Sour Wolf (Sterek & Thiam)

Sour Wolf (Chapter 1)

Sour Wolf

   

Chapter 1

[Liam]

Liam glared at the two. They were mocking him, weren't they? They loved to see him like this; chained to a tree in the middle of the woods. He'd learned to control his shift over the summer so why did they still not trust him? It pissed him off.

"What the hell is this for?" He snarled. "You know I can control it!"

"Sorry dude, you need to be able to control everything," Scott stood there staring at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he protested defensively.

"Gee, I dunno Wolfy, how about your yellow freaking eyes!" Stiles snapped at him. Stiles didn't seem to like him very much and he didn't know why.

"Liam, you need to trust us. I just don't think you're ready, man." Scott was cool. He may have been the one to bite him and make him like this, but he was helping him and he knew he should have been grateful for that. He must have been staring at Scott because Stiles was looking angrier than ever.

"Try making your insatiable hunger less noticeable, alright?" He scowled. Liam never understood him. He was always a cool guy when they were alone, but as soon as Scott was involved he seemed grouchy and mean. Almost as if he were competing for someone's attention.

My attention.

He snapped his head up and glared at Stiles.

Could that even be possible?

The blood in his body seemed to rush to his cheeks all at once. What was he thinking? Stiles was dating Malia and he didn't seem to swing that way. But neither did himself.

I don't like dudes.

It was wrong to think that way. Mason was gay and he didn't have a problem with that. So why did he feel so weird when he thought of himself as that way?

"Are you sick?" He was snapped out of his thoughts with Stiles staring into his eyes.

"You look really flushed, dude. Are you sick?" Liam shook his head.

"I'm fine. I think it's just the full moon."

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[Stiles]

Stiles watched helplessly as his best friends took on the massive werewolf. His claws were long and blue, like talons. Every time he swiped at Scott, Liam and Kira he felt his nerves going crazy. The werewolf sliced Scott's stomach just as Kira came down from above him with her sword. He swung out, punching her and sending her flying. Suddenly there was another wolf and Stiles nearly screamed, until he noticed it wasn't on the other werewolf's side. He sliced at the creature, kicking his jaw with so much force it should have broken it.

Although his entrance was impressive, he barely helped and soon Scott was down, the talons sinking into his flesh. Stiles shouted but he was ignored completely. He was looking weaker and weaker the longer his talons remained in Scott's flesh.

His body became limp, still. And suddenly fear rose in Stiles and he almost ran to his best friend but then Scott moved.

His hand gripped the werewolf's claws and immediately twisted them back, snapping them off in his stomach. The wolf hit the floor and looked up at Scott in agony as his claws fell.

"You can stay and I'll break something else, or you can run." Scott's eyes were glowing red staring down at him.

He scrambled up and within seconds he was gone. Nobody even hesitated as they all turned to look at the wolf who had jumped into help.