Stiles was sitting in his house when he looked at the time, it was late Friday night, His best friend, Scott, was out on a date with his girlfriend, Stiles' dad was at the station, working as normal. Stiles decided after a few minutes he would go out for a run. He picked up his red hoodie that was sitting on the couch in the living room, it was darker than he had expected, but he didn't mind, he stepped out in the cold. Stiles turned around and locked the door, he didn't feel like getting robbed tonight, he turned around and walked down the street looking at the houses, some of them had lights on others didn't. Stiles took a right and walked into the woods, he didn't know where he was running to, or if he could make it back, but he was bored. He ran aimlessly in the dark, before running into a tall man, he was wearing all black, Black long sleeved shirt, black converse, and black skinny jeans, Stiles struggled not to look at the bulge in front of him. He looked up to a face he reconised, it was Derek. "So come out here to find little red riding hood?" Stiles asked as he did look like the character with his red hoodie on. "What are you doing out here Stiles?" Derek asked looking at Stiles still on the ground. "I got bored inside the house and thought I could come out for a run." He replied at the dark figure, reaching out a hand towards Stiles. "Well go back home." Derek said to his face, before turning to walk away. "I don't know exactly where I am." Stiles muttered. Derek stopped in his tracts confused that he would just come out here running. Derek pointed in the direction of Stiles house, "Go that way, you'll come up to your house." Stiles' turned to say thanks but Derek was gone, He started to walk towards the direction Derek had pointed before, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, he looked around, confused. "Hello?" Stiles called out. Before starting to run, he didn't know if it was in the right direction but he ran, before a big black figure was in front of him, immediately thinking it was Derek, he ignored it. It started to run towards Stiles, as it approached he realized that the creature wasn't Derek, it had fangs, but not like the where wolfs had, he scram in terror, as the creature slashed his chest open. Derek heard the screams and ran towards the direction he heard the yell. Before looking down to a bloodied body. Derek looked down at Stiles, his secret love. Before he totally lost control of his wolf, he howled out in pain. Before looking back down at the body, he started to bite every inch of Stiles smaller body, before starting to cry, tears ran down his face. Derek heard a noise behind him, Before realizing who it was he grabbed at their throat and ran them into a tree, before he realized he was looking his betta, Scott, in the face, before dropping Scott. Derek moved out of the way of Scott so that he could see his friend, blood running from his wounds on his chest. Scott looked at Derek, "What happened?" He asked face still full of tears, "I don't know I heard him scream and I came running." Derek picked up Stiles, Carrying him in his arms bridal style. He started to walk towards his old burned down house, before Scott got in his way, "Where are you taking him?" Scott asked tears still running down his face. "Back to my house." He answered before walking around his Betta, Derek started to sprint. A few minutes pasted before he was stepping on the porch of his house. "Its going to be alright." Derek whispered to Stiles, Not knowing if he could hear him or not. Derek sat him on the couch in the living room, watching over Stiles. He was listing to his heartbeat and his breathing, both faint. A warm hand laid on his shoulder, he looked up at his Uncle. "What attacked him?" His uncle asked looking very worried. "I.. I don't know, Why?" Peter left the room returning minutes later with a book in his hand. He flipped through the pages, Looking for a specific page, hopping what attacked him wouldn't be what he was looking at, he handed Derek the book, there was a image of slash marks on the page, Next to it was writing written in a different language that Derek didn't understand. "I cant read that." He muttered to Peter. Peter looked at the wounds, and the writing had matched the description on the page of the wound, Peter had a very frightened look on his face. He backed up and yelled at Derek to get away from Stiles. Derek looked up at peter, seeing the fright in his eyes, Derek stood up looking at the book, "W... What does it say?" He asked frantically. Peter slammed the book and sat on the floor, "Why did you bring him here?" Peter asked Derek. "I didn't know where ealse to take him." Peter looked at Derek, before sighing, "How many times did you bite him?" Peter asked. "About six times." Peter looks a little Relieved. "Is he going to live?" Derek asked Peter with a worried look on his face. "I hope not." Peter muttered. "He might not make it through the transformation but if he does them we have the first Hybrid ever created." Peter saw Derek's face. He didn't look happy.