teen wolf fanfic (dr based)

*PROLOGUE*

This is about how Scott becomes a werewolf and how Scott and Stiles stop being Malia's friend.

EDITED.

Scott crouched in the dark, shivering a little as he pushed through the underbrush. He was just trying to find his lost soccer ball, but he'd definitely gone way too deep into the woods. It was one of those nights when the shadows felt alive, and every rustle made his heart race.

Then, out of nowhere, he saw it—a flash of fur and those eerie yellow eyes. Before he could think, the creature lunged at him, and pain shot through his arm as it bit him. He barely managed to get away, his mind spinning with confusion and fear.

Back home, things started to feel different, everything seemed brighter and louder. He could hear the distant thump of a heartbeat and the wind whispering secrets in his ears. But along with these crazy new senses came an intense urge he couldn't seem to shake off, like something wild was waking up inside of him.

When the full moon finally arrived, Scott felt an energy pulling at him. It was like a switch flipped. Suddenly he was on the ground, his body shaking. It felt like his bones were stretching and reshaping. Scott clutched the grass, trying to hold onto reality, but the change was relentless. A wild howl escaped his lips.

In that moment, fear and exhilaration mingled. He was becoming something else. The beast within him surged to the surface, demanding to be free. Scott fought it, but it was no use. The power coursing through him was intoxicating, and before he knew it, he was fully transformed.

He stood up, feeling taller, stronger. The world looked different, colours were more vibrant, scents sharper. He felt alive in a way he never has before. But with that rush came an overwhelming urge to run. So, he did.

He dashed through the woods, leaping over fallen tree branches and sprinting with a speed he never thought was possible. It was exhilarating, but part of him was afraid of what he might do. The thrill of freedom was addicting, yet the fear of losing control loomed over his mind.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the rush faded, and Scott found himself in the middle of the woods, panting and disoriented. The moonlight felt colder now, and reality began to set in. He was a werewolf. He had to learn how to control it fast.

Scott walked home under the full moon, adrenaline still buzzing in his veins. The night was still electric, every sound sharper, every shadow more alive.

He could smell the pine and damp earth, he almost wished he could bolt back into the woods again. The thrill of the transformation lingered, making him grin like an idiot.

As he reached the neighbourhood, he glanced back at the trees. It was like they were calling him. Tonight, he was just Scott, but that wild part was still there, ready to break free when the moon was right.

*NEXT DAY*

After school, Scott sat down on the hood of the jeep next to Stiles, a deep breath escaping him as he looked out at the setting sun. The weight of the secret he'd been carrying now felt heavier than ever, and he knew it was time to finally tell his best friend.

"Stiles," Scott started, his voice quieter the usual, "I need to tell you something. Something... important."

Stiles, who had been fiddling with the keys to the jeep, looked up at him, eyebrows raised. "Okay, now you're starting to freak me out. You know I hate it when you're all serious like this."

Scott turned to face him fully, meeting his eyes. He could see the confusion on Stiles' face. Scott lifted his shirt, revealing the bite mark that was left on his arm. Stiles' eyes widened.

"Stiles," he said again, a little more forcefully this time, "I'm not like other people. I'm not normal."

Stiles' expression shifted from confusion to suspicion, and he leaned forward slightly. "What does that mean? You know you're starting to sound like we're in a bad teen drama or something."

Scott took another deep breath, the words coming out in a rush now. "I'm a werewolf."

Stiles blinked. Then blinked again, as though he thought he'd misheard. "Wait, what? A what?"

"A werewolf," Scott repeated, his voice quieter now. "I didn't ask for this, but it's real. I can hear things; I can do things I shouldn't be able to do. I've got claws and teeth, Stiles. I transform under a full moon."

Stiles stared at him for a long moment, his mouth slightly open. Then, to Scott's surprise, he started to laugh. It wasn't a mocking laugh, more like a nervous chuckle that quickly turned into a full on laughing fit.

Scott frowned, feeling a twinge of anxiety in his chest "Why are you laughing? Do you not believe me?"

Stiles wiped his eyes and caught his breath. "Sorry, it's just that's such a Stiles thing to say. You had me going for a second! A werewolf? Seriously? Dude, you're not even tall enough for that. And I-wait, wait, you're serious, aren't you?"

Scott nodded, his eyes fixed on his best friend's face, searching for any sign of disbelief or judgement. But what he saw instead was just... Stiles. His best friend. The guy who had been with him through everything, no matter how crazy it was.

Stiles took a moment to process, then let out a slow breath. "Okay. Okay, this is... a lot. But, you know, it's you. So, I guess it makes sense? You're always kind of, well, different. And I mean this? This is definitely different. A werewolf, huh?"

Scott gave a weak smile, relieved at least for now that Stiles wasn't freaking out, but still unsure how to navigate the next part. "I didn't want you to think I was hiding something. I didn't want you to freak out or-"

"Scott, listen," Stiles interrupted, his voice suddenly serious, "we've dealt with a lot of weird stuff, more than anyone could ever imagine. I mean? a werewolf? That's practically normal at this point."

Scott stared at him, wide-eyed. "Wait. You're not mad at me?"

Stiles shook his head with a half-smile. "Mad? Dude, I'm impressed. Just, for the love of God, don't go biting anyone, and don't go telling people, alright? You've seen enough teen horror movies to know how that goes"

Scott chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "I'll try to keep my temper in check. But wait, not even tell Malia?" "Not even Malia."

"Now," Stiles said, glancing at the sky, "about that full moon... should we go hunt down some bad guys, or are we just going to chill and see if you turn into a giant fuzzy wolf?"

Scott laughed. "Definitely not a giant fuzzy wolf. But maybe we can figure out how to get through this together."

And with that, they both leaned back against the jeep, the world still as crazy as ever, but at least now, Scott didn't have to face it alone.