Stiles POV:
When I had finished Gerard off, I quickly ran over to Derek again.
"Derek, baby, please wake up" I begged him, then he slightly slipped out a painful moan and opened his eyes. "Stiles...?" He stared at me, my glowing eyes hadn't worn off yet.
"Gerard turned me Der..." I whispered, "oh" was the last thing he said before he roughly locked his arms around me and I felt the brush of his lips, light at first, and my own opened automatically beneath the pressure. Then I felt myself go fluid and pliant, stretching upward to twine my arms around his neck. Derek's arm slid around me, his hands knotting in my hair, and the kiss stopped being gentle and became fierce.
After a while, I pulled gently free and we stared amazed in each other's eyes.
"I have never loved anyone as much as I love you Stiles" Derek said, "I love you too Sourwolf" I chuckled.
When we got out of Gerard's hiding place, Derek turned to me, "uhm, how did I get here in the first place?", "to be honest, I have no idea. I just saw you strapped on a table when I woke up" I explained, "and Stiles, how... " he cleared his throat, "how did you become a werewolf..." He scratched his head, "well, it wasn't pleasant. They injected a lot of serums in me, Gerard said it was a liquid mixed up by all of his supernatural creatures fangs" I told him.
Then he got a serious face on.
"Stiles... Do you have any idea of how powerful and dangerous that makes you?" Derek looked nervous.
"You're not only a werewolf, you must have the power of a Kanima and a wendigo!"
"Oh" I replied, I hadn't thought of it in that way before.
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked him, "I don't know, if you can control yourself, maybe not that much, but if you can't..." He stuttered at his last sentence. "Can you?" Derek looked at me.
"I don't know"
