A/N: um someone reviewed that Peter can't give Stiles the bite because he's not an Alpha and I'm really sorry for that mistake XP I haven't watched it in some time so I just assumed so sorry but I'm just going to continue with the storyline anyway if that's alright :)

Chapter 2

He gritted his teeth, held out his arm, and prepared for the worse. He knew it was going to hurt, but if it did not kill him, he would heal quickly. Peter cracked his neck and glowed his eyes ferociously, something that he often did just for show. Baring his teeth, he bit down into Stiles' arm and he yelled in pain. The scream was enough to catch the berserker's attention and Scott swiftly marched over to where Stiles and Peter were.

"Scott, no!" Kira yelled. She was about to run over when someone pulled her back. Malia shook her head and said, "There's nothing we can do for him. He's too far gone. Survival of the fittest, Kira." She bit her lip and watched as Scott raised an arm and was about to backhand Stiles straight into the wall, when he grabbed it. It had worked. Stiles had super strength, he was a werewolf.

Stiles deflected Scott's arm and it swung down, scratching his leg. He winced in pain, which gave Scott the opportunity to grab Stiles by the neck and shove him up against a pillar. Choking, Stiles begged, "Scotty, come on, snap out of it. It's me, I'm like you now see, same Alpha too, come on Scotty come on, we've been through so much, remember? Um we...we killed Kate, um well that didn't really work out... but without you, I never would have gotten rid of the nogitsune! And come on Scott, I know you're in there, and you look like a monster, but you're not. You're a werewolf, like me." As Stiles looked into the eyes behind the mask, he saw it change focus, as if Scott could hear him, could remember everything that Stiles was talking about, as if he was himself again.

It was at that moment that Scott released his grip and Stiles crumpled into a pile below. He stumbled back and was scratching himself, as if trying to get the bony armour off. Finally, he reached his hands forward and yanked on the centre of the skull, pulling it off and breaking the berserker spell with a howl.


"Dude, that was freakin awesome! 'But you were always a monster', have you been rehearsing that one? I don't know about you but it sounds like something out of Star Wa- never mind you better watch that when we get back. Anyway so looks like now you gotta help me control my shifts huh? How the tables turn…" Stiles trailed off.

However, Scott could not understand why Stiles was so...so okay with all of this. Stiles was a werewolf now and that meant he had another Beta, next to Liam, to teach. He never wanted Stiles to be like him, he never wanted him to suffer through the handcuffs, the chains. But now that his nightmare had become reality, he had to figure out how to deal with it.

The next day, they returned to school and got a punishment of a lifetime. Lydia looked especially pissed off for the whole day, having gotten on a slightly bad side of her teachers. As much as possible, they wanted to leave the events of Mexico far behind them, but fate had a different idea.


Day 1

Their first day back from the Mexican trip and they were swamped with homework. Work from every single class possible, including lacrosse. Coach was being especially hard on Stiles, Scott, Kira and Liam, giving them extra rounds to run and picking on them even more than usual.

"Stilinski! McCall! Get your asses on the field! Double time!" Coach would shout. At the end of it, Scott remarked, "I didn't feel this tired even after Mexico." He and Stiles trudged back to his house and were greeted by his mom, who ruffled their hair affectionately.

"Oh ow, Stiles, you're burning hot! I don't need a thermometer to know that at this temperature, your brain should be fried. Have you been feeling sick?" Melissa asked. Stiles shrugged and said, "Just a small headache, but my brain's probably not fried now that I'm a were- Oh! Crap, Scott did I?" Smacking his forehead, Scott nodded and prepared for his mother's outburst.

True to word, within seconds, Melissa had caught on and with her hands on her hips, said, "Stiles is a werewolf? Are you out of your mind? Do you know what your dad would say if he found out? Isn't there a risk of death when you get bitten? What-how?" Scott attempted to calm his mother down and said, "Mom, mom, mom, relax, so far Stiles' body is taking the bite quite well. He asked Peter to bite him so he could save me which I should probably tell you some time soon… But anyway, please don't tell the sheriff, we don't need him worrying about Stiles anymore, ok? We can handle this."


Day 2

"Stiles, I'm going upstate for a case alright? I've left Parrish in charge of the station and everything, just to let you know. Um, Melissa called and said you've been burning up with a temperature so if you're not feeling well just take the rest of the week off, alright? I'll be back in about 2 weeks," Sheriff relayed to Stiles. He nodded and waved goodbye to his dad before continuing his breakfast. Despite his boiling hot temperature, he insisted to go to school but promised to tell anyone if he got even more sick.

That day in chemistry, Stiles was pouring some chemicals into a beaker when it felt like a wave hit him. His sight blurred and everything around him was spinning, as if a whirlwind had hit him, but only him. He heard a muffled 'Stiles are you ok?' and everything went sideways, the sound of glass breaking, then darkness.

Blinking slowly, he woke up to find his friends' faces peering down above him. Someone said to give him some space and hey moved out of his line of sight. Propping himself up, he looked around and a piercing headache hit him. He put a hand up to his head and was forced back down. He tried his best to ask, "What happened?" But it came out as a groan.

"You just started turning your head around and kind of fell to the ground. Kinda got cut by glass but that's healed. Are you ok?" Lydia asked. He replied with a simple 'I feel like shit'. He tried to say more but could barely stay awake for a few more seconds before the pain in his head consumed him and he was welcomed back by the darkness.

Apparently, Stiles' dizziness induced headache had caused him to miss the rest of the school day, which was honestly fine with him. His friends helped him get home and set him down on the couch, even preparing a warm drink for him.

"So what do you think is causing my weird illness?" Stiles asked suddenly. Malia said, "We were hoping you knew what happened. Do you think it's some weird Mexican illness?" Lydia chuckled and added, "First of all, there's no such thing as a Mexican illness and even if there was, we'd all have it. Could it be that open door in your mind again?"

Stiles shook his head and thought for a while before saying, "It feels different, not the same feeling as when my head was being prodded around with. And it's not just the feeling in my head, my entire body feels weird. It's like… it's like I'm not myself, but not like possessed by evil spirit kind of not myself, just, I don't know how to explain it… You guys better get home, I'll be fine." They bid goodbye and promised to come over in the morning to check on him before school. They had barely made it out the door when Stiles collapsed on the couch and went back to sleep.

A/N: What do you think? I would be really grateful if you leave a comment/suggestion/general review down below! Thanks!