Tendrils of branches, roots, and leaves surrounded him. The forest seemed dark as the brown haired lad pushed away the brush to get through the foliage obstructing his path. Separating a drooping vine nearby, he saw it. The reddish, small fox sitting up and gesturing for him to follow, Stiles responded and slowly approached the creature.

"Come Stiles! Do not be afraid!" He heard voice emitting from the fox.

Stiles got closer to animal that started to back away. Sprinting across the dirt path, the hazel eyed boy raced after it jumping over fallen logs and darting across grassy fields until finally it stopped. Lifting his eyes, he finally saw the fox's final destination. A tall, ivory oak tree with yellow and purple flowers and extended roots touching silver minerals in the dirt displayed itself in front of the teenager. The fox sat up waiting for him to follow.

"I don't understand," Stiles said. "What does this mean?"

"All will be explained in time," said the fox. Walking behind the trunk, the animal disappeared before a tall, handsome Native American man in tribal clothes came up from around the bark. Bright sunlight glowed from this individual leaving the young man to guess who he was.

"Wi?"

"Yes, it is I, Stiles Argent," said the ethereal being.

Staring at the sun god's features, he noticed that left side of his face had been disfigured while the right side showcased his handsome dark eyes and structured, sculpted portrait. Long black hair fell across the mangled part of his visage as he smiled down at the young teen.

"What happened? May I ask?" Stiles inquired.

Wi nodded. "It was from my great battle with Kalona, the Ravenmocker. The end result ended up with his banishment to the underworld but not before leaving me this vengeful scar. But do not feel sorrow for me Stiles Argent. Beauty is simply a mask. It teaches the nature of humility when you are faced with physical flaws."

"He's right."

The voice came from someone feminine. Stiles shifted his back to see a gray wolf meandering behind him. With gentle ease, the animal vibrated transforming into a beautiful copper skinned woman with long black hair and wearing a tribal dress.

"Hanwi!" He greeted.

"Yes, Stiles Argent," smiled the moon goddess. Moving to her husband, she held him tight as she placed her head against his shoulder. "What my husband, Wi, had mentioned. Flaws merely add character. They make a person even more powerful than they realize. I could not love my husband even more after the Ravenmocker disfigured him."

"That's all well and good but why am I here?" Stiles wanted to know. "Is this some sort of new religion you want me to join because I have to tell you that I'm non-denominational?"

Hanwi laughed. "No Stiles. We respect the fact that there are humans who follow Christianity. Believe it or not, the wolf spirit is alive in every culture. Like our people, magic is present everywhere and each culture has a guardian spirit protecting humanity. Christianity has their cherubs. The Japanese have their kitsunes. South America has their kanimas. Egyptians have the mai. Africans, their aggasous. Basically, there are guardian spirits everywhere in disguise of human forms."

"It still doesn't explain my presence here," noted the young man.

Wi put a hand to his shoulder. "Believe it or not, Stiles. You have an important role to play in the upcoming battle with the skin-walkers. As I mentioned before you are a part of me. You are the fox."

"It was you!" Stiles concluded. "You were in my dream!"

"Exactly," replied the sun god. "As the fox, you are part of the sun. Derek, the aningan, is part of Hanwi. A Spirit Wolf of the moon. Together the sun and the moon must work together to stop the yee naaldlooshii from bringing destruction upon the world."

"But what can I do?" The hazel eyed man asked. "I don't have any special powers. I can't take on a skin-walker without getting killed."

"Your greatest power is your biggest weakness," Wi answered.

Suddenly Stiles realized what the sun god was referring to. "My cancer?"

"Yes," added Hanwi. "Like my husband, his flaw made his stronger. That brain tumor in your head allows you to sense when a skin-walker is near. Even you might have noticed that."

"I thought that was all coincidence," Stiles remarked. "A couple of times it didn't always seem to work. In case, you haven't noticed the Alpha seems to one up me!" The young teen shook his head. "So you're saying, I was supposed to get brain cancer? Gee, why can't you give me a nifty gift I can use like a power ring or bracelets that deflect bullets?"

