Stiles woke up whimpering, his mouth felt like sand paper and his whole body hurt from head to toe "D…Da…Dad." He whispered, he heard some scrapping of chairs which hurt his ears making him turn his head away a few seconds later he felt a hot hand grasp his hand and gave it a light squeeze

"I'm here Stiles?" John said as he watched his son creak open his eyes showing a new golden brown amber at him

"Wa...ter." He groaned, John pulled a glass of water towards him using a straw to direct to his mouth helping him take the straw into his mouth.

After taking his intake of water Stiles open his eyes more and forced himself to sit up "Stiles…" John started to warn him about getting up so soon when Stiles sat up fully rubbing the back of his head

"I'm okay dad." He said wincing at the pain in his shoulder. John held out a hoody out for him with a worried smile, Stiles took the red hoody and smiled "Thank you." He said as he pulled it one "Why is everything so bright and loud?" He asked squinting

"It will take time for your body settle Stiles." Deaton said as he walked to the back room as he dimmed the lights for him. Stiles looked towards him

"She really did bite me? It wasn't dream." The Sheriff placed a hand on his son's shoulder as Stiles looked up at him "I'm sorry dad." He said quietly

"It's not your fault Stiles, I am just happy that you're okay." He tells him, Deaton walks over to them and looked at the bite on Stiles shoulder

"Your healing nicely it will be gone by morning and should be nothing but skin." He said with a smile "Tho you will be getting another bite today which will take a while to heal." Stiles looked horrified

"What why?"

"Because Malia bite you while she was under the pull of a strong drug called Moon Madness it mad by hunter to make wolves calmer…"

"Let me guess there is a side effect that makes them Alphas." Stiles asked with a frown, Deaton nodded

"Yes, Peter gave it to her. But because she isn't Alpha you need to be bitten by one to stay in control." Stiles nodded and rubs his eyes

"So Scott…"

"Yes." Deaton said to him. John looked at Stiles and saw him bite his lips

"You don't have to do this now." John told him, Stiles looked up at him and gave him a small smile

"Yeah I do, let's get this over with."

Scott walked in a few moments later with a sheepish look on his face, Deaton turned and to John and smiled at him "Come along Sheriff we will need to talk about what will happen with Stiles now." John turned his head and looked at Stiles who nodded with a small smile. Scott walked up to Stiles and stood in front of his best friend watching him closely, He then screwed his nose up "You smell." Scott said, Stiles chuckled

"You don't smell so good yourself." They looked at each other and ending up laughing. After they stopped laughing Stiles rubbed the back of his head "Soooo are we going to do this? You know make your bitch." Scott screwed his face up at Stiles bad joke

"Stiles." The Alpha groaned as he rolled his eyes "You're not going to be my bitch tho you might end up Derek's bitch." Stiles head shoot up and stared at him with wide eyes

"Whaaat really?" He as with a lop sided smiled

"I knew you liked him." A blushed bloomed on his face and turned his head away and held out his arm pulling up his hoody sleeve up

"Let get this done." He told him and he turned his head back to look at him smiled weakly, Scott nodded and held Stiles arm tightly. The teen looked at the Alpha as he held his arm firmly to make sure he couldn't jerk away when he bites down. Stiles wanted to look away but found he couldn't as his friends eyes turned red he felt the slice of the fang in his arm and hold onto him.

Stiles bite his bottom lip wincing as he watched Scott pulled his teeth out of his arm and licked the blood away "Dude you look like your tasting me!" Stile winces feel the burn of the wolf bite, Scott pulled away and smiled at him as he licked his lips

"Wolf saliva help heal the bite a bit quicker." He tells him as he watched Stiles start to sway on the table his eyes start flickering to amber then back to hot Whisky, the dark haired wolf frowned as he looked at his friend. He reached up to cup Stiles' face feeling how feverish his skin was "Stiles are you okay?"

"M…My arm itches." He whispers before he slumps forward in Scott's arms

"DEATON!"