"Stiles!"

The sound of his name came from far away. Stiles tried to focus in where the voice was coming from. Slowly he felt his senses start to awaken along with an agonizing thumping in his skull. The teenager groaned as the familiar voice shouted louder.

"Stiles, Wake up!"

Stiles managed to force his eyes to open, only to be greeted by a blurry face inches away from his own. Screaming at the top of his lungs, his body jolted back of its own accord. The rush of adrenaline made his heart pound and cleared the fog from his head. Now being able to focus he realized the blurry face belonged to his best friend, who was staring at him with a look of worry and panic etched into his expression.

"What the hell Scott, are you trying to kill me!" Stiles took a few deep breaths trying to calm his racing heart. He stared at Scott, wondering why the other teen was so concerned, He watched as his best friends look went from worry to pure anger.

"Don't you dare give me that look Stiles! Do you have any idea what I've been through? Why did you disappear without telling me?!" Scott's voice broke slightly as he finished speaking.

Stiles stared at him blankly, he had no words to respond with as he watched tears slide from his best friends brown eyes. The older teen just reached out with his hand showing Scott it was ok to come closer. He was suddenly tackled onto his back as the werewolf teen pounced onto him wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist and held him tight. He felt Scott's grip tighten, almost as if he was checking to see if his best friend was still alive. Both teens held each other close, Stiles repeatedly making a reassuring hushing sound in order to calm his closest friend.

By the time they finally broke apart Scott was much calmer and level headed. He pulled back to sit on his haunches. It was only then he realized he had just been hugging his still very naked best friend. A blush flushed his cheeks and he hurried to pull off his coat and handed it to the older teen. Stiles stared at the coat Scott was holding out to him in confusion, his expression must have mirrored his thoughts as Scott spoke up.

"Dude, you're naked"

Stiles looked down at himself and instantly freaked when he realized he was sat in the dirt in nothing but his birthday suit. He grabbed the offered coat and used it to cover what little was left of his dignity. His mouth was moving trying to formulate and explanation but his mind went blank when he tried to remember how and why he was in this very awkward situation.

Suddenly Stiles jumped, startled by Isaac running through the bushes, coming to a alarmed stop a few feet away. His heart rate instantly increased and adrenaline once again flooded his blood stream. He rapidly felt his body starting to change, claws sprouted from his finger tips and fangs grew in his mouth, slicing through his tender bottom lip. The frightened teen opened his mouth to scream but let out a earth shaking roar in its place. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON!

His attention was snapped back to both Scott and Isaac, they were both shouting at him but he could not understand a word ether teen was saying. He instantly noticed that the two beta werewolves had also shifted. He guessed it was due to his own surprising transformation. Eventually Scott got enough of a grip of himself to speak clearly.

"Stiles, how are you a werewolf, What the hell happened to you last night?!"

Scott's voice was rough due to his werewolf form, and his face now showed pure fear. Stiles remained quiet for a moment, finally acknowledging Isaac's presence. He took in the fearful posture of Isaac's body as he was backing away slowly from the two older teens. Stiles didn't know how to respond to Scott's questions or Isaac's fearful behavior. He just sat on the ground holding his best friends coat closer to his naked body.

As he was trying to focus, his mind was thrust back to last night. Stiles remembered Scott's phone call about Isaac, being angry, going to the loft far too early in the morning, the argument, shouting, ending up at the ridge, the attack from behind, the red eyes, the loud roar, the voice that could only belong to…

Derek!

Stiles suddenly had two sets of arms surrounding him, holding him tight. His chest felt tight and his cheeks were damp, stupid panic attack. He soon noticed that he could hear his own heart beat racing louder than he had ever heard it before, along with the rhythmic beating of Scott's and Isaac's. He focused on the sound of the other two werewolf's hearts, using it to calm his own. He had to tell them what he remembered.

Once he was calm enough he lightly tapped them both on the back, indicating for them to let go. The two betas released their grip and slowly backed away far enough to see Stiles' face but Scott kept a hand reassuringly on his knee.

"Tell me how to shift back" Stiles whispered to no one in particular, he was surprised that Isaac was the one to answer.

"Concentrate on relaxing your body, try and clear your mind as well".

Stiles followed the instructions; he calmly closed his eyes and relaxed from the neck down using the feeling to remove all thoughts from his head. Once he felt the claws and fangs retract the let out a relieved sigh. That was easier that he first thought. Now back to normal he opened his eyes to see both teens had followed his lead and shifted back to human as well. Stiles waited a few seconds before speaking again.

"I remembered last night, and the one who did this to me". He managed to keep his voice calm and watched for a reaction from the other boys faces. The only response he got was Scott and Isaac leaning forward waiting for him to continue. Taking a deep breath he continued the story.

