Now the part everyone has been waiting for- the first Full Moon! I know this isn't going to be a long chapter but I hope you enjoy it! ^_^

Stiles knew the only way he could make sure Scott was okay at the party was to go too. There wasn't really a need to sneak in cause of all of the chaos in the place so it was easy to just show up in some nice clothes and blend right in. He watched as Scott and Allison danced for a few seconds and then got distracted, like always, by other people he knew.

Scott had thought everything was going well and then something changed in him. A kind of painful shift in his bones. As if they were fighting him or trying to grow. He also had an urge to hurt, no himself, but hurt other people. And with Allison so close to him he freaked out. The extra spike of fear plus his already panicking self-did nothing but worsen his condition. Scott instantly let go of Allison and stumbled into the house. He was really hoping this wasn't some kind of epic backfire from using. Cause from what he knew he hadn't used in the last few days.

Stiles!

That didn't mean he wasn't going to call his friend when he was freaking out.

Stiles something is wrong!

He shoved past some other party goers on his way out the door when he heard the familiar voice of Stiles.

I'll meet you at your place.

Scott fumbled with his keys for a few seconds and then, knowing it might not be the best option when he was so out of it, took off in the car. He distantly heard Allison call out to him but he was more concerned about getting as far away from her as possible so he couldn't hurt her.

Stiles inside excused himself from the group of teens he had been drinking with and headed out the door. He froze on his way out when he saw Derek Hale. He turned to look right at Stiles as if he knew the teen was there. Stiles felt all the pieces fall into place in the puzzle called his mind.

"Werewolf."

He whispered to himself. The look on Derek's face only confirmed his suspicions. Derek frowned, tilted his head to the side, than straightened up. His eyes flashed an electric blue that made Stiles jump. Stiles looked away for half a second and the man was gone. Just one more thing to worry about now. He thought bitterly to himself. But that was something to worry about later, right now Scott needed him, and he wasn't going to let Scott do something he would regret after this full moon.

Within minutes Stiles was at Scott's. The other teen had left the door open and Stiles walked right in, he took the stairs two at a time and heard the shower being turned off.

Inside the room Scott was freaking. The more he watched his body change the more he panicked. When there was a knock on his door he thought it might have been his mom.

"Go away."

He called out. Knowing it would sound rude and she would be pissed with him, but lucky for him it wasn't his mom.

"Scott? It's me."

Stiles called back. Feeling instantly relieved Scott stumbled to the door to open it just a crack.

"Let me in Scott I can help."

Stiles argued as he pushed weakly against the door.

"No. Look you gotta find Allison."

"She's fine, she's totally fine I saw her get a ride from someone from the party."

Stiles supplied even though he knew he didn't see Allison at all before he left the party himself, but he knew the words would make his friend feel better.

"I know who it is. It's Derek, Derek Hale. He's the one who bit me, who killed the girl in the woods, it's him."

"Yeah I know he's the Werewolf."

Stiles added.

"I saw him at the party and his eyes changed colors, and I know for sure he heard me say the word Werewolf from across the yard."

Scott stopped breathing for a second.

"Derek was at the party?"

He questioned. Both teens had the same thought at that moment. Allison had been at the party alone with a possible killer Werewolf named Derek Hale. And both had very different reactions to this information.

Scott saw red as he processed this information. He slammed the door the rest of the way shut and ran for his window. It was like he had very little control over what he was doing. His body was moving more on instinct than anything else. And right then his body was telling him to protect Allison from Derek.

Stiles on the other hand was freaking out cause Scott realized the same thing he did.

"Scott!"

He called out as he banged on the closed, and locked door to his friends room. Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the roar come from the side of the house.

"Scott!"

He yelled again. The stairs were ignored completely as he used his powers to be down them and out of the house. It would be dangerous for him later but he had to keep an eye on Scott to make sure the other teen didn't do anything. Stiles added night vision to his enhanced speed, and spotted Scott almost instantly. He stayed close to the teen and followed him as he ran through the woods.

Stiles paused for a second as they came up to the Preserve sign and a black Camaro parked where his Jeep had been just days before. Someone was in the woods. But the only other person Stiles could think of that would go back there is…Derek.

Once again Stiles had to force his mind to focus as he realized this. Taking off faster than he had been going he caught up to Scott once again. Just in time to see Scott stop at a tree. As Stiles got closer he saw the jacket hanging off of one of the branches.

"Where is she?"

Scott called out into the woods.

"She's safe, from you."

Stiles instantly stopped moving closer to Scott as he heard Derek's voice. Scott all wolfed out had a chance against the other Wolf. Stiles that had already used a lot that night wasn't sure how much longer he would last. All thoughts of caution were thrown out the window when Derek jumped out of practically nowhere and tackled Scott to the ground. Stiles was behind Derek, who had Scott by the throat against a tree. Derek looked behind him for a split second and Stiles was about to attack as Scott started to talk.

"What did you do to her?"

Scott asked angrily.

"Shh, stay quiet."

Derek warned as he looked out into the woods.

"Too late their already here. Run!"

He whispered urgently to Scott. Derek stood up and grabbed Stiles' arm to pull him along as he took off. Leaving Scott to look around in panic as to what could have scared Derek like that. Once he realized Derek had a hold of Stiles and had taken off, he got up and started to follow them. There was a bright flash of an explosion in front of him. Temporarily blinding him. Out of reflex he tried to clear his vision and run at the same time. He looked at where the arrow that caused the light explosion and was shot in the arm. Scott screamed as he was pinned to the tree.

Derek and Stiles froze when they heard Scott. Both of them turned around and headed back to the other teen. Derek was slightly surprised Stiles was running as fast as he was but didn't have time to think about it. He saw three hunters, one with a crossbow trained on Scott, who was already pinned to a tree.

