Chapter one: Moon's fool?

He had managed to find his Dad, and because he had the worst type of luck - the body too. He was not too sure how he was going to break that one too his Dad. He didn't realise that the missing body was a werewolf, and he was fairly certain it was Laura Hale. He'd just been about to call his Dad when Scott had stumbled over to them. At this point there was still nothing that wasn't fixable - until he heard the growl of an Alpha wolf. His luck was the worst.

Thinking fast, the wolf would close in on them. He was guessing that this Alpha was responsible for the body. He could fight and he would win or his Grandad would kick his ass. Still the problem was Scotty and magic was like fight club. The first rule was 'Don't show or talk about magic'.

He had no option but to run and hope that the wolf followed him and not his best friend. He couldn't use his powers here. "Run Scotty."

They ran and were quick, but Stiles' heart plummeted when he realised that the Alpha was not chasing him. Damnit. He was supposed to be the shiny spark that was too tasty so all the Supernatural's wanted to snack on him. He cursed because he'd taken his Grandfather's warning to heart and was wearing his rune to hide his spark.

He cut back and hoped to find Scott before anyone else.

It was too bad that both the Alpha wolf and his Dad caught Scott before he did.

He watched as his Dad dragged Scott back to his mom in a cruiser. Bless the Stars that Scott was a great best friend as he did not tell his Dad that he was out here. He stayed hidden not wanting to call attention to himself to anyone in the dark either human Deputies or Supernatural critters out there.

He carefully made his way home and in the time honoured tradition of kids who have snuck out and do not want to be grassed on by their nosy neighbours slithered up to his window. Almost as if to counterbalance his grace in slithering up the drainpipe he fell through the window in a flailing heap. He was so glad that there was no one around to see.

He grabbed his phone and called Scott, "Hey buddy. Have I ever told you ... you're awesome?"

Stiles listened to the minor bitch fest of his best friend but hey he just took the flack for their little night-time venture solo so he was allowed. "Yeah I know buddy. Are you okay?"

Stiles heart was stuck in his mouth as he listened, "You were bit?"

He wanted to smile at the way his friend assumed that his rabies shot he had to work at Deaton's would make sure that he was okay. If only it were that simple. Sadly Stiles was not aware of anything that had been designed as a cure to fend off an Alpha's bite. He didn't need a bestiary - his Grandfather had been very clear in giving him the lore of werewolves. The Alpha's bite would turn or kill its victim. There was no middle ground - or grey area to exploit. Oh, and the bit about killing the Alpha to remove the curse? Utter tripe in his Grandpa's words. If it wasn't then he would already be out hunting the bastard down.

He asked the question that both dreaded and needed to know the answer too. "How are you feeling?"

Scott answered, "Weird, twitchy and the wound is itching."

Stiles wanted to sob in relief as that sounded like the bite was taking which could only be a good thing. He really hoped so. He could handle a furry puppy Scotty. He could not handle a dead Scotty. He didn't handle when anyone of the admittedly small circle of people he cared for died. He only just stopped having panic attacks about his mom, and he was one of the only ones that knew she wasn't dead. "Okay listen carefully buddy. Get some gauze slap it over the bite and we will find your inhaler tomorrow."

The lazy part of Stiles wanted to say, 'Why bother?' Scott would heal most wounds from now on. It didn't mean that he was indestructible or couldn't be killed. He could and would be hurt by Wolfsbane, or any other magical spell. He knew more than a few himself. "Yeah Scotty get some rest."

Stiles was at his computer. He knew his Dad would be suspicious if he said he was trying to sleep. He settled at his computer and decided to refresh his memory on all things werewolf. It looked like he was going to need the information anyway.

His Dad popped his head around the door, "Stiles?"

Stiles flailed caught up in laughing. This 'researcher' was such a hack it was hilarious. "Hey Daddio!"

"You been here all night?" His Dad already suspecting he knew the answer.

Stiles sighed, "Well not all night but I heard a howl and I know you've had animal attacks."

The Sheriff loved his kid, even when he was hard to track or follow his thought tangents. "How did you get to werewolves?"

Stiles shrugged sheepishly, "Well I heard a howl but wolves have not been seen in California in 60 years."

The sheriff was impressed, "So you looked for other possibilities."

Now Stiles had an angelic smile, "Well when you exclude all the other explanations ..."

"... The only other ones, no matter how improbable are all that is left." His Dad finished. "I'm proud of you kiddo but it is time for bed. I will not write you a note for school."

He pretended to pout, "Yes Dad."

Stiles just knew that school would be extra fun.

School was not extra fun. Scott was oscillating between a raging douche and mooning over the new girl. Stiles would normally be all for encouraging his all but brother to go after what he wanted but there was a huge problem there. She was an Argent, and whilst he was sure that Allison was a sweet lovely girl - maybe. He knew the family's history and it was one that could be respected if not outright feared. The name meant silver in French and they were the reason most folk believed that werewolves feared silver. It was too bad that they got the element and the family confused.

Scott was mooning right now at his locker. "Isn't she perfect?"

Stiles threw up a little bit in his mouth. No really he did. "Er not my type buddy."

Scott wouldn't hear anything that could be said against his precious Allison. "She is so nice even if she is talking to Lydia."

Stiles did object there, "Hey now don't insult my goddess."

Stiles sent a silent apology to the Morrigan. She was Stiles' true goddess but it wasn't like he could explain the reason why he had zero interest in teens, like a normal teen was that none of them were his mate. Wow, wouldn't that be a fun conversation. Scott gave him a sympathetic smile, "Your plan is still young."

