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Chapter 4

JULIE'S POV.

Theo and I walk out of the woods with his arm wrapped around my shoulders helping me keep my balance. The scratches are still on my body which, I think, is strange since Theo told me werewolves heal, but why am I not? And why am I a werewolf?

We make it closer and closer to my home when I think to myself, what am I going to say to Stiles? My heart begins to pick up its pace as anxiety runs through my body.

"Are you ok?" Theo asks stopping at the bottom of the front porch steps.

I give him a nod. "What do I tell Stiles? It's probably three in the morning and he will definitely be confused."

Will Stiles even believe me? I don't think it's everyday that one of your best friends turns you into a werewolf and I'm pretty sure he'll think I'm crazy. Who wouldn't though? I thought Theo was and I kind of still do. Also I'm scared of him. I never thought I would say that. I also thought werewolves didn't exist.

Theo looks at me as a sigh escapes his lips. "Stiles already knows about the supernatural being real. He shouldn't be phased." My eyes widen. Stiles knows that werewolves exist?

Theo wraps his arms around my torso very carefully, making sure he doesn't touch my scratches, as we walk up the steps. I breathe in his strong scent which smells like mint. Quite feminine for a muscular guy, such as himself, but it suits him.

We let go of each other and I almost fall every time I lift my leg. Theo tries to help me but I tell him that I'm ok and once I make it towards the door, he's gone. I turn the knob to find that it's locked. Well why wouldn't it be? I slowly bend down and take the spare key from under the mat and open the door.

I see Stilinski passed out on the couch with the T.V. shining in the dark room when I walk inside. I don't want to wake him so I quietly head upstairs. In front of my shared bedroom I see Stiles sound asleep by the door. Oh yeah...I locked it. Slowly but surely I unlock the door with an old coat hanger from Stilinski's closet. As I push the door open it lets out a shriek waking Stiles. His eyes shoot open and they wander the room until they land in me. I was hoping to get cleaned up first but I guess that's not happening.

"Julie," I put my hand up, silencing him.

"I sould have listened to you." I say and walk inside.

Instead of going through all of my clothes in search for pjs I grab one of Stiles' shirts. I can't deal with anything constricting right now and his shirts have always been my go to for when I want to be comfy. I pull his shirt over my head and begin taking off my clothes underneath until I'm only left in his black shirt. I'm sliding on a pair of big sweatpants when Stiles walks into the room looking at my choice of clothing

"Sorry, I've had a long evening," I say getting a confused look from him.

I bend down to pick up my clothes when my shirt rises just enough to show my marks. Stiles gasps and walks over to me. "Julie, what happened? We need to get you to the hospital." He says trying to pull me towards the door.

"Stiles, it's ok. I'll explain it the morning. Let's just say it involves the supernatural," I reply as Stiles lets go of my wrist.

"What?" He shouts wanting answers.

"Trust me, Stiles. Everything is alright." I finish picking up the rest of my clothes that he now noticed are covered in blood yet he obeys me by not asking any questions as I set them on top of my suitcase in the corner of the room.

"Can I at least wrap it?" He asks watching me like I'm a fragile fawn. I nod in reply knowing it would help him relax.

He grabs gauze from a drawer and begins wrapping it around my torso. How am I going to explain this to him in the morning? I don't know if he'll be mad or scared, I just don't know. Once he finished I went over to the bed and laid down.

I am extremely exhausted and close my eyes feeling the mattress sink in next to me. I felt fingers intertwine themselves with mine. I know it's Stiles...who else would it be? I snuggle next to him. He is one of the most important people in my life and I know he's scared out of his mind about what happened to me, but he trusts me and agreed to wait till the morning to hear the entire story. I love that he believes me. That no matter what happens between us we will always forgive each other. That we will always be by each others side. That we will always be together.

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My eyes open and I see Stiles looking at me and I see that our hands are still together. He looks at me with concern. He wants to know what happened. I guess now is better than later. I sit up and slowly lay my back against the wall next to his bed. He sits up as well.

"So, what happened last night kind of changed my life forever," I say causing his brow to rise. I take a deep breath. "I went into the woods last night after our argument so that I could relax when I was attacked by an animal, or so I thought it was." His eyes widen realizing what happened. "It turned out to be a werewolf and this werewolf turned me into one."

His hands shake as he runs them through his hair. "Do you know who this "werewolf" is?" He asks through his teeth.

I nod, but I don't wish to share. He already doesn't like Theo and I know he won't like him any less after I tell him. I wouldn't share...but I have too. "It's Theo."

His hands form into fists and his breathing becomes heavy. "Theo did this to you?" His voice is deep and raspy.

"Yes but it was an accident!" I say quickly hoping to change his opinion.

"Julie, this can't be an accident! You can't just change someone by accident!"

"I know but you have to believe me. It was. Trust me, I know it was."

He takes a deep breath before he gets out of the bed. His hands run along his face. He's not happy and neither am I but I know Theo was telling the truth. He wouldn't lie to me. Stiles stops moving and looks at me.

"Can you come here? I want to see your scratches."

I scoot off the bed and stand in front of him. I lift the shirt allowing him to unwrap the gauze and with no surprise I'm completely healed. No marks what so ever. My fingers gently run across the now unmarked area of skin before pulling the shirt down. He sits in his desk chair and sets his head in his hands.

"What do we do?" I ask as I squeeze his shoulder.

"We call Scott. He'll know what to do." Stiles see's that I'm confused and adds, "He's a werewolf by the way."

"What?" I say shocked. Seriously, what the hell happened while I was gone?