Something's Gotta Give (Fox At Heart Sequel)

Intoxicating Feeling

"Why are all all so beat up?" Kira asked them, concerned over her parents appearance.

Kim said frowning "They attacked us or at least they seemed intent on killing me and your father. They ignored your mother who protected us, we still would have been killed if they hadn't decided to go towards the warehouse, I assume all this blood was calling to them"

"Ah that would be me, I told them to go after all humans in this area, sorry?" Stiles said shrugging but Kira felt herself flinch a little at the coldness and how much he clearly didn't care about his mistake that could have killed her parents. The Stiles she knew would have been horrified he had almost killed her parents.

Scott wanted to demand what is wrong with you? But it was very clear to everyone what was wrong with him.

Stiles stopped walking suddenly, frowning as he looked on.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to go to the prison they had been locked in before hand and he immediately knew what was going on.

"Stay here, I'll be back" He told them, then letting out a roar that made them startle, he let his own pack know not to touch the humans and the strange smelling humans, if they obeyed there would be more where this warehouse came from.

Excited growls ran through the pack at that.

He found it was much easier and felt more natural to run on all fours.

Before he knew it he was in the prison below the werehouse but due to his over sensitive hearing he could hear them talking still once he had left.

"Stiles...this isn't him" He heard Kira say, her voice shaking.

"It is still him, his just overwhelmed by his were wolf instincts, I suggest you all still be incredibly wary around him. He won't think the same as before" Kim said sounding factual with cold logic.

Derek growled sarcastically "We gathered that much, thanks"

"But he's still in control of himself" Scott said but Stiles could hear Scott didn't believe it himself.

"His barely in control, one wrong move and he could decide that we're all useless and feed us to his new pack" Kim warned.

Stiles honestly knew that he probably should feel hurt by this but why should he when it was true? He was in fact glad they were aware of how much he'd changed. He probably would have killed them already if they'd tried too treat him like nothing had changed.

The thought was still horribly tempting though.

He arrived to screams and crying.

"Get away! Get away!"

Two men had locked themselves inside the prison that was soaked with wolves bane and there was a women in the corner of the room, huddled up and terrified that the werewolves seemed to be ignoring.

Stiles eyes narrowed as he caught this ancient smelling supernatural scent from her.

He pulled her up by the hair as she cried out "No, no!" Sure that he was going to kill her, instead he growled "You're the Druid, correct?"

She stared at him, shocked that he could speak before nodding.

He dropped her to the floor then moved towards the prison where the two men were.

"P-please, help us" One of them cried out, seeing that he had seemingly spared the Druid and that he could talk, hoping he could be reasoned with.

Stiles ignored him and grabbed two hands on the burning bars, ignoring the feeling that he had stuck his hands into a bucket full of acid.

The pain was nothing compared to what his transformation had been like.

He tore apart the metal door and bars with ease, it felt like ripping paper in his hands.

"P-please" One of them stuttered.

There was pure desperation in their eyes. Stiles didn't care, he was hungry and that's all that mattered.

The hunter was about to beg again but he didn't get the chance. One moment he was reaching out with his hands, to beg but then the next moment his hands and arms...were gone.

It had happened so fast that the hunter didn't feel any pain at first then he screamed bloody murder as the pain registered and he saw his arms in the monsters mouth, being chewed on then dropped to the floor.

Stiles knew he must look like every scary monster as he dropped the arms to the floor, he hadn't had human flesh before and it honestly tasted so good.

He growled lowly at the other werewolves to stay back.

They're mine.

The werewolves were all to happy to comply, this felt natural for them after all, the pack leader eating and having his fill before them.

Stiles was content to play with them a little before hand so he let the other hunter who hadn't had his arms ripped of, go behind him and scramble for his gun that was on the other side of the prison. The hunter could now get too due to Stiles destruction of the door and bars.

Stiles growled hungrily, saliva dripping down his chin in anticipation before he broke the hunter who had no arms, legs, making sure he couldn't struggle.

Not that he could struggle much to begin with.

The hunter was screaming, in too much pain too have cohorts thoughts or speech.

The screams were music to Stiles ears and made him feel even more hungry and so there was no hesitation as he loomed over the hunter and then shoved him up against the wall to get a better grip before sinking his teeth into the hunters stomach.

He tugged at the meat, it was torn from the bone with ease and he feasted.

Intestines followed, around this time the screaming stopped. Not that Stiles noticed, he was too invested in his meal.

Due to his size, it didn't take very long to eat everything up, bones and all.

Stiles let out a satisfied growl at the end, licking the blood from his teeth. It didn't take long for him to wonder why the other hunter hadn't shot him.

Only for him to realise that he had been shot at multiple times, the bullets were next to him and the gun was smoking but he hadn't even noticed and the bullets hadn't even got through his skin. He had known that the bullets wouldn't do a lot of damage that's why he had let the hunter get his gun but he hadn't realised that his skin and even muscles that were not covered by his skin that had broke in multiple places due to his transformation was essentially bullet proof.

The realisation made him chuckle darkly as he brought his own arm up to look at, not even a scratch.

His own arm was a reddish colour, the same for the rest of body, his skin was that colour due to being sore from the transformation.

He could see parts of his own muscles, due to the skin being torn in multiple places, not covering his arm completely and it was stretched tightly in places it was covering.

His arms were as thick as tree trucks but were still proportionate to the rest of his body with made him realise how much larger he truly was. Throbbing veins were either seen through the taught skin or entirely visible where the skin had been completely torn.

Understanding that he was actually bullet proof and letting admire the new terrifying physique of his body, it was a heady intoxicating feeling.

Though he knew that he probably would have been horrified before his transformation, he looked like some sort of monster out of a horror movie.

He used his pack link to tell the werewolves that that could have their fill, stepping aside for them.

"W-wait!" The hunter with the gun cried but it was too late. The werewolves made excited noises as they leapt on him.

Stiles closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath in as the blood of the hunter filled the air. It smelled amazing.