A/N: This is my third Teen Wolf story as I really love how Liam and Mason mirror Scott and Stiles. Both such awesome friendships. When Stiles handed off the bat to Mason, I loved that moment. It's primarily gen and friendship feels between these two.
Warnings: There is the occasional swear word. Also this story is unbeta'd so future apologies for any grammatical mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf and make no money from writing this.

"Alright Mason since it seems like you're sticking around and are also the researching type." Eying the numerous mythology books the guy had scattered over his claimed library table. Stiles began setting down a thick file full of papers. "I made a copy of most of my notes. Though remind me to get you my copy of the Bestiary because you're going to need that later. But for now well here ya go." Sliding them over to him.

Mason paused bookmarking the page he was on and glanced up at Stiles curiously. "Uh thanks Stiles, but what's this for?"

Stiles smacked his shoulder lightly with the back of his hand staring back pointedly. "Dude you just found out your best friend is a werewolf. You don't think it's helpful to have a guide for that sort of thing?"

Mason's eyes lit up in new found understanding and excitement, and he pulled the notes closer to him.

"I wish someone had given me something like this as Scott and I had to figure out pretty much everything ourselves. Sourwolf was no help, and there were several rough touch and go moments especially in the beginning."

"I never asked but who bit Scott to turn him?" Mason asked, having already opened the files and taking out the notes to study them.

"A jackass named Peter. Never meet him by the way," Stiles invoiced, seriously pointing his finger out. "Seriously he's bad news, and if I ever meet him again. I'm going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash wrap it in wolfsbane roll it in mistletoe and shove it up his freaking-"

"SHH!" A student nearby shushed with a disapproving look on her face.

Stiles bit back his irritation and made a half-hearted apologetic gesture before continuing quieter. "Anyways with his IED he's probably going to run into control issues. It would probably help if he found his anchor, but some take time to find."

"What's an an-"

"Page 5" Stiles interrupted before finding and pointing to it. Now that they knew more about it Stiles was curious what it would be for Liam or maybe just like Scott he would end up becoming his own anchor having needed to after losing Allison.

"Actually you knowing is probably one of the best things, because it helps to have someone to talk about it with. I mean he has Scott and the rest of us, but it will be nice having someone his own age. Plus you've been friends forever, and this way you won't be confused about so much stuff later on. Like why super strong scents and loud noises affect him. Also don't be surprised if he starts monitoring your emotional state by reading your chemo-signals."

At Mason's raised eyebrows Stiles continued. "I used to think that was just a Scott thing but no apparently a lot of werewolves feel the need to call those out and announce what you're feeling especially if it's particularly strong."

"Ah well, thanks man." Mason replied gratefully shifting a few notes around. "I'll probably read through all of this tonight and definitely have a lot of questions tomorrow."

"No problem." Stiles smiled standing up and holding out a fist for Mason to bump, which he did. "As the human best friends we have a responsibility to look out for our werewolves. Someone's gotta be there to save their asses, as people are going to come after them." Voice turned slightly more serious, he asked. "Are you ready for that? Because I'm not going to sugarcoat it for you. It's a lot of nightmares, death, and really bad things. And you won't be able to return to normal blissful ignorance after this."

To his credit Mason didn't hesitate. "I want to help and I don't care if it's dangerous. Liam's my best friend so whatever happens I'm there."

"Well then in that case." Placing a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to the team or better yet the pack."