A Fan in Teen Wolf

Chapter 5

By the time we had reached Deaton's animal clinic, it was even later than before, and Stiles had to double check that dad was still at the station with a call to Cindy who was the usual one at the front desk at night. I held back a groan of pain even as said pain began to fade fast leaving me slightly confused as I followed behind the other two and into the office where Deaton kept the supplies like bandages and such.

"Okay lets get your neck cleaned up," said Scott as he waved me forward to sit on the metal table. "Hold your hair out of the way please."

Only giving a small sigh of aggravation at having to struggle to get up onto the table, curse you short height, before grabbing my hair and the ponytail band Stiles held out to me in order to bundle it all into a messy bun atop my head. It had been really thoughtful when Stiles had begun to carry around ponytail bands to give me when I misplaced the one, I had or if I had ended up forgetting them.

"This might sting," warned Scott as he began to clean off the blood and dirt from my neck making me wince at the rough texture.

"What the heck?"

"I though you said you got bit," said Stiles eyes now narrowed as he looked between me and my neck. "And I mean there was blood all over your front to speak for itself. But where the heck is the bite wound if that was the case."

"What?" I demanded as I shoved past both boys and jumped down from the table toward the counter near the sink where there was a mirror for me to look for myself.

And low and behold as I looked over the side of my neck that had been in agony as Peter had bitten me was now smooth skin without one blemish or wound to be seen.

"Scott let me see your side."

Scott didn't even hesitate to pull up his top and begin cleaning the wound on his side and to my surprise the wound he got was still there. So why was my own wound gone? Then it hit me, Peter had been licking at the wound after he had bitten me! Did they maybe have some type of healing in their saliva?

"We will be talking about this tomorrow," warned Stiles even as he motioned me toward the door. "But for now, we really got to haul ass home before either of our parents beat us home first."

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It was later that night as I took another hot shower and got ready for bed that I truly began to let my mind wonder. Because a lot of things were different to how they were in the TV series, meaning there was a huge chance that everything could be completely different in real life, that my future knowledge would be useless.

"Breath," whispered a deep husky voice in my ear as warm arms wrapped around my trembling from as I sat there in my bed under the covers.

I was having a panic attack.

"Just breath little wolf and follow the sound of my heart."

My hands scrambled before gripping onto muscled forearms and all but digging my nails, that had turned to claws, deep enough to draw blood. If my panicking wasn't enough, I now had to deal with every noise on a heightened level along with smell and sight as I squeezed my eyes closed with a whimper.

"You are doing so well," he praised as he began to gently rock us back and forth even as he brought me closer to rest tightly against his chest. "That's it little wolf.

Just breath."

"Who?" I choked out of my throat that felt like I had swallowed razor blades as my tongue caught on sharpened canines.

"Peter Hale," answered Peter smoothly with a dark chuckle. "But you knew that already my little wolf."

I didn't know what was worse, the fact I was having a large panic attack, or the fact Peter Hale was in my bedroom holding me and helping me through said panic attack. Either way I wasn't able to really handle it as I let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder as I forced myself to hold still and match his breathing as I pinpointed down his heartbeat that sounded closer than the others around me.

"Good girl," soothed Peter as he placed a kiss to my temple as he slowed down the rocking. "You are doing so well."

"Why is this happening?" I asked without lying since I knew he would hear and smell it if I did.

So, while he believed the question was toward my changing into a werewolf the actual questions were toward why this was happening to me over him being in my room and in this situation itself.

"I brought you some journals to read on the subject on a deeper level," began Peter as he finally stopped rocking. "But for now, just know that the Supernatural isn't a fairy tale for children.

No in fact I am a werewolf, and an Alpha one at that, while needing a Pack to keep me from going insane once again. So, I bit you to make you my Second and Beta."

"I'm a werewolf now?" I asked just to make sure even as I finally slumped as the panic fully left me as I focused on the subject at hand.

"Yes," answered Peter with pride as he pulled away in order for me to be able to twist around to face him.

Gone was the horrible burns that covered over half of his body, and in its place was healthy smooth skin.

"Though there had been a slim chance where your body would have rejected the bite killing you."

"I want to smack you for that," I said after a moment of hesitation.

But this was the same man I had been visiting for over two years. The one I knew so much about even before I came to this world.

"But honestly I want sleep more."