He told them all about last night; He went into detail about the encounter at Derek's loft and his reasons for coming to the preserve, he told them all about how he had been coming here to the ridge after his mother's death. He finished off the jeep breaking down and followed by the attack. As he was about to describe his attacker Scott interrupted.

"Tell me who it was Stiles, I will kill them for what they did to you". Scott's voice was filled with rage that Stiles could sympathize with. He turned his gaze away for a moment before looking both in the eyes, with a mournful expression on his face he answered.

"It was Derek, he was the one who attacked me and turned me. I saw his face and heard his voice before it all went fuzzy and I passed out"

Both of the other werewolf teens stared at him in horror first before their expressions changed, Scott's to pure fury and Isaac's to a deep sadness. Isaac spoke up first before Scott had a chance.

"Are you sure it was him?"

The poor boy sounded so hopeful that he would get the answer he longed to hear. It crushed Stiles' heart to have to break that.

"Yes, I'm sure. I have known Derek Hale long enough to recognize his voice as well as his eyes. They were defiantly his"

It physically pained Stiles to watch Isaac curl into himself and whimper. Stiles felt the overwhelming urge to comfort the distressed beta. He lent forward, dropping the coat to cover his lap, and gently pulled Isaac into a hug. The younger teen seemed shocked at first but quickly relaxed into the embrace, shifting closer to Stiles tucked his head under the older werewolf's chin. Stiles amazed himself when a soft rumble resonated from his chest, coaxing the beta in his arms to snuggle deeper into his hold.

Scott watched with confusion written all over his face at the scene unfolding in front of him. He had never seen Stiles or Isaac act like this around one another. He stared intently trying to figure what was going on. He gasped in shock when Stiles opened his eyes to look at him. His eyes were red, Alpha red. The tanned teen did not understand how Stiles could have just been turned straight into an Alpha. He was certain his best friend had not killed Derek, he didn't know how but he felt it was true.

The sound of a deep cough brought Stiles out of his trance. When he realized he was still holding Isaac against his naked chest, he gently rubbed he hand along the betas back to get his attention. Isaac lifted his head from underneath his chin and looked at the Alpha teen with warm brown eyes.

"Feeling better?" Stiles asked softly. His only reply was a slow nod before the beta removed himself out of the Alpha's lap. Stiles looked over at Scott who looked like he wanted to say something but was holding himself back. The older teen scrunched his brow and tilted his head, gesturing for the other to speak.

"Stiles, I think you should know you're an Alpha werewolf. Your eyes glowed red"

Scott's tone was shaky like he was waiting for something to happen. Stiles just stared blankly for a moment, slowly processing the new piece of information. He was thoroughly baffled by this, how was he an Alpha? This was too much for his brain to deal with right now. He focused his gaze back to the two betas who were looking at him with concerned expressions on their faces.

"Can we worry about it later; I'm exhausted, naked and cold. Right now I just want to go home"

Both betas nodded their heads in agreement. Scott crept closer to his best friend and pointed to the coat still in the Alpha's lap. Stiles just smiled and let Scott wrap the coat around his shoulders, making sure it covered all the necessary bits and pieces. The younger werewolf helped his best friend to his feet and steadied him while he found his balance.

Stiles found his feet and down at the ground he had been lay on. Just as Scott started to guide him in the direction of the jeep he spotted something just a few feet away. He stopped and pointed to the black material.

"Isaac can you grab that?" Stiles asked the youngest beta.

Isaac looked around confused before spotting the thing the Alpha wanted. He took a few steps towards it and picked it up. The beta stared at it for a moment before looking back at Stiles and Scott with a sad face.

"It's Derek's jacket, it's a bit torn up but I can smell him on it" Isaac's tone was soft and resigned.

Stiles felt Scott's body tense in anger, He nodded back at Isaac and asked him to keep hold of it before gently pulling his best friend back to their original destination of the jeep. The rest of the walk back was silent, with all three teens not even looking at each other. When they reached the top of the hill Stiles was happy to see that the jeep was exactly where he had left it and in once piece, he silently took note of the familiar tire tracks that where just behind his vehicle.

Scott helped him towards the passenger side, before pulling two lots of keys out of his pocket. He raised his own towards Isaac.

"I'll drive Stiles back in the Jeep, you ok to ride my motorbike back?"

Isaac nodded and Scott threw his keys at the younger teen, who caught them before walking towards the motorbike that was resting against a nearby tree.

At this point Stiles was too tired to care what was going on around him, he just waited until the jeep was opened and climbed into the passenger side. He sank deep into the seat, comforted by the familiar smell of his baby and rested his head against the closed door. He was vaguely aware of Scott starting up the engine and felt the jeep starting to move. Not long into the journey Stiles dozed off the sound the engine humming and the stereo on low