Wi sighed. "I know that this disease you have sucks, as you humans say, but believe me everything happens for a reason. This flaw is your greatest asset and will aid you when the time comes. Trust in this ability."

Tears began to flow form his eyes. "BUT I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

"Death is not something we ask for but we something we learn to accept," Hanwi noted. "This is your destiny Stiles Argent. Embrace it!"

"The sun and moon are the only hope in saving humanity," said Wi. "Accept it!"

Bright light flashed in front of Stiles blinding him. Then he felt his body falling…

"WAIT!" Stiles shouted from his bed. Swear drenched his t-shirt as he realized he was in his bedroom. Moonlight drifted through his window as he noticed that it was evening. Glancing at his alarm clock, he saw that it was 2:00 a.m. in the morning as he got out of bed and made his way into the hallway.

Seeing Allison's door slightly ajar, he peeked in and saw her rumpled bed empty. Nervously, the young man moved inside to notice her bedroom window open. A throbbing pain pierced his forehead before subsiding as he glanced down at the figure in a nightgown racing on all fours across the driveway and into the nearby woods.

He knew it was Allison. Rushing out of her room, Stiles ran down the hallway to his mother's bedroom to first listen her snoring soundly. Satisfied that she was sound asleep, he dashed into his room to put on a pair of pants, a zipped up sweatshirt, and grabbed a flashlight before crawling out of his bedroom window. Luckily for him, his dad was out patrolling late and wouldn't be home until a few hours allowing him time to retrieve his sister.

Turning on the flashlight, he ran into the woods hoping to find Allison before she did something drastic. Fifteen minutes went by before he crossed over a set of hills to see a dirty figure hunched over something small. Stiles aimed the flashlight at the person to see it was Allison with her mouth and nightgown all bloody while she held a dead animal carcass in her hand.

The high beam of the flashlight angered the feral girl as she dropped the dead animal and sprinted toward Stiles. The hazel eyed teen screamed as older sibling pounced on top him displaying small canine teeth and black eyes as she growled sinisterly above him.

"Allison!"

Instantly, his sister stopped. Gradually, her appearance turned back to normal as her human form stared back her younger sibling who by now straddled him with her strong weight. Scared and disoriented, she looked at Stiles as she got off him and crouched near the bark of a tree.

"Stiles! Oh my God!" Allison sputtered. Her dark eyes turned to the dead rabbit she just devoured. "What did just do? What's happening to me?"

The brown haired teen rushed over to his sister and kneeled beside her. "It's okay Allison. I'll explain everything. Let's just get back home before Mom and Dad find out we're missing."

Walking through the darkness, they snuck through Allison's open window where the young man helped his sister shower and change before discarding her bloodied nightgown. Still reeling from the shock, Stiles assisted Allison into bed and sat by her side.

"Stiles? You know what's going on, don't you?" She asked him worried.

He nodded silently.

"Tell me, please." The haired beauty requested.

"Allison, I don't think you're ready to know yet," he replied sadly. "Even I don't believe it."

"Stiles, please," she reached out him. "Tell me. I can take it."

"Okay," he sighed. "But you have to keep an open mind to things."

The popular cheerleader agreed. Taking her hand, he turned it over to show the scarred wrist of where the animal bit her.

"It concerns this," he told her tracing the line of her wound. "You know those horror movies where the monster bites the girl and she turns into one?"

"You mean like a werewolf?" Allison asked. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "No. No. No. Stiles, I'm not turning into a werewolf. There's no such thing…"

"I'm sorry Allison but werewolves exist," Stiles admitted. "And…you're turning into one."

"Stiles!" The teenage girl slapped his shoulder. "You're freaking me out here! I'm not turning into a werewolf! That's all make-believe! It's all a fairy tale…"

"Look around you Allison!" Stiles grunted. "All the weird stuff that's been happening to this town, how do you explain it? Jackson was killed by a wild animal! Dad having his hands full of strange bodies being found as a result of an animal attack. Now you have been bitten by some hairy, black monster with fangs and red eyes."