"Take him."

The one with the crossbow said. Derek knew that voice anywhere, it was Chris Argent, and he growled at the mere thought of his name.

Moving before the two goons could attack Scott, he took them both out as swiftly as possible. He was about to move on to Argent but saw Stiles roll and knock the man over. Leaving Chris to fall before even seeing what hit him, as Stiles jumped to his feet and ran to Scott. Derek followed after taking Argent's crossbow and breaking it like a twig.

Stiles was losing lucidness by the seconds and by the time he reached the freaking out Scott he could barely hold himself up. He pulled weakly at the arrow but it wouldn't budge.

"What are you doing?"

Derek growled out.

"Run like hell, and take out a hunter and you can't even get an arrow out."

Stiles looked over his shoulder to Derek who reached past Stiles and pulled the arrow out of Scotts arm. The minute he was free Scott grabbed a fist full of Stiles shirt and pulled him along as he ran. Derek was right behind them, keeping his eyes peeled for more hunters. He looked forward just in time to see Stiles pass out and Scott stumble as he was nearly dragged down by his friend. Derek grabbed the back of Stiles shirt to keep him from face planting on the forest floor, as Scott sat down against a tree. He was nearly hyperventilating as he tried to breath, and stared in concern to his unconscious friend.

Derek lowered the younger teen to the ground without letting him injure himself.

"Who were they?"

Scott asked once he knew Stiles was okay. Derek was still look over his shoulder for hunters when Scott spoke and turned to face the teenager.

"Hunters. The kind that have been hunting us for centuries."

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!"

Scott yelled as he used the tree to push himself into a standing position. Derek looked around one more time before he started to advance on the teen.

"Is it really so bad Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than anyone human could ever hope?"

For a second Derek's eyes traveled to the unconscious teen who had kept up with the two of them while running.

"You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

Derek finished. Scott's eyes burned with defiance.

"I don't want it."

He argued.

"You will."

Derek said confidently.

"And your gonna need me if you wanna learn how to control it. So you and me Scott"

He leaned in closer so he was eye level with the teen.

"we're brothers now."

Scott felt his anger rise at the words.

"I already have one."

He bit out coldly as he glared golden eyes into Derek's now blue ones. Derek looked behind himself to Stiles who was still passed out.

"You mean the human over there. Cause he can't help you control this, he won't be able to deal with you when you shift and attack him, or someone else you care about. Humans never last long with our kind."

Derek hissed the last words like a morbid promise from fate itself.

"Then I guess it's a good thing I'm more than human."

Scott growled out as he let his powers add power to his already juiced up strength and shove Derek away. The older Wolf looked confused at the show of strength, and smiled.

"You'll need my help eventually Scott. You just better hope it's not after you've killed your friend here."

He walked away. Leaving Scott alone with an unconscious Stiles in the middle of the woods. Scott let himself slide back down the tree to the ground. He stared sadly at the knocked out Stiles. The other teen might have just as much power as Scott did but the backfires were dangerous. He didn't know how long Stiles could last using big magic like he had that night if something dangerous was going down again. Their magic was just so unpredictable. Scott's mind came to a screaming stop at his own thoughts.

Their magic.

As in the magic both of them had, and the side effects both had suffered from because of said magic. Except Scott had just used and nothing happened. He focused on his breathing for a few minutes and aside from breathing hard from everything that had happened. There was no wheezing, no pains in his ribs, or chest. In fact he felt completely fine.

Which meant that becoming a Werewolf didn't take his powers away. No, becoming a Werewolf did the same thing to his side effects as it had to the rest of him. Made his problems disappear.

Scott held out his hand and thought of the quickest way to burn up a lot of magic. It was of course teleportation. That had to be the one that would have the biggest blow back and they would end up somewhere safer than the woods even if he did get hit with backfire. So he crawled over on his hands and knees to Stiles and placed his hand on his shoulder.

He knew his mom would be home soon, and he really didn't want her to see the two of them like this. Then he thought of how Stiles' dad always worked till dawn on Fridays and knew it would be perfect. Scott thought of Stiles' room. The one he knew as well as his own. He thought of the full size bed, the messed up sheets, and covers. How there would be stacks of books on mythical creature lore piled everywhere, and papers scattered around all over the place. The Mountain Dew cans, and dirty clothes on the floor and sparse furniture.

Once Scott had a solid picture of the whole room in his mind he willed himself, and Stiles there. He could feel the world shift and tug, then place its self back together. After a few seconds of vertigo Scott opened his eyes to see both Stiles and himself in Stiles room. On his dirty floor but in the room.

So Scott waited. He waited for about ten minutes and nothing happened. Scott started to laugh as he realized his first assumption was right.

Being a Werewolf meant now side effects to using his powers. There was a moment of sheer happiness and then he remembered his friend currently suffering major backfires. The two of them had learned a long time ago that there was no way to make the backfires easier on one another, or help the one suffering from them. So he lifted Stiles up and put him on his bed. The took his wet and muddy shoes off of him, and discarded the socks he really wish his enhanced sense of smell hadn't picked up on. Scott shoved Stiles all the way to one side of the bed, and put his covers over him. Then he took his own socks and shoes off as he laid on the opposite end of the bed.

As he pulled the familiar blankets up to his chin Scott couldn't help but be giddy about being a Werewolf. There might just be more pros than cons to this kind of thing. He was asleep within seconds.

Later on Scott often thinks back to this one moment in time. He thinks about how bright the future looks with his best friend beside him, and a girl he likes who likes him back that he was waiting to see at school on Monday. Everything would be happy and okay in his life after all.

But oh how wrong he had been at that one moment.