I came too slowly. my head spun lightly before slumping back to the pillow it'd been resting on. When did I get in bed? I groaned for all I was worth before trying again to move my head from the pillow.
After what had to be forever, I finally managed to sit up despite the firm protest of my entire body.
Movement that wasn't mine shifted in the bed and all at once, I reacted. Before I could blink, I was crouched against a wall and a sound that would have usually made me piss myself erupted up my throat and pierced the once silent room.
A full second ticked by before I realized it was Scott who'd moved. It was also Scott who was in an identical defensive stance on the other side of my bed. I straightened myself fully before putting my hand in the air in mock surrender.
It was then I noticed I had claws.
"Shit!" I said too loudly before swinging my arms into the air and sending the shelf above me flying off the wall.
I spun on his heel, catching everything that flew from the shelf before it had a chance to hit the ground. Well, everything except for the shelf itself. That found my small toe.
"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT ALL TO BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" I yelled before tossing all of the little trinkets and whatnots onto the floor and grabbing my probably bleeding pinky toe.
Scott couldn't do much but look on in amusement. He was sure that he was nowhere near this amusing when he was newly turned.
"Well don't just stand there looking fucking merry, get me a Band-Aid, would you?!"
Scott couldn't help the chuckle that slipped from between his lips.
"Stiles, I doubt you'll need a Band-Aid." The smile on Scotts' face only grew when the look of frustrated confusion spun into my features.
"What do you mean I won't need a Band-Aid? Did you not just see the heavy shelf fall from the sky and more than likely break my toe?
Scott nodded. "Oh, I saw it. But I also saw the fact that, not only do you have claws, you caught every item that was on that shelf before it hit the ground."
For the first time in goodness knew how long, I was at an utter loss for words. my mouth opened to speck but only an exasperated exhale met my wish.
"Don't you remember?" I could only shake his head.
"The last thing I remember was us being at your house watching Ted."
If the look on Scotts face was anything to go by, that definitely wasn't the last thing he should be remembering.
"Dude, that was two days ago!" I shot to his feet; the pain in his toe all but gone.
"What do you mean two days ago? Today is Saturday, right?"
Scott smiled that stupid crooked smile before pointing to my phone.
"Check." I snorted before grabbing my phone from the bedside table. I'd barely taken a full step before I horror hit me in the gut.
"My toe doesn't hurt anymore! Scott, why doesn't my toe hurt anymore?"
"That's one of the many perks of being a were… super healing."
I stared at starred Scott for all of two seconds before doubling over in laughter.
"For a second, you almo-
Air screamed a warning that my body naturally reacted to. My eyes locked onto the fast approaching projectile and I caught it effortlessly.
"Scott, what the fu- Oh….Oh god…I shouldn't have been able- When did I- I need to sit down!" The words were barely out of my mouth before I'd plopped onto my bad face first.
"Mmm mmm mMmmMm"
Scott chuckled loudly at my frustrated pillow talk.
"What?"
The groan that passed my lips shifted into a growl and my stomach dropped.
"How Scott?"
"You were bitten by an Alpha."
I suppressed another groan. "Thank you Captain fucking obvious but HOW did it happen? And why don't I remember it."
Scott sighed.
"Well your memory loss is probably my fault. You kinda hit your head…on a rock….really hard….when I dropped you."
My head snapped up almost too fast and I'm sure that, if looks could kill, Scott would one dead pup.
"What? You try carrying 143 pounds of lifeless Stiles two whole miles and see if your arms don't give once or twice."
It was my turn to sigh. "So, what happened?"
"Well we were at my house when I got a text telling me to meet in the woods behind school. It was signed A so I thought it was from Allison."
"Why'd you think it was from Allison?"
Scott shrugged. "A random text from a number I don't know signed with an A. I was hopeful!"
"Yeah yeah, spare me the details! What happened when we got there?"
"Well, nothing happened at first. We just kinda walked around the woods to see if I could catch Allison's scent. We'd been there all of ten minutes before I picked something up."
My eyes widened slightly. "Allison?"
Scott snorted
"Big foot? Please tell me big foot?"
The look on Scotts face told me that it wasn't.
"Then what?"
"We heard this voice."
"Oh God, we're crazy too?" I threw my hands in the air.
"No, it was like this really smooth, dangerous sounding voice. It was like Darth Vader meets Milk Chocolate."
Scott's eyes gazed into a world Stiles couldn't see.
"He asked me who my alpha was. When I told him I didn't have one, he attacked and bit you."
Scotts retelling struck something in me and slowly the truth of his words unraveled my memory. My hand left hand came to rest on my right forearm. This was where I'd been bitten. I could feel it.
I inhaled deeply. "So I'm a wolf now?"
"Yeah….But."
"Oh no, I don't think I can handle a but without a shot…or two…or ten!"
Scott chuckled. "Well you better go get your dads Jack because this one's a doozy."
"UHHH!" Frustration didn't even cover how I felt. "What else could possibly come with this shit storm?"
Scott stood
"Well, after the alpha bit you, he whispered in my ear "You're welcome." When he said it, I didn't understand but now I do."
"What are you saying Scott?"
"Well, long story short. You're not just a werewolf, Stiles. You're an alpha. You're my alpha…
I inhaled sharply before black engulfed me.