Stiles was in his new room, sitting on his new video rocker chair, which was black with white vinyl sides, playing Call Of Duty on his new Xbox 360.
After breakfast, he and Logan had gone shopping. His bare room was no longer bare. Posters of snowboarders and Stiles's favorite bands covered the walls. Logan had bought him dressers, a night stand, a desk with drawers and a comfortable swivel chair with wheels, two bookshelves that were five feet in both length and width and filled with tons of books, a laptop and a tablet, a stereo/clock radio that had an alarm-clock, cassette player, and cd player, CDs, a 55" 1080p 150HZ LCD flatscreen with 4 HDMI ports and a built in Blu-Ray player, DVDs, both regular and Blu-Ray, an Xbox 360, PS3, and Wii, and games for all three systems.
Logan also bought him a ton of new clothes. Stiles was currently wearing black jeans, a light gray t-shirt, with a gray and blue plaid shirt over it, wearing a brown jacket over that.
Logan walked into the room, hands in his packs, grinning. "Enjoying the new flat screen and Xbox?"
"Dude, this is awesome! Thanks again! But how did you get the money to pay for all of this?"
"Inheritance."
"Ah. Well thanks, but you didn't need to buy me all this. I mean, I'm very grateful and everything, but three game systems? A laptop AND a tablet? Two bookcases, both packed with books? Are you buying my love?"
Logan chuckled, then shrugged. "I just want you to be comfortable. This is your home too now."
Stiles turned off the game and tv. He looked at Logan from his chair. "Yeah. We're not only packmates now, we're housemates."
"Yeah. Plus, I thought if I got you all this stuff, you won't be too mad at me tomorrow. We're going to start your training and the first day is never the easiest."
Stiles groaned. "Don't be too hard on me."
"No promises, but I'll try. I just hope I can train you right. I've never trained anyone before."
"Seriously? How long have you been an Alpha?"
"Uh." Logan rubbed the back of his neck. "This is going to shock you."
"Of course it will. The deeper I get in this supernatural world, the most shocking it becomes."
"Well, see, I've been an Alpha for about fifty years and I just turned eighty a few weeks ago."
"WHAT!?" Stiles shot up from his seat. "You're eighty! You look like you're in your twenties!"
"I know. See, werewolves are immortal. We have both eternal life and eternal youth. We can live forever until something, or someone, kills us."
"Whoa. So, I'll be young forever?"
"Yes."
"Awesome! Wait, you've been an Alpha for fifty years, but never formed a pack?"
"I never wanted a pack. I never wanted to be an Alpha. I inherited the Alpha power when my family died. I've been alone ever since."
Stiles frowned. He walked over and placed his left hand on Logan's right shoulder. "Well, you don't have to be alone anymore. You have me. We'll be each others family now."
Logan looked at the hand on his should, then up at Stiles, smiling at the seventeen year old. "You're right. We're not just pack now. We're family. And wolves are pack animals. We're not meant to be alone."
Stiles grinned and gave Logan's shoulder a squeeze. "You know, you're more open than Derek. Everytime I try to talk to him and try to be his friend, he'd tell me to shut up or he'd rip my throat out. With his teeth."
"Sounds like a swell guy."
They both laughed.
"So, up for a little Just Dance 3?" asked Logan.
"You wanna verse me at a dance game?"
"Sure. Think you can you keep up with me?"
"Bring it on, old man."
Stiles woke up the next morning, stood up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth. When he finished, he got dressed in blue jeans and a dark green t-shirt. He slipped on gray socks and his sneakers on his feet and headed downstairs for breakfast.
Logan was already at the table, eating french toast and drinking coffee. He was wearing jeans that were ripped on the right knee and a sleeveless black shirt. Black boots covered his feet. He looked at Stiles and smiled. "Morning."
"Morning," said Stiles.
"Eat up. We have a lot of training to do and you'll need your strength."
Stiles was both excited and scared about his first day of training. He quickly ate his breakfast and put his dishes in the sink.
"Let's go!"
Logan chuckled. "Eager, aren't we."
"You bet! This is going to be awe-some!"
They walked deep into the woods until Logan finally chose a place to stop. He turned to look at Stiles.
"So, since you had a pack once, what do you already know about werewolves?"
