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Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
The rest of the pack looked towards Stiles in shock, Scott looked betrayed as he searched the face of his best friend for an inch of denial against Lydia's revelation. He found none.
Before anyone could comment further a stiff wind blew through the pack and the Allison, Lydia and Stiles started shivering as it didn't let up or seem to be any time soon. Derek nodded at the door to the house when three pairs of us turned on him, pleading. The silent communication ceased as eight pairs of feet trudged into the house and what little shelter it provided from the cool night surrounding them.
Derek entered last, a thoughtful expression on his face as he stared into the back of Stiles' head. He took a long breath through his nose letting the scents reassure him as he confirmed for himself the specific scent of the teenage boy. Human, completely.
They slowly filed into the living room of the house. Allison and Scott settled down on the smaller sofa, her leaning into his embrace for warmth and comfort whilst Isaac, Lydia and Jackson pressed together on the larger one. Peter stayed standing in one of the darker corners of the room and Stiles sat in the only arm chair, drawing his legs up and folding in on himself slightly.
It took him a minute to realise that by sitting here he had separated himself from the rest of the pack as if it were an interrogation. He could hear his heart pump in his ear drums and hurried to calm himself seeing as it was obvious that all the wolves could here it also.
"Can somebody talk please, this is getting a bit ridiculous here?" it seemed Lydia was the only one willing to state what everyone else was thinking.
The silence continued and Stiles fiddled awkwardly with the hem of his shirt. "What-a wha." he stopped and shook his head, refusing to talk as his eyes scanned the confused faces looking at him. Peter seemed to think differently though.
"You finally make sense." he simply stated not seeming to elaborate.
"What makes sense?" Isaac prompted.
"Why you" he pointed a finger at Stiles "didn't take the bite when I offered". A growl could be heard from Derek standing by the door of the room but Peter carried on regardless. "You shifters and your dedication to species continuation. I knew you wanted it. You were lying when you said you didn't." he received a glare from the teenage boy.
"I don't understand, Stiles, you're human." Allison announced.
"He reeks of it." contributed Jackson.
"That's because I am one." Before a member of the pack could query what his relation was to shifters he stood up and started to pace back and forth before continuing.
"Shifters, we live in clans, like a pack but the dynamics are kinda different. There isn't one specific leader but you work together and live in peace with each other because it isn't just dedication to your species survival." he mimicked Peter "it is so much more than that. It is basically ingrained in your biology not to let any harm to another shifter. To do so could drive you insane."
"How come?" Isaac asked.
"You can't be bitten and turn into a shifter, the only way to become one is if you are born being one which leads to a pretty low population, believe me. It's an evolutionary trait, once you kill one one of us that line is lost forever and the species could face extinction. That's why they couldn't attack us out there, I was in the way." he turned to face out of the window.
Jackson seemed bored with the explanation. "You seem to be forgetting something, they were werewolves and you are human."
Stiles looked annoyed at the blonde and then faced Derek. "Is every child born to a wolf a wolf?" he asked.
"No."
"Exactly and if you're born human then you carry a gene for it. I'm human but killing me would still end a family line of shifters, meaning big no no!" Stiles exclaimed, hands gesturing for emphasis. "Three of them were born like me, I don't know about the other, but somebody must've turned them. And you don't understand what that means, your body and mind are constantly trying to fight each other. It's an abomination."
"Why would they want to be turned then?" Scott asked.
"'cause sometimes that's easier." stiles sighed.
If you're confused, all will become clear. Just not right now..