"STILES DON'T!"

Before Stiles could even try to finish his kill, Scott had sucked up the pain and flung himself at his friend, knocking him off his unconscious father. Scott couldn't believe he had to do this but he grabbed Stiles by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against a wall, hard enough to snap his spine out of place. He knew his friend would heal but until it did, He would be paralyzed from at least the waist down for a little bit.

Scott easily picked Stiles up, trying to ignore the fact that his friend was still trying to kill anything around him that could breath, which at that moment was Scott himself, and ran out of the house before Mr. Stilinski could wake to find both of them fully transformed. It wouldn't go very well for anyone to find out that their son's best friend was a werewolf and it would be EVEN WORSE to find out their own son was one as well.

Managing to get Stiles to the woods just as his spine finished healing, Scott laid him by a tree and waited, ready to keep his best friend from hurting anyone. Stiles was just about to attack again when a loud howl rang out. Scott instantly recognized the howl as Derek's and wanted to follow it so he could rip the alpha's head off. Why turn Stiles?! What did he have to do with whatever Derek was planning?!

Scott looked back at Stiles to find he'd stumbled back into a tree clutching his hands over his ears until finally he looked at his friend with fear and concern. He sighed in relief to see the howl had pulled Stiles back into his right mind.

Stiles looked down to find his claws covered in dried blood. His gold eyes widened as he looked back up at Scott. "W-What did I do … please tell me I didn't-"

His sentence was cut short by Scott's words, "No Stiles. The only person that got hurt is me."

Stiles looked at the still healing and pretty deep bloody claw marks across Scott's stomach. He met his gaze to Scott knowing he was completely wolfed out and sighed.

That's when everything came back to him. He didn't think it was possible for his eyes to get even wider than they already were but they did. "Oh my god … dad …" He muttered softly remembering how he'd almost killed his own father. What hurt him the most was he'd wanted to see him dead. It was sick and twisted but he had actually wanted to kill him.

He felt tears begin to fill up his eyes at thought of losing his dad along with his mother. His monstrous appearance faded away, leaving his ember eyes softly shining through the dark forest as he fought back his sadness.

Scott sighed but sat down next to his friend. He didn't know how to comfort him because the truth was, life as he'd lived it was over. Stiles was no longer human, just like him. All he could do was help him up and get him back home to make sure Mr. Stilinski was ok.

"Stiles … he's fine … you didn't hurt him." Scott said softly as he got Stiles to his feet and started to help him head back to his house. "But I would have Scott! If you hadn't been there …" He didn't even want to finish what he was going to say, the pain of it was too much. Any jealousy of Scott being a werewolf that he had had been completely destroyed. He truly didn't want this.

No more words came to Scott's mind to help comfort Stiles. After a long silence he finally spoke up, "Well … what's done is done … you're going to have to deal with it …"

Stiles sighed not looking at his friend as they approached his house. "… I know …" His voice tone dripped with sorrow.

More awkward silence followed as Stiles ran to his father's side and made sure he was breathing. "He's only passed out …" He said sighing with relief. Both the boys helped carry Mr. Stilinski to his bed room to make it look like he'd just had a bad dream.

Scott looked at Stiles with concern for his friends' sanity. He was wondering if he could take all of this. Sure he had to put up with Scott being a werewolf for a while now but he didn't have to deal with being one himself.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Scott turned to Stiles. "Get some rest. The full moon can take a lot of for energy from you. See you at school …" He said softly, the last part made it sound like he wasn't sure about that, making Stiles nervous but he just nodded and Scott walked out the door leaving Stiles and his dad alone in their house.

Stiles flopped down onto his bed looking at the ceiling. Hundreds of thoughts filled his mind all at one time so he couldn't focus on one. He just laid there until finally he was sucked into the nightmares he knew would come with the rest of that night.

Scott easily remembered the direction in which the howl him and Stiles had heard earlier was coming from. His anger had caused him to change as he ran toward where he knew Derek would be. He had just begun to trust the alpha but biting Stiles just ruined it.

All he felt at that moment was horrible anger as he was ready to kick the living shit out of the power hungry werewolf, if power was even the reason he turned Stiles.

Guided by anger, he knew he was getting close when the scent of not only Derek but Isaac, Erica, and Boyed too. In his rage he would have ripped all of their heads off one by one but he focused his anger mainly at Derek. As far as he knew, the others had nothing to do with whatever he was planning.

Scott was just about storm in there and rip Derek to shreds when he felt something thrown over him, making his sight muffled and unclear. He realized it was a sack only to late because whoever did it hit him over the head with something to knock him unconscious, what was left of his vision going completely black.

I really hope you all like suspense cause thats gonna happen A LOT throughout this story. Thanks for reading and post your comments! (The major Sterica portions of the soty to be comming in either chapter 4 or chapter 5)