"Well, I know that there are three known types of werewolves: Alphas, Betas and Omegas. An Alpha is the leader of a pack of werewolves. It is the strongest, most powerful and so far the most lethal variety of Werewolf. To become an Alpha, a Beta wolf can kill an Alpha. Betas can be born or made with a bite from an Alpha. Bitten Betas (as opposed to born werewolves) have a mental link with their creators and can be "called" against their will. An Omega is a "lone wolf" without a pack. Since being with a pack makes werewolves physically stronger, Omegas are not as powerful as their peers within packs. An Alpha Werewolf's eyes glow red. Betas and Omegas can have blue and gold eyes. Maybe other colors, but those are the only two I've seen so far.
The werewolf pack hierarchy is made up of one alpha (male or female). Next in line are the betas. The alpha is the only one who leads and makes all the decisions that the entire pack follows. Werewolves become physically stronger and more powerful once they join a pack. An Alpha needs three Betas to form a basic pack. Pack membership is voluntary but failing to join leaves the werewolf weaker and vulnerable to attack.
Werewolves have enhanced strength, allowing them to be much stronger than humans, enhanced speed, allowing them to be much faster than humans, enhanced agility, which helps them jump, run, climb and react faster than humans, accelerated healing, they heal quickly from most injuries, except if they're bit or scratched by Alpha werewolves, then they take awhile to heal, have heightened senses, which helps wolves smell, see and hear far better than humans, pain transference, the ability to absorb and alleviate pain from other people/creatures, and memory transference, the power to transfer memories by inserting claws into the nape of an individual's neck.
Strong emotions trigger the transformation. Pain can reverse it and make a werewolf human. When a werewolf is transformed, the have pointed ears, long, sharp fangs, clawed fingers nails, and toes nails, but aside from Kali, who never wore shoes and always attacked with the claws on her feet, I've never seen another's werewolf's clawed feet. And their eyes glow, and they have fur. Not a lot. Just some light patches here and there. Like on top of their hands and feet, and some on the sides for their faces. They alpha wolf is the only wolf that can make the full transformation, which is a ginormous monster wolf creature that can walk on two legs and on all four.
Wolfsbane and Mountain Ash are both very dangerous to werewolves. If a werewolf gets shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet, they could die. Wolfsbane can can a wolf from healing and force transformations. Mountain Ash can be used as a barrier to keep wolves away and can make a wolf really sick if it enters their body.
Uh, that's all I know."
Logan let out a long whistle. "You certainly know a lot about werewolves. And you said all that in one breath. You've got strong lungs, even for a wolf."
Stiles smiled proudly. "I've always been a talker. More than once I've been told to shut up. It's not all my fault, though. Sure, half of my non-stop rambling is because of my personality, I'm a talkative person, but the other half is because I can't really help it. I have ADHD."
"ADHD?"
"That stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. It's both a psychiatric and a neurobehavioral disorder. I have to take a special medical drug called Adderall everyday to treat it, but it sadly doesn't help much. I have a hard time focusing, my mind will wonder and I'll daydream, I'll fidget and squirm, I can't stand still, even if my life depended on it, I get bored easily, and I talk nonstop.
Actually, now that I think about it, I haven't taken any Adderall while I've been here and I can focus better and am a lot calmer. Still pretty hyper, but not like before. It's different. I think the bite cured me. Wow! I knew it cured chronic illnesses like asthma and epilepsy and that it could possibly cure cancer too, but I didn't think it could cure ADHD. This is awesome! I can focus now and not write about history in economics! Still going to ramble nonstop, but like I said, it's part of who I am. I'm a talker. And as they say, some things never change."
Logan smiled. "That's fine. I don't mind talking. Talk is cheap. And I could use some noise after all the silence and being alone with no one to talk too."
"You might be telling me to shut up like everyone else after a week, maybe less."
"We'll see. Now, let's get started with your training," said Logan. "We'll start with something small and simple."
"Okay," said Stiles.
"First, we're going to test your sense of smell. Now, take a breath and tell me what you smell."
Stiles closes his eyes and sniffs the air. "I smell burnt wood, earth, trees, and axe body wash or spray. Body wash, I think."
Logan smiles. "Your better than I thought. It is body wash. Now come closer to me and tell me what you smell."
Stiles does as told. He walks over to Logan and sniffs. "I smell something, but I don't know what it is. It smells like, I dunno the word for it."
Logan smiles at Stiles and says, "Stiles, that's what pride smells like. I'm proud of you because you're a better wolf than I thought and are a fast learner." Stiles beams at Logan's words.
"Let's keep going," said Logan. "Tell me what you smell now."