(Blue Moon 💙🐺) Teen wolf x Twilight

Chapter Ten: 💙

Bella's truck came to a screeching halt in front of the Black's house. Once, she didn't have anything else to do; she was shaking despite gripping the steering wheel too tightly; there was a different shade of white.

Stiles reached over, but when his hand covered hers, she jumped, and he pulled his hand back.

"What the fuck is going on, Stiles?" She demanded.

"...the attack on my Jeep wasn't done randomly by some vandals. There wasn't a deer that made me swerve off of the road. That time, I got lost and hurt in the woods when helping Jacob. Also, it's not random. It all seems to be the same thing. That thing we ran into."

"...and said thing. What is it?"

"..."

"Stiles!"

"It's a feral werewolf, sweetheart."

Bella jumped again and scooted closer to Stiles as Peter made his presence known outside of the driver's side of the window.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Peter Hale. Psychotic werewolf," Stiles deadpanned as he semi-glared at Peter.

" Formally psychotic. In these hellish times, don't you prefer dancing with the devil, you know?"

Even though he rolled his eyes at Peter's response, part of him did feel slightly relieved to have Peter there. He's not sure how Sam and his pack are fairing against the feral omega. From the stories he got from Billy, instinctively, the shifters knew how to deal with vampires. But werewolves? Stiles didn't know how that dynamic worked.

Peter knew the sort of werewolf was after him.

The door opened as Billy was wheeled out by Jacob. Stiles opened the door, and he and Bella got out through there. Jacob met him and embraced him. Stiles was doing his best to keep strong for Bella's sake but was honestly feeling overwhelmed and welcomed the friendly hug.

Taking a step forward, Stiles nearly tripped over himself and was reminded of his broken legs. Jacob notices it and picks him up bridal style.

"Whoa, hey! Put me down, Jake!"

"I don't know if I believe what's going on, but what I do get is that you're in danger. While hurt. So let me help," Jacob said firmly.

Stiles looked up at him and knew there wasn't much he could say to win this. It was a short distance to be carried anyway, so he just gave a nod.

They walked toward the house, Bella by his and Jacob's side, with Peter a few steps behind them. They stopped in front of Billy, who was looking over at Peter. Stiles sighed and told Billy, "I'm vouching for him."

"Hmm," was all Billy said before heading inside.

Jacob placed him on the two-seater sofa. Bella joined him on it. Billy rolled his chair to sit across from him with Jacob standing by his side. Peter stood behind Stiles's place.

"Who is this guy again?" Jacob asked.

"I'm the real deal of what your lot just pretends to be," Peter snarked.

"They don't pretend to be anything. Circumstances are just different to what you were born into," Stiles informed him.

"We were all born into this bloodline. And if you were too...then you might understand," Billy said to Peter, latching on to that though different, Peter was born with his abilities much like plenty of his tribe.

Stiles was bombarded by all the information he knew about the Hales. There were plenty of tragedies that happened on the night of the fire. Children being involved was one of them. Children who were born into the Hales, who weren't werewolves but still family, meet the same end as their families.