Something's Gotta Give (Fox At Heart Sequel)

Pack Dynamics

Stiles realised he was down on all fours, a position that felt more natural now. His muscles and bones bending in a way to accommodate this posture but at the same time like the other mutated werewolves he could also stand up though still slightly crouched. 

He slowly straightened up to his full height, noticing that everything looked so much smaller now.  His clothes were just rags, almost completely ripped apart, he'd grown to big to accommodate them, minutes ago he probably would have been embarrassed that he was almost naked but he didn't care, why did a wolf need clothes anyway? Like the other werewolves he wasn't covered in hair, just patches of it here and there.

His skin was stretched tightly all around, and in many places it had been ripped apart unable to cope with the explosive expansion of his body.

"Stiles?"

A human that smelt of wolf seemed to ask and he growled warningly, not yet feeling stable enough to have anyone approach him, not understanding with this new mind, what was prey and what wasn't.

There was something telling him that humans with strange smells, two of them smelt of fox, and two smelt a little like him, weren't prey but why weren't they? He was hungry. 

Yet he just had this strong feeling that they were not what he was after.

"Ha! He won't listen to you any more! His ours now!"

Stiles head swivelled around at the new sound, he had been so focused on the strange smelling humans in front of him, he hadn't taken notice of the others.

Now they didn't smell strange but they did have a nasty smell surrounding them that was horrible on his nose. 

Prey, his mind supplied him.

Salivar started to form in his mouth at the thought. He was feeling ravenous. 

He wasn't aware what this human was saying due to how much he was focusing on how hungry he was. It was an unfamiliar hunger, demanding fresh, bone and blood.

So he didn't notice the human putting a whistle to his lips and blowing. The sound slammed into Stiles ears making him cringe back, at the same time it wasn't a voice but a urge ran through Stiles.

To attack the strange smelling humans next to you!

At the same time he saw the other wolves start to move closer to them but he growled at them to back off, they weren't prey.

Why should he listen to this urge that that horrid sound had given him?

He could now see how the pack worked more easily. They were an actual pack formed by wolf instincts. The larger wolves were higher in rank and took the lead while the rest followed.

The largest most intimidating wolf that was in front came forward, clearly the pack leader, challenging him but wolf still seemed unsure, was Stiles like them or a strange smelling human?

Stiles let out a roar, crouching lower, teeth bared in challenge, clearing up the matter.

"They're fighting?" One of the strange smelling female humans who smelt of fox said confused. 

"No! You should be listening to me!" The human with the whistle yelled. 

He blow the whistle again and the same urge came back but apart from pained yelps all the wolves were focused on what was happening right in front of them.

The challenge to their pack leader. 

The pack leader, who was just as large as Stiles, they both were at almost triple the size of an average human.

She lunged forward, jaws going for his throat, hoping to end this quickly but Stiles grabbed her by the waist and throw her over his shoulder with enough strength that caused the ground to shake and everyone to wince at the sound and before she could react he plunged his hand into her heart and pulled. 

She died on the spot and Stiles without hesitation brought the heart to his mouth, he chewed on it, ingesting the juicy muscle, the rich taste of iron on his tongue made him taste some more, pulling a chunk of flesh from her bicep and chewing on that as well.

After he had his fill he turned back to the other wolves, ignoring the look of shock on the strange smelling humans faces. 

The humans he had deemed as prey seemed to have left.  He could smell their fear from here, he grinned savagely, eager for the hunt.

He issued a challenging roar to the rest of the pack, did anyone else want to challenge him?

Two other larger higher ranking wolves did and Stiles this time ripped their throats out, feeding a little on each one. 

After another roar this time no one stepped forward and Stiles grinned, knowing what this meant, satisfaction and triumph settled deep inside him and he let out a howl of victory.

The other wolves joined in on the howl, celebrating the new pack leader.

So yes Stiles has changed a lot, 😈 I did surprisingly enjoy writing this ha, the chapter title before hand that's called the Dark Change is from the prophecy that he was told near the beginning by Kyles Dads friend where she warns Stiles he'll go through a dark change and this is it :)

I've been looking forward to writing Stiles like this for a while!

I've written Stiles becoming a lot darker before but never this feral or animalistic, so it's interesting for me to write! Also some good news that I have written a lot further into my story than I meant too so the chapters up to a certain point will be coming out quicker.

Also quick note, the mutated werewolves are  a lot more animalistic and wild with more instincts to do with actual wolves instead of supernatural werewolves which means they'll form pack dynamics without caring about the eye colour so that's how Stiles is able to be pack leader despite being a beta.  The mutated werewolves wouldn't care about any of that. 

Also Stiles right now doesn't really see Scott and Derek as werewolves in his mind, as to him the the true werewolves  are the other mutated werewolves. Scott and Derek, Kyle, Kira just look like strange smelling humans in his more feral perspective and he calls them as much.

Let me know what you think if you want too and I hope you enjoy!