After a deadly battle with darkness. Stiles suffers mortal wounds. Despite Stiles wanting to die as a human, unable to live life without his best friend Scott bites him.
At first it doesn't look like its had that much affect other than to save his...
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"Guys! Come on, you know I didn't mean it" Stiles pleaded as he was pushed into the basement, Lydia's basement, the pack behind him.
"Stiles, you're not in control right now and you know it" Scott said, his tone more firm.
"Well not all of us are perfect!" Stiles suddenly snapped, feeling a sudden rage grip him, then it was gone again, so suddenly Stiles almost fell over at the sharpness of the anger inside him and how suddenly it vanished.
"Yeah, you have total control" Lydia said, pure sarcasm lacing her words.
"Why are you even here? I thought this was a monsters only thing" Stiles sneered at her.
"You're not a monster, nor is Scott or Liam. And you do know you're not exactly proving to us you don't need to be locked down here, right?" She responded dryly.
"You do know you're pissing me of, right?" Stiles retorted, mockingly.
"Stiles!" Scott snapped, stepping closer, knowing if the moon wasn't coming out Stiles would never have said those things to Lydia.
He then held up something Stiles had failed to notice...chains.
Despite knowing he was getting out of control and what really was happening to him, even in denial Stiles didn't stop the angry growl that rumbled through his chest when he saw them.
"Huh, the tables have turned. You going to give me a doggie bowel as well?" Stiles said, sounding bitter but also taunting.
It was coming back to him now, not vanishing like last time, making his body tremble with it, anger...
Scott flushed at the jibe but other than that ignored it.
"We're doing this for your own good" He said, kneeling to put the chains on.
Stiles let him suprisingly but Scott could see the way Stiles eyes were now flickering back and forth to his normal color to silver and he could see restraint in them. He had a feeling Stiles was keeping himself from lunging at him.
As soon as Scott finished putting the chains in place, Stiles did lunge at him, teeth bared. Scott quickly stepped back, heart beating fast.
A dark chuckle escaped Stiles then he smirked broadly "Good doggy"
A growl rumbled through Liam's throat as he watched, closer to the door than any of them.
Stiles glanced at him but his focus soon came back to Scott who was now glaring at him.
"Were you like this on the first full moon?" Lydia asked slowly.
Scott shook his head "On the full moon I was basically driven by animal instinct. His definitely not in control but his not as animal like and seems aware of what his doing, unfortunately"
Stiles rolled his eyes, why were they talking about him like he wasn't here?
"Its his fox side. It makes sure he doesn't loose control completely like werewolves can do. Though also makes him give in to any darker impulses or thoughts. The werewolf gives him rage, blood lust and other animalistic qualities"
Everyone startled, even Stiles as Deaton stepped into the room, watching Stiles warily.
"I got your text" He told Scott.
"Deaton" Stiles sneered.
"Hello Stiles" Deaton replied grimly.
Stiles growled, his teeth sharper than they had been before. His eyes a bright silver and shiver of rage running through his body, making his veins burn with it.
He imagined himself ripping Deaton's throat out, the blood spilling over the floor.
"Can't you calm him down using your alpha command, his still a part of your pack right?" Kira asked Scott, not getting very close to Stiles, unlike Lydia or Scott who were practically standing next to Stiles fuming body.
Before Scott could reply, Deaton shook his head "That won't work. His still a fox despite being kin with werewolves. Fox's don't have ranks in packs, like beta, omega or alpha. As such he won't feel any need to listen to you. It's likely to make him more angry"
"You going to stop talking about me like I'm not here or...?" Stiles asked dryly, still kneeling on the flaw, making no move to get up.
"When you've stopped being an ass, maybe" Lydia muttered, crossing her arms to glare at him.
"Funny, there's your voice again. It's like a irritating bug in my ear, shouldn't it have learnt when to shut up by now?" He snapped.
Lydia blinked, eyes wide then her eyes narrowed "Did you just compere me to a bug?!"
"I wasn't aware I was speaking a different launguge but you probably could speak all of them anyway, so I assume you can understand me perfectly" Stiles retorted.
"I'm not the one in chains and is going to be seriously hurt when the full moon is gone" She said, menacingly.
"Try that again without the lipstick and high hills then maybe I'll start to feel something. Actually I think I'm shaking...oh wait..." Stiles sneered, his eyes a brighter silver.
Lydia opened her mouth to retort.
"Lydia, Stiles! Stop it, now!" Scott snapped, glaring at the two of them, his eyes flashing alpha red in warning.
"Stiles, I think you need to lay of everybody. I know its difficult to understand right now but you'll be regretting everything you're saying in the morning" Kira said slowly, though her voice was soft and it was clear to see, that she wasn't comfortable speaking to this new side of Stiles.
Who just smirked at her.
"Oh, she does speak. I thought you'd gone mute"
His smirk dropped
"Anyway, what would you know about the full moon? Nothing. Only what Scott's told you which probably isn't a lot. I assume you know he kissed Lydia the day before the full moon? But did you know how much he pined for Allison? He kissed Lydia because she broke up with him, oh boo, hoo. He even stalked her when he was a werewolf, thought she was the one. You know, I'll tell you a secret. I know if she was here now he'd never have chosen you and would have gone back to her so easily. He'll never love you the way he loved Allison. He never lost trust in her, like how he lost trust in you. I'll always be Allison, even when she's a dried up corpse-"
"Stiles!" Scott roared, before anyone could say anything or do anything, Scott had grabbed Stiles and pushed him up against the wall, snarling.
"Oh! Did I touch a nerve?" Stiles asked, with mocking surprise then he chuckled, not in anyway taken aback by Scott's force.
Scott let him go, breathing hard and heavily.
"Scott, stop letting him bait you!" Deaton snapped.
"Easier said than done!" Scott growled back, though now staring at Stiles is disbelief, hurt and shock, they all were. They all hadn't realised Stiles would be like... this.
Stiles only smirked, relaxing against the wall. Soaking in the new energy this night was giving him. It was a rush. He felt like he was on a high. Strength and power pumping through his blood stream.
