Teen Wolf: Bitten

Chapter 3: Full Moon

Stile's POV
I woke up the next morning feeling better, Scott was asleep in the arm chair next to me.
I sat up and stretched, which earned a sharp pain in my chest, I still wasn't fully healed.
I noticed that I now had a distinctive wolf smell. By that I mean I smelt like wet dog.
Scott slowly woke up and when he laid his eyes on me he smiled.
"You look better today, less shitty."

"Um thanks."

The thought of the full moon was lingering at the back of my mind.
I'm not ready for a full moon, I have only been a werewolf for what? Like a day?

Dr. Deaton walked on holding some papers.
"Okay Stiles, how are you feeling today? "
"Uh... good actually, just a bit achy."
"Well then Stiles, I think you are ready to go home." Said Dr. Deaton.
"That's great but I um...I don't have any clothes and I kind of don't want to go home in a hospital gown that shows my ass off."
Scott was trying not to laugh.
"Don't worry, I went to your house last night and got you some clothes." Scott said smiling.
"Thank you so much." I said, honestly grateful
"Me and Scott will leave you to get changed." Alan said as he left the room with Scott.

I started to get changed and it was more painful than I expected. Every time I moved my arm, a sharp pain flared up in my chest. I walked outside where I found Scott stood next to my jeep.
"Can I have the keys please?" I asked Scott.
"No I'm driving, I know you're still healing."
"Scott, I'm a fine-"
"Just get in the car."
I reached for the car door, trying my hardest not to wince. I sat down in the passenger seat and did up my seat belt. Scott got in shortly after.
"Just drive safely and don't press too hard on the brakes, she's delicate." Scott just shock his head and laughed, obviously finding my love for my jeep amusing.
He started the jeep up, and then swiftly pulled out of the car park.

"So...where's your Dad? He wasn't at your house when I went to get your clothes."
"I think he's gone to one of my aunties weddings. He's coming back tomorrow...ah crap."
"What?" Scott asked.
"What am I going to tell my dad. He freaked out enough when he found out you were a werewolf, never mind his own son."
"I'm sure he will be fine with it, he loves you!"
I put my head in my hands. Scott patted me on the back.
"It's all going to be fine."

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We pulled into Lydia's drive way. I already felt hot and shaky, like I was still in control, but only just.
Me and Scott walked inside and as we did I noticed the large chains on the floor with Derek stood next to them. Derek Hale plus giant metal chains are kind of intimidating.
"Lydia's gone to stay at Danny's, she said it was important." Derek said.
"Can't you just knock me out and wait for me to wake up in the morning?" I said.
"Stiles, don't be stupid." Scott said.
"Well, I wouldn't mind hitting him across the head, shut him up for a little while."
"Thanks Derek." I smiled sarcastically.
The light from the full moon came through the window and slowly lit up the room. I stumbled backwards, my senses becoming completely over-whelming.
"We need to get him down to the basement! Scott, you carry the chains and I'll lead Stiles down." Shouted Derek.
I felt like my legs were going to give out, so Derek put my arm around his shoulder and we started to walk.
"Is it too late to go for the 'knocking me round the head' option?"
Derek ignored me as he lead me to the bottom of the stairs. I held my self up against the banister as Derek unlocked the big steel door.
My body now felt like it was on fire.
Derek pulled me into the basement where he had quickly set up. I looked at the chains and then up at Scott, he wasn't looking too great either.
"It's going to be okay Stiles! Just try to breath."
I groaned, feeling the shift begging to take over.

Scott's POV

Me and Derek chained Stiles up against the wall. He was wincing and shaking, fighting the shift as it over-came him. The room was dark and dusty. The walls were grey and the floor was stone. Not the most inviting basement.

"S-Scott I... I don't think I can do this." He winced.
"Just try to calm down! Repeat after me 'The Sun, The Moon, The Truth.'" Derek snapped.
"T-the Sun, t-t-the moon t-the- aghhhhhh! Scott m-my chest, it hurts. Fuck it hurts." Stiles cried.
"I know, I know. Just focus, okay?!" I said
His eyes were glowing furiously, the blue more vibrant than I had ever seen.
"I-I can't focus! I can't do this Scott!"
"You can do this, I promise. Just breathe-"
"I-I can't, I CAN'T!" He growled, causing s light jump from myself and even Derek.
"I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry Scott!" Stiles whimpered, clutching his fingers into his palms.
"Don't apologise, just focus on your breathing. Think of it like a panic attack, try to control your breathing."
Stiles didn't reply. I looked up at him to see that he had finally fully shifted.
"Stiles? STILES?" I tried to shake him but I knew he was gone. "STILES."
"We need to get out of here Scott, you don't want to anger him." Derek said, glancing up at Stiles.
I walked out, as Derek locked the door to the basement. On the door there was a bit of glass so I could still see Stiles. I watched him struggle against the chains, trying to break his way out.
"I'm going upstairs to get some fresh air, you stay by the door. Call me if you need me. If he gets out, hit him round the head with something." Derek said as he walked up the stairs.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU SHOULD OF LET ME DIE!" he screeched.

'Block it out, just block it out.'