After the police and the ambulance crew left, John sat in the dining room with a glass of whisky, Stiles sat that there with Derek's jacket around him and his own glass of whisky in front of him. Derek poured himself a glass, "Where's your uncle Derek?" the Sheriff asked suddenly.

"He's with Cora" He said, confused as to why the sheriff would want to know while picking up his own glass and taking a long drink from it then pouring himself some more.

"Call him, I need to talk to him" He ordered, Derek just looked at him oddly, but pulled his phone out and called his uncle.

"Dad?" Stiles asked, because the last thing Stiles wanted was that perverted wolf anywhere near him, John just looked at him,

"Stiles, go and take a shower" The teen looked at him and then looked shyly down at his feet.

"I don't want to go up there alone" He whispered hugging the black leather jacket closer to himself,

"You won't be" Stiles turned around to see Scott standing there, Stiles smiled and shot up from his seat, hugging his best friend close "Come on, you stink" He smiled as he helped Stiles upstairs.

Stiles walked into the bed room and looked at the scene, Scott walked up behind him and rested his hand on his shoulder, Stiles flinched and looked back at his friend "Sorry" Stiles said seeing the hurt in his friends eyes.

"It's understandable, come on I'll get your things and you can go to the bathroom, just keep the door open"

"Thank you" He whispered as he headed to the bathroom. He walked into the bathroom and placed Derek's jacket on the door then took his torn clothes off and put them in on the floor in the hall away. He stepped into the bath then turned the shower head on, closing the shower curtains he let his body get washed over with hot water.

Scott walked into the bat room hot steam billowed out of the room. He saw the ripped clothes on the floor and let out a small growl at the smell coming off the clothes before he looked back to see Stiles looking at him "Dude!"

"Sorry, it's a really strong smell" Scott said placing his clothes on the chair in the bathroom

"I know tell me about it, it was like he used his piss as perfume" He said pulling his head back behind the shower curtains.

"Stiles, I'm sorry I didn't come over." He said feeling guilt gnarling him up in side.

"It's not your fault." The teen in the shower replied.

"I still feel guilty"

When Stiles and Scott came back downstairs, they saw Peter sitting there waiting for them, a frown formed on Stiles' face as he took a seat, Scott sat next to him "Okay what's going on?" he asked.

"We need to talk Stiles" His dad said, the teen looked at his dad and his frown deepened.

"You think? I want to know how you know Peter" Stiles demanded looking between the two, the older wolf smirked at the teen.

"What I want to know is why you have Monk's hood in your bullets" Derek added.

"DAD!"

"I got them off Chris" He said, Peter chuckled and Stiles turned to look at him.

"Okay start talking!"

"I know your dad because I saved your life once when you were 10 or 10...ish." Stiles turned his head to look at his dad wanting his dad to tell him otherwise, the sheriff sighed,

"It was just after your mother died, and your aunt and uncle came here to help me out for a while, they took you out for the day. By the time night came your guys were on your way back, there was a traffic build up and it took four hours for you to come home."

"Something happens on the way home, didn't it?" Stiles asked.

"Give the boy a prize" Peter joked, Stiles looked at him and glared.

"Peter shut up" Derek growled "Sheriff continue please" John nodded and continued his story.

"Yes Stiles something did happen, your uncle tried not to hit a deer that ran out in front of the car, the car crashed into a tree and everyone was alright it, but it seemed whatever was chasing the deer decided to chase your uncle, aunt and you. This wolf killed your uncle letting your aunt grab you and run" he bit his lip and stopped talking, looking into his glass he frowned.

Peter sat up and, taking the bottle of whisky, he took a mouthful before pick up the story "me and my brother heard screaming, we followed the screams to find this large wolf devouring your aunt, she died, there was nothing we could do to save her, we killed the wolf and had to deal with you... you were bitten Stiles"

"What?" The teen gasped "I think I would have noticed if I was a wolf!" the teen stated, looking at Peter incredulously.

"The bite didn't take" Peter said flatly

"Then I should be dead? Right?" Stiles said, unwilling to believe what he was being told.

"You did die Stiles. You were in excruciating pain and seriously ill, there was nothing we could do to help you and then your eyes closed and your heart stopped beating for 5 minutes. We stood with you in my arms wondering what to do, when suddenly you bolted up right and puked up this black sludge that comes from the bite being rejected. You lived, which shouldn't happen"

The room was quiet as they took in the information, Stiles after about a minute, grabbed the half full bottle of whisky and downed the rest "STILES!" his dad scolded, the teen looked at him then set the empty bottle down.

"How does this explain that…that wolf trying to rape Stiles?" Scott asked.

"It must have made you half wolf" Peter said with a shrug "It would explain a lot" He smirked, Stiles started to feel that he needed to have another shower for a completely different reason.

"Peter, shut up" John said rubbing his eyes, he just wanted to sleep but how could he after this?

"How come I don't remember it?" Stiles questioned.

"Not sure, all I know is Peter turned up on my doorstep with you in his arms saying the bite didn't take and that you would be fine. For the next two weeks you had flu like symptoms."

The next day Stiles was at home, thinking over last night's events, he was so tired from lack of sleep due to his fear that another wolf would take the dead one's place and attack him. there was a knock on the door making him jump out of his thoughts, he stood up and shrugged out from under his blanket and limped to the door, he open it to find Derek standing there "Your using doors, should I be worried?" he asked.

"No, I thought you might prefer me using the door" He answered, the teen smiled.

"Thanks, come in" He said, inviting Derek into the house. The wolf walked inside and followed the limping teen into the living room.

"What can I do for you Sourwolf?" Stiles asked sitting back down, Derek looked at him, and he could see the cracks in Stiles calm behaviour, he knew the teen was putting up a brave front but the bruises that covered his skin is not the only thing that was bruised.

"You don't have to lie to me Stiles" The teen looked at him, anxiety clouding his eyes.

"I'm fine"

"No you're not, your holding it all in and it's breaking you" He said, Stiles looked at him for a while and soon he let out a deep sigh and lowered his head before looking up at him with tears in his eyes,

"I...I can't do this anymore Derek, I might as well let a wolf fuck me and get it over with." He said, Derek growled and leaned over Stiles.

"You can't give up, that's what they want, you have to stay strong like I know you can be!" Derek urged, Stiles looked up at him with wide eyes, he cupped his cheek and kept looking into the teen's caramel coloured eyes.

"Y...You don't have wolves trying to rape you!" the teen shouted at him, tears flowed down his face as he spoke.

"Stiles please, this maybe the end of it okay, it could only be him that was after you" Derek said trying to calm the teen, but he knew that wasn't the end of it, they have a whole pack of alpha's out there that could pick up his scent.

"And if it's not?" he argued.

"Then I will claim you, but give it some time please?" Stiles rested his head on Derek's chest.

"P-Please don't let them get me."