"Derek doesn't have friends." Said Stiles.
"He has me," the young man replied. "And you?"
"I'm not friends with Derek." Said Stiles.
The guy frowned. "Then what are you?"
Stiles hunched his Shoulder. "I find myself asking that same question."
"Well you're ether friends or foe, because his scent is on you and I'm going to rule out foe
seeing how your still alive and the scent that's all over you is his blood."
Stiles swallowed hard. "Are you a w-"
"Werewolf." The guy said cutting him off. "Yeah I am, unfortunately."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Said Stiles.
"Well it's not particularly a good thing." the young man said in a low saddened voice.
Right then Stiles could see something in him, like regret, but not of something he did, something he had no control over. "Are you in Derek's pack?"
"Yeah."
"And what do you want from me?" Stiles asked.
"Well Derek's been acting weird and yesterday I could sense something different about him and I know it has something to do with you."
"And how is that." Stiles asked confused on how somebody he didn't even know would connect Derek's behavior to him.
"Well for one thing, the smell of blood that's on you has some other sent mixed in, the same sent that was lingering around Derek, Like a poison almost. You see what I think happened is, that Derek got injured and went to you for help. He must really trust you."
"So you came to me to talk about Derek?" Stiles asked.
"No not really. What I really what to talk to you about is Scott."
"Why not just go to Scott directly then?" Stiles asked.
"I tried but he wasn't home."
"And what is it that you want to talk about that involves Scott."
"More like warn him." The young man replied.
Stiles started to look worried. "Warn him! About what?"
"About the Harvest moon, also known as, the Hunters Moon! It's a time when hunters get together to hunt us down
and I don't just mean werewolves I mean everything."
"Everything" Stiles repeated. "What else is there?"
"Well just think if werewolves exist then what else does!"
Stiles took a breath on that, he had thought what else could be out there ever since his best friend had been turned into a werewolf.
"I don't see the difference aren't they always out their hunting stuff down."
"Yes but this is the one time when all the rules are off, it doesn't matter
how innocent you are if they find out your something supernatural, your dead."
Why wouldn't he tell him something so important Stiles thought to himself.
Stiles decided not to keep the thoughts to himself and tried to ask out loud.
"Why wouldn't Derek tell Scott something about this, or at least tell me."
"Well I don't think he's thinking straight, none of us are right now." He explained.
"Hell me telling you all of this is probably me not thinking straight."
"What do you mean by that?" Stiles asked, wondering about why himself knowing would be a bad thing.
But the young man thought he was asking about something else.
"Well hasn't your friend been having a hard time controlling himself?" The young man asked.
Stiles looked down in thought, sense he and Scott haven't been talking much often he wouldn't know.
Stiles hunched his shoulder and said. "I don't know." Stiles said honestly not being able to think of anything.
"Why is you telling me about all of this, a bad thing?" Stiles asked, being more direct.
"Oh, well I think out of everyone, he wants you the most to stay out of it all,
well at least that's what he implied when he told us not to tell you anything."
"Because I'm not a werewolf." Stiles said practically in a whisper.
Being a werewolf and having super hearing, the guy heard it. "Probably." he remarked.
"Well I've said what I've wanted too so it's up too you to decided if you want to tell him or not. I'll be going."
The young man said as he got up off the step. Walking past Stiles.
"Um... hey!" Stiles let out. "What's your name?"
The young man stopped and turned to Stiles and said. "Nathan."
then turned to go crossing the street and getting into a white car and driving off.
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Stiles set on his bed after coming out of the shower. Thinking of what to do with all the new Information.
He lay there for a while. right arm lay over his eye's. Dailin made a noise, that noise dogs always make when they seem sad
or they sense you are.
Stiles went over to Dailin reached down and picked him up then went back to his own bed and laid down on his back
with Dailin laying on his chest, Stiles had one hand laid on top of Dailin while the other rubbed from his head down to his back,
until they both fell asleep.
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"Scott we need to talk." Stiles said as he rushed into Scotts room.
After sleeping on it Stiles had decided to do some research, then confront Scott about it.
"About what?" Scott asked.
"Have you been feeling weird." Stiles asked.
Scott shook his head. "not really."
"Well have you been randomly transforming into a werewolf? Or anything?" Stiles asked.
Scott had a look on his face like he was thinking about it, or at least trying to.
"Actually I have, that's been what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What has been happening?." Said Stiles.
"Well I've been shifting when I usually wouldn't." Said Scott.
"Like what, doing what?" Stiles said in a fast tone.
"Allison." Said Scott.
"We're not talking about Allison right now." Said Stiles.
"I know, what I mean is that I can't control myself when I'm alone with Allison." Said Scott.
"What do you mean?"
"When me and Allison are...you know." Scott said while blushing a little.
Stiles looked at him bleakly. "You mean having sex."
"Yeah." Scott answered, big smile growing across his face.
"But that doesn't make sense you guys do that all the time,
I mean I know, you've told me about it in really good detail."
said Stiles. "Somethings should be left to the imagination. Not that I would want to imagine it."
Stiles looked at Scott shaking his head, Scott had a look on his face that Stiles just found smug,
but cute and innocent looking at the same time.
"When did this start?"
"Well it happened a couple of days a go." Said Scott.
Stiles looked like he was in thought.
"Um Stiles I don't really know whats happening but I have a solution." Said Scott.
"Like what?" Stiles asked.
"Weeell." Scott started, about to explain.
"Sense Derek was born a werewolf I'm pretty sure he has had this problem before."
"Ok and?" Stiles said like he was telling Scott to continue.
"And if we can get Derek to tell us how to handle it then everything will be fixed." Said Scott.
"Well good luck with that." Said Stiles.
Scott put his hand on Stiles shoulder and shaking his head no.
Stiles looked at Scott knowing where the conversation was going.
"By we you meant me didn't you." Said Stiles.
Scott answered by shaking his head yes.
"And you want me to do it don't you."
Scott shook his head yes again, smirking a little.
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"What Are we looking for." Nathan asked as he followed Derek around the old burned mansion.
"a contact box." Said Derek.
"A contact box?" Said Nathan.
"Its my plan C." Said Derek.
"What's in it?"
"Contacts." Derek said like it was obvious.
I didn't know you wore glasses. Nathan said.
Derek turned his head towards him glaring.
What am I saying, of course you don't where glasses you where Contacts.
Nathan said with a smirk on his face.
Derek glared at him even harder. Nathan put both his hand up in front of him like he was trying to calm an animal that was about to attack.
"Ok ok fine, jesus if looks could kill." Nathan said as he walked off into another room.
Derek had continued to look around when he heard the sound of a car outside, or more like a jeep. Then a door close.
"why does it always have to be me." Stiles said as he made his way to the front door.
Derek then frowned and went towards the door and opened it right as stiles was about to knock.
When both there eye's met they just stood there in silence staring at each other, not knowing what to say.