Stiles caught the ball with his stick, dodges all his teammates that tried to tackle him, and scored a goal.

"Great job, Stiles," said the coach.

In less than a week, Stiles had become the best player on the team. No surprise there. His werewolf strength made it easy for him.

"Alright, everyone bring it in." The team went over to the coach. "Now, tomorrow's a home game against Beacon Hills. I want you all to be at your top game. Those kids are something else."

Stiles's stomach dropped. Beacon Hills. He wasn't ready to face anyone from Beacon Hills. He didn't know how the pack would react to him being alive. Would they even care? Would they try to drag him back?

"You were awesome as always, Sti," said Cleary, taking off his gear.

Stiles shrugged and put his Batman shirt on, a plaid flannel was next put on. "Yeah. I'll see ya tomorrow, Cleary."

"See ya, man."

Stiles was walking home in the woods as usual. He was trying to decide whether to show up for the game tomorrow or not. He didn't want to face his old pack again. Nothing good would come out of it. But he didn't want to keep hiding anymore. Stiles was starting to feel like a coward and he was NOT a coward.

The beta was soon brought out of his thoughts when someone ambushed him from behind. He quickly got up from being pushed and wolfed out, roaring at whoever attacked him. His expression turned into that of shock when he saw who it was.

"Mike?"

Mike was Stiles's friend from science club. He was the same age as Stiles, same height, normal build, and had short brown hair. He looked the same as he always did, except his glasses were gone and his brown human eyes were now red vampire eyes and he had sharp fangs.

"Mike, it's me. It's Stiles."

The vampire boy just hissed and before Stiles could even blink, Mike was right up in his face. He headbutts the wolf, then lifted him up with ease, like he was a feather, and threw him against a tree.

They fought for thirty-two minutes. During that time, Mike had the advantage and was kicking the crap out of Stiles. Stiles tried to talk to him, but Mike wouldn't listen. The beta pleaded to his friend, but the vampire kept punching, kicking, and once or twice tried to take a bite; Mike was thirsty for blood.

"Mike!" Punch! "Mike, please!" Kick! "Listen!" Punch, punch! "Stop!" Bite! "This isn't you, Mike!" Punch, kick! "Mike!" Punch! "MIKE!"

Mike grabbed his arm and kept slamming Stiles against a tree over and over again. After the fifteenth time, Mike tossed the werewolf aside, hard. Stiles landed on his back and groaned with pain. His turned his head and noticed a stick with a sharp end next to him.

Mike licked his lips and fangs, ready to have a sip of Stiles. He charged at the beta wolf and jumped on his. Just as he was going to take a bite and drain Stiles of all his blood, Stiles had grabbed the stick and plunged it into Mike's heart.

Mike froze with shock. Slowly, his body started to turn a gray-ash type of color. Then it broke apart and there was nothing left of Mike aside from the ash on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Mike."

After Stiles told his alpha everything that happened, Logan slammed his fist onto the table in rage.

"Son of a bitch!" he growled. "He's turning people! And kids for Christ's sake!"

"So what do we do?" asked Stiles, arms crossed.

"Well, this is part where I say "We kill him." but I've been trying to kill this dick for years and he just won't die!"

"We need to find a way. Mike was my friend. I don't want to stake anymore of my friends."

Logan placed his hand on Stiles's shoulder. "I know. You won't have to, I promise. You should get some sleep. The games tomorrow. I'll be there to watch."

"Yeah, not sure I want to go."

"Why not?"

"I'm versing my old school."

"Ah," Logan said, understanding the problem. "You knew you were going to have to face them eventually."

"Yeah, but-"

"No-no, you're going tomorrow and if any of them try to give you a hard time, I'll have your back. That's what an alpha is for. I look after pack."

Stiles sighed. "Fine, you win. I'll go."

Logan smiled. "Good." He pulled the young wolf for a hug, which Stiles returned. "Night."

"Night."