"How did you know…I swear I thought I saw…" The pieces started to fit together. Anxiety as well as fear shot through her face. "Oh my God! It can't…it's not possible…I'm turning into that?"

Tears dripped from her face. Stiles held her close for support.

"Shhhh," her younger brother whispered. "I'll find a way to cure you, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you. This will be our little secret."

"Stiles…how are you going to cure me?" She whimpered. "I've seen all the movies. The werewolf usually dies."

"Not this time," he emphasized. "I'm going to find a way to beat this thing. You just have to trust me."

She reluctantly agreed. "How do you know all about this?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "It's a long story but believe me, I know what I'm doing. Meanwhile, I need for you to do a couple of things."

"Like what?" She wondered nervously.

"Keep your anger in check," he suggested. "The more rage you feel, the stronger you become like when you slammed Matt Daehler against the wall. Try not to attack anyone and more importantly, try not to kill and eat any more rabbits."

"Oh Jeez! I ate a rabbit!" She sobbed realizing her crime.

"Well you didn't cook it in a werewolf oven," Stiles commented hoping to make her laugh. It did not work. "One more thing and I'm not saying this because I'm being overly protective. Stay away from Scott McCall!"

"What?" Allison asked in shocked. "Why?"

"He's a werewolf Allison!" Stiles bluntly blurted out. "The most evil kind!"

"But…but he's too cute to be a monster," she protested.

"That's what they said about Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer," Stiles argued. "And look at what happened to them. Trust me Allison, you want no part of Scott McCall even if your connection to him is too strong for you to resist. You have to fight it!"

"How…do you know about my bond… with Scott?" She inquired.

"Because he's the werewolf that bit you! I'm sorry Allison to tell you this but it's true."

"Oh God!"

School that day was especially awkward. Opting to keep a low profile, Allison donned a pair of sunglasses and wore dark clothes as she tried to blend in with everyone. She even went as far as ignoring Lydia who kept sending her text messages and refused to answer back. The red headed teen finally got fed up and cornered the Argent sibling at her locker.

"Okay, give me the 411," Lydia demanded. "You've been avoiding me all day. What gives?"

"I'm sorry Lydia," the dark haired beauty apologized. "I'm just not myself today. I'm a bit under the weather."

"Well get your umbrella ready because I have the latest gossip that you might want to hear," Lydia began to ramble.

Seeing his sister at her best friend's mercy, Stiles immediately stepped in. Grabbing her arm, the brown haired teen began to pull her forward.

"Sorry Lydia," Stiles explained. "Allison is sick today. She'll have to take a raincheck."

The hazel eyed lad stopped in mid-sentence as he noticed his classmates staring at him in amazement. He could feel a tense awkwardness in the hallway as prying eyes peered at him from all corners of the corridor. Shifting his face to the other side, he saw Danny with his mouth opened dropping his gym bag and lacrosse gear to the ground. Turning to the other side, he saw an evil Scott McCall grinning in triumph. Stiles could not understand why. Then one of Beacon Hills High students moved out of the way and the young teen saw what everyone was gawking at.

Row upon row of Xerox copied black and white photographs decorated the lockers and the walls. On the sheets were scandalous pictures of Stiles and Danny kissing passionately in the locker room. If that was not humiliating enough, three letters were written in permanent black marker on each of the photographs. The word FAG displayed on every inch of the school walls.

Scott McCall smiled wickedly lifting his cell phone camera to snap a pic. All this was his doing! The picture had now gone viral and there was nothing Stiles could do stop it. Feeling like his head was head to explode, the painful migraine shot through his forehead forcing him to clasp his face. He could hear his heart beating rapidly than normal as he tried to breathe but could not get any oxygen through his lungs. Large droplets of blood fell from his nostrils as he felt the world spin around him and fell to the ground hard.

The hazel eyed teen's body went into a seizure that he barely noticed Allison rushing to his side. Hearing her close to him brought some comfort but no relief.

"CALL 911!" Allison screamed. "MY BROTHER HAS CANCER! HE MIGHT BE DYING!"

Stiles listened to the murmur of the crowd as sirens were heard outside and paramedics rushed to his aid. By this time, he had blacked out.