New Instinct

Chapter 14 - Dangerous Times

(NSFW)

Things had been chaotic lately and things had certainly been moving rapidly since the packs last meeting, but Stiles had tried to keep up appearances and keep his life as normal as he could make it. He'd tried so desperately to remain calm since their last talk but Stiles was struggling. He felt horrible but he knew he needed to push Lydia away for a few days, at least until the full moon had passed and Salem was gone.

However, saying it was one thing but doing it was something else entirely. Stiles found it near impossible to stay away from Lydia especially since they had begun dating. He didn't want to be away from her, she was everything to him and just being around her made him feel better. Plus. She had no clue of his intentions and he was so worried that she would think that he was being a jackass and getting sick of her, when that wasn't the case at all.

Although, despite his talks with Scott about his space from Lydia, he'd since spent all his time with her, with her now spending nights over at his when his dad worked late. He felt in an utter mess that he knew he needed to keep her away but the thought of her being away from him made him scared and worried, like he could only protect her when she was near him. His new found powers had often made him forget that Lydia was some fragile and weak girl that needed his protection. She was just as, powerful before he turned and carried on to be even more so now he was a werewolf.

Stiles laid in bed, his mind and eyes awake in the darkness. He looked over to Lydia sound asleep in his arms, her fiery locks glowing in the moonlight that shone through his bedroom window. Quiet breaths came from her as he tightened his grip around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. She looked ethereal. He smiled softly to himself as he thought back just a few weeks previously, when the thought of Lydia being asleep in his arms like this would have seemed impossible. He looked out his window towards the forest outside, he knew that somewhere out there Salem was planning his next attack, his next "summon" of him and it scared him to death. He couldn't imagine Lydia being here when he was under Salem's control again. Stiles shuddered at the thought.

He also knew that if Salem ever found out about Lydia that he would use her as a way to control stiles, hurt him or get him to join him. He couldn't let that happen. Despite it being difficult, he knew that he needed to tell her tomorrow, to stay away from her, despite her protest, it was for her own good. Stiles slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, moving his body closer to Lydia's and letting the warmth from her body radiate to his.

Tomorrow is a new day.

He awoke groggily to the smell of food, as he wiped his eyes and ruffled his messy hair out of his face before getting out of bed. He suddenly remembered that Lydia had stayed the night but she was no where to be seen. His mind suddenly began to race and it generated all the horrible scenarios that could have happened to her. He shot out of bed, his torso bear with his black underpants the only thing he was wearing on his body, they sat low on his waist.

A slight angelic hum reached his ears as he recognised Lydia's voice from downstairs and his mind eased. He padded slowly over to his bathroom, taking a long glance in the mirror at his body. It had changed so much since he had become a werewolf and he couldn't lie, he wasn't complaining in the slightest. It had become much more toned and muscular, which along with his olive toned skin and moles, complimented each other nicely. He looked towards his hair, it sat a scruffy dark mess on the top of his head which even he knew there was no fixing. He ran his hands through it a few times before giving up as it kept returning to it's original position.

Stiles eyes shot wide as he heard Lydia scream loudly from downstairs, her scream ringing throughout his head and he quickly raced downstairs to her aid, his abilities coming in handy as he jumped from halfway down the stairs to the bottom with ease. He wizzed around the corridor, entering the kitchen with speed. "Lydia! Are you okay?! I heard you scream!" Stiles asked her worriedly, but upon taking another look at her he was surprised to find her giggling at him, her hands and t-shirt covered in batter, with a big bowl of the stuff upside down on the floor.