Stiles smiled as that was the first sign of his Scott he'd seen all day. "Hey she will soon see that I am way better than Captain Douchebag. How are you feeling?"

Scott shrugged, "My bite is gone which is weird. And I lost my inhaler."

Stiles knew for certain his best friend was going to turn. Now he just had to convince his friend of that fact. Why did his life have to be so complicated?" Toning down his teenage angst as Stiles had been reliably informed that it would in fact not do him any good. "Okay, okay. First the girl is new so offer her a pen. Secondly we will go after school and hunt down your inhaler."

It was a simple plan, a good plan.

Scott had in fact offered Allison a pen, and as a result his mooning (pun intended) had ramped up to an eleven. It was just too bad that he didn't have the poetry skills to write the sonnets he so clearly wanted to write. Stiles was so glad that they were in the forest and if there wasn't a crazy ass Alpha out there he would have howled his pain at having to listen to the romantic drivel. He hoped that when he found his true mate that he did not turn into some pathetic sap. He would have no choice but to ask his grandfather to blast his ass until he snapped back to his normal snark-tastic self. Of course, there was also the other part of the agreement that he had with his grandfather.

Stiles at twelve had refused to tell his Dad about magic and the things that go bump in the night. It was perhaps not the right call, but you had to put yourselves in his shoes. He was twelve just effectively lost his mom, and the only stable thing he had left in his life was his Dad. His Dad who he thought hung the moon was already in a dangerous job and Stiles had not wanted to complicate it by adding the Supernatural to the mix. His grandfather had agreed to a certain extent but had been firm - the minute he met his mate, his true mate he would be telling his father everything. Stiles had not wanted to agree but really there was just no way to gracefully tell the Fae King to suck it and not end up a slug.

Scott was stumbling and looking annoyed, "How is it you can't stay on your feet normally and yet you're gliding through the rough forest."

Stiles was sure that there was a compliment in there. He was but all he heard was the bit like he was a glided like a fairy. It should be noted that if you ever call a Fae a fairy you will get your ass handed to you in a very non delicate way. "Hey not cool!"

Scott was grouchy, "Sorry need my inhaler."

Stiles felt bad, but knew that was just an excuse. His best friend no longer needed an inhaler. He needed to learn how to plait long hair and how to maintain his claws. "So how are you feeling now?"

Scott sighed, and bit back the frustration at the repeated question. "Today was weird."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "You are in High School it is always going to be weird."

Scott snorted, "No I mean I could smell things from far away."

Stiles was listening, "Well it is obvious that you've caught Lycanthropy."

Scott's face scrunched up and it was so not Stiles fault that his best friend was doing a passable impression of an adorable puppy. "What's that?"

Stiles was trying not laugh, and all credit to him. He wasn't he hoped the lurking beta was getting a good laugh at this. "Well you got bit yesterday by a wolf, and now you have aggression issues. You hear better, you did pant after that new girl ... it is obvious ..."

Scott was waiting seriously, "What?"

"You're a werewolf."

Scott huffed at him, and shoved him away. "Not funny dude. I thought you were being serious. Now I need my inhaler or mom will kill me."

If only Scott knew how serious he was.

Derek was raw from all that happened. He hated Beacon Hills and he would have gladly returned here on the twelfth of never. He was still reeling from some Omega killing his sister, his Alpha. He had found his sister in the burnt out remains of their old family home. He'd been devastated. He was now an Omega. It was only being on their Ancestral lands that was keeping him sane.

That and the idea of revenge.

He needed to kill the omega, now a rogue Alpha who had taken away the one bit of family he had. The wolf that killed Laura would pay dearly. He would make sure that the last thing the Alpha felt was Derek ripping his throat out with his teeth. It didn't bother him that the rogue now had an Alpha's power. Derek was smart and could plan for these contingencies.

He was pulled out of his anger by a couple of teens. How dare they trespass? He didn't know why he stopped to begin with. They were crosswind so he moved to catch their scent and when he did his eyes flashed beta-blue. A bitten teenage wolf? Wow Derek thought that the jokes practically write themselves or he should plug it as a show for MTV show.

He listened to the one snarky teen, who amazingly smelled like pine needles wind his friend up. He had unknowingly told his friend exactly what was wrong with him. It was pretty pathetic that the human seemed to know about the kids body then he did. It didn't matter though - he needed them gone. He had an alpha to track and would deal with the kdi on the fool moon. Yet another thing to thank the Alpha - he hated whiny teens when he'd been one.

"What are you doing? This is private land!"

The bitten wolf froze whereas the other teen was calm. Derek could hear his heartbeat stay calm, "Sorry dude. We were out here last night and Scott ran off. He dropped his inhaler."

Derek was impressed despite himself. He knew that he could intimidate people without trying and yet the teen didn't bat an eyelid. Derek could practically see the cogs turning and he disliked feeling like he was under a microscope. He knew what they were looking for, so he threw it. The kid was starting to show his were-reflexes as he caught his inhaler. He would give one warning, and one warning only, "Leave!"

The bitten one still hadn't found his tongue and yet the human was still less fearful, "Sure thing. Sorry man."

And Stiles was, he could literally feel the pain and loathing rolling off the wolf. He had no plan to add to that misery. He wasn't aware that he had just met his destiny - his true mate.

Of course all of Stiles' good intentions went out the window when he got home and his Dad told him of another attack. It looked like he would need to rouse Team Jacob into action before more people got hurt.