't herself anymore. She was a shell. It ruined Dad. If he has to go through the same thing with me, I'm scared it'll actually kill him." Stiles' voice cracked.
Staring down at Stiles, so young and full of life, the only person who was brave enough to stand up to him, she reminded him so much of Paige.
Paige, the first ever long of his life, who had died at the same age Stiles was.
He had failed to save Paige, but he wasn't going to let Stiles down.
Sitting down beside her on the couch, Derek pulled her into his side and wrapped his arms around, trying to provide comfort and Stiles clung to him.
"I'll do it." He said.
Pulling away, Stiles looked up and Derek whined at the sight of the tears falling down her face.
"You will?" She asked.
Cupping her face between his large hands, Derek used his thumbs to wipe away the tears falling from her brown eyes, her brown hair framing it which made him think of Paige.
He was scared that the bite wouldn't take and Stiles would die in his arms just like Paige had, but his wolf was certain that this loud mouthed girl would be able to survive it.
Stiles was too stubborn to not make the change.
"I will. Do you want it now or-"
"Now. The longer I wait, the worst I'll get and the doctors will tell my dad. I can't have that happen." Stiles told Derek.
Smiling at how much she cared for her father's wellbeing, Derek pulled Stiles up onto his lap to help her get comfortable.
Even though she was sick and dying, she was more concerned about how it will affect her father.
She was becoming a werewolf for him, not because she selfishly wanted the power, like Jackson did.
She would make a great second in command.
"All right. Try to relax." He whispered in her ear.
Leaning against Derek's chest, Stiles glanced up to see the man's eyes glow red while his face shifted.
When Peter had tried to bite her, she felt scared and uncomfortable, and wanted to run away from the deranged werewolf.
With Derek, she felt at ease and safe in his arms, eagerly waiting for him to turn her.
Closing her eyes, Stiles tilted her head to the side, bearing her throat to her alpha who growled n appreciation at the show of submission.
Pulling her hair and sweater out of the way, Derek sunk his fangs into Stiles' shoulder, making her whimper at the pain, but she tried not to focus on the pain.
Instead, she breathed in Derek's scent and focused on it instead, using it to take her mind off the pain.
Soon enough, Stiles found herself drifting off to sleep and turned to Derek when she felt him pull his fangs out of her shoulder.
"My, what big teeth you have." She whispered teasingly.
Smiling down at her, Derek nuzzled against Stiles and noticed that her wound was already beginning to heal over and her body heated up, signaling the change.
"Get some rest, Mieczyslawa. I'll be here when you wake up." Derek said.
Nodding, Stiles curled up in Derek's arms, sleep consuming her fully.
As she drifted off, she wondered how Derek had learned what her first name was.
(The next day…)
Moaning, Stiles stretched out on the mattress she was sleeping on, being woken up by the sounds of birds chirping outside.
Rolling over, Stiles opened her eyes to find she was in Derek's bedroom and noticed that it seemed to be in better condition than the rest of the house.
Sniffing around, Stiles found that her sense of smell was stronger, and she was able to tell that Derek was downstairs.
Getting up, Stiles paused when she realized that she felt fully awake and filled with energy, but it was different from her ADHD, although still similar in a way.
Feeling curious, Stiles felt up her hand and remembered the claws she had seen Derek and Scott use.
Thinking of them, she watched as her nails grew out and became claws, making her smile in satisfaction.
Sneaking into the room, Derek peered inside and smiled at his first beta as she seemed to be trying to learn about her new abilities.
Sniffing the air, Stiles whirled around, finding Derek watching her and her eyes glowed gold, showing that she had completed the transition to werewolf.
"It worked!" Stiles bounced in place happily.
"Yes, it did. I wasn't worried. I knew you would make the change. Come on, time to show you how everything is done." Derek held a hand out for her.
Feeling full trust in her alpha, Stiles reached out and placed her hand in his own, allowing him to escort her out of the room.
"Hey, Derek, how did you know my name?" Stiles asked as they made their way down the stairs.
"I looked at your ID when I hid out at your house." He informed.
"Okay, but how did you know how to pronounce it? I go by Stiles because no one, but my family, could say it without butchering the polish language." Stiles said.
"I've learnt to speak various languages over time. Comes in handy when you meet werewolves from different countries." Derek explained.
Nodding at that in acceptance, Stiles followed Derek out into the forest and breathed in the scent of nature all around her.
Eyes glowing gold, Stiles smiled as she stepped forward, enjoying the feeling on the sun beating down on her face and the cool air tickling her skin.
Watching Stiles as she seemed to be exploring the area around her, Derek smiled and knew he had made the right choice in choosing her as his first beta.
Now, they just needed a few more members and they would be a true pack.
Walking up behind Stiles, Derek placed his hands on her hips, stopping her from continuing her exploration as he used her senses to track down a mole she heard in the earth.
Looking up at her alpha, Stiles found him wearing a wolfish grin (she mentally laughed at the pun) and his eyes were glowing red.
"Try to keep up, pup." He teased and took off running.
Laughing, Stiles gave chase, feeling her wolf wanting to play with her alpha and run through the woods with him.
She couldn't wait for her first full moon.
The scenery around her blurred and her vision turned red as she moved at a speed she never thought possible and she soon caught up to her alpha, running alongside him.
(A few days later…)
Scott was pacing around outside in the parking lot, worrying over Stiles.
His mother had told him about Stiles being told she had frontotemporal dementia and Scott was worried over how Stiles would react to the news.
He spent the last few days calling her, but she never answered and he worried that she may have killed herself so she wouldn't suffer the same way her mother had.
"Scott, I'm sure she's fine." Allison Argent, his wonderful girlfriend, told him.
They had been worrying over Lydia Martin, trying to see if she had been turned into a werewolf by Peter.
Allison's father had informed her that a select few special people were immune to werewolf bites or being turned by other supernatural creatures.
Much to Allison's relief, Lydia was one of those people.
"I can't help it. Stiles, me, her dad and my mom…all of us were sacred that this could happen. That she would die the same way her mom did. It was awful, Allison. Stiles tried to act all brave and everything, but it hit her really hard." Scott said.
When Allison had been told about the disease, she looked it up and was horrified by what she found.
Stiles was a good person and imagining her going through those horrors.
Just then, everyone's attention was captured by a familiar blue jeep and Scott felt relief consume him at the sight of it.
The jeep pulled into a parking space and Scott was about to rush over to greet Stiles but stopped when the door opened, and the girl stepped out.
Stiles was wearing black leather boots that reached up to her knees and had a slight heel, dark skinny jeans, a black skin-tight top and a black leather jacket.
Her hair was curled, shining with various shades of brown and bronze in the sunlight and her lips were coated in pink lipstick and she wore a silver triskele necklace that hung above her cleavage.
"What the holy hell is that?" Lydia exclaimed when she saw the girl.
"I think that's Stilinski." Danny stated.
As if she could hear him, Stiles looked over and smiled at him before slinging her purse over her shoulder and made her way towards the school.
Scott, Allison and Lydia continued to stare at her in shock while Stiles soaked up the attention everyone was giving her, feeling pleased by it.
As she walked into the school, her eyes landed on Isaac Lahey.
Her wolf seemed to jump to attention at the sight of the boy and Stiles knew who she would be recommending to Derek after school.
The end.