(Blue Moon 💙🐺) Teen wolf x Twilight

Chapter Eight: 💙

Stiles looked back at the Swan house wistfully before following Sam down the road. "You're going to be very disappointed when you realize how unuseful this meeting was. Or at least regret not waiting until daylight hours."

"You've interacted with actual werewolves. Your information will be imperative." Sam told him.

He sounded so sure about that; Stiles felt guilty about disappointing him with how little useful he'd be able to be. How could he be useful to Sam when he wasn't useful back home to said werewolves? They walked a few blocks and stepped more towards the wooded area so they wouldn't be spotted by any insomniac or nosy neighbors. The moon wasn't full, but between what bit of moonlight there was and a nearby street lamp, Stiles could at least see Sam still with just his human eyesight.

"Not sure if I need to make it clear, but I don't want to get involved in the supernatural. The supernatural, and I don't have the best track record. I just want to live a normal life and make it to graduation." Stiles explained.

"I understand that. Billy's made it clear, too. And I am sorry, for what it's worth, to be dragging you in this much. But it also seems that you keep finding yourself in supernatural situations." Sam said.

Stiles shrugged, "When you're aware of something, it's pretty hard to ignore."

"For someone with a conscience. Some people can and do ignore danger and trouble."

"That's not my style...or it wasn't. I'm trying to change my habits and have a bit, if not a lot more, self-preservation." Stiles deadpanned.

"Let's not waste any more moonlight. So...what do you know?" Sam asked.

"I'll tell you my experience, but there's a lot of history and lore I don't know because I wasn't deemed relevant to be included in moments when they were discussed." Stiles tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but he was not sure if he managed it. Sam didn't look like he noticed, or maybe he just didn't care. That helped a bit, and Stiles began to explain what he knew.

"Alright, so werewolves. They're creatures of the night. Some are born, and that's your typical biology there. When a mommy wolf and a daddy wolf love each other very much and all that jazz. Either both or at least one person being a werewolf will give it a chance that if they have a kid, the kid might be a supernatural creature, too.

"The species of were-creature depends on the person," Stiles added.

Sam tilted his head, "What do you mean?"

"Well, there's not just werewolves. My ex...and kinda only girlfriend ever was a were-coyote. Still, in the wolf family, I know, but...it's a thing. One of my old bullies was bitten, but the bite didn't make him turn into a lizard thing called a Kanima. That was...not fun. He became this weird hybrid thing; I am not too sure. He left, and we didn't keep in touch. An ex-hunter who was bitten became a were-jaguar." Stiles summed up and paused when he saw Sam's look. "Too much?"

"I uh...slightly. I expected information, but I...that's not..." Sam tried to find the words.

"As black and white as you thought things might be?" Stiles suggested. When Sam nodded, Stiles sympathetically patted him on the shoulder. "Wanna call it a night?"

"No. This is important. Go on."

"Okay." Stiles nodded before scratching the back of his head to see what was the next thing to explain. "From what I understand, only an Alpha's bite has the power to turn someone. It doesn't always work. The bite can kill someone. Transformation under the full moon happens. The first full moon can be hell. You lose control of the beast. You can be looking at your best friend, and they might not recognize you and be more than willing to kill you...." Stiles had a far-off look as he got lost in some memories. When he snapped back, cleared his throat, and continued.