Hale: A Teen Wolf fanfiction

Chapter 10

"W...what's going on?" He asked, completely unaware of the situation.

"Why do I feel like I have power?"

"Because, I... I bit you Stiles, because you asked me to." I stated quietly.

He stared down at the ground, sadness emitted from him and I think it was so strong that Derek could probably smell it, wherever the hell he was.

"Stiles listen to me, you were going to die, and you asked me to do this. I didn't do it on my own."

He then spoke the exact opposite of what I thought he might say,

"Thank you"

"Really? I almost killed you and then I turned you. That's not exactly something that will win me werewolf of the year."

"I know but, you did this without questioning it, and you did protect me." He said.

He was right. I did protect him, but I wouldn't have needed to if I didn't bring him into this mess in the first place, but who knows, maybe he actually wanted to be a werewolf. He just couldn't tell Scott or Derek that.

"I need to take you home." I said.

He didn't question it, he just followed me out the door and down to the jeep. When I got into the drivers seat, I sat in silence for a moment. What would his dad think? He would probably hate me. And so would Scott. Shit this was a big mess.

"What about Scott, and your dad?" I asked.

He hesitated, he probably haven't thought about that yet.

"I can just try to keep it secret from my dad, but I don't know about Scott. He can smell my scent. How can I hide that?"

I then realized that I couldn't just let him go home and try to be a normal teenager again. He could totally kill someone. I needed to train him, and I needed to do it fast. Before anyone finds out.

"Get out of the car." I said firmly.

"What? Why?"

"Because I need to teach you how to be a werewolf and still try to remain a normal teenager. Text your dad and tell him you're staying at Scott's tonight."

He got out his phone and after he finished texting, he followed me back inside.

"You start training tomorrow morning so go to sleep right now. You'll need it." I stated harshly.

I showed him and empty room and gave him a pair of pants and a t-shirt that wasn't stained in blood. He took a shower and then finally went to sleep. I went back to my bed and drifter off as well.

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When I awoke, Derek still wasn't home. I tried calling him again, but I got voice mail again.

I then noticed that Derek's phone was on the counter, but it was out of battery. I plugged it in and waited a few minutes until it turned on.

I looked at all the missed calls, most were from me, but one was from someone else.

Peter.