Stiles' Eyes | Sterek

Stiles' Eyes.

Hey Guys. Yes, this is a short teen wolf (Sterek) story :) No, it does not follow the show's plot. Yes, I've made my own wolf thing up. Also, I may have stuck my own sexualities on some of the characters. Obviously that includes Stiles and Derek. Unless they're hiding something. ;)
Obviously, Derek is still here. Other than that I don't think there's any changes.
Laters ~ FRT

[Stiles]
I watched my reflection in fear. I didn't know how it happened. I didn't know why it happened. I didn't know when it happened. I need Deaton. He should be able to help. I grabbed my phone and dialled the number for the animal clinic. Pick up, dammit! After the 4th ring, he answered.

D: Beacon Hills animal clinic, how can I help?
S: Deaton?
D: Stiles? Is that you?
S: Yeah, it's me. Are you busy? I could use your help.
D: No I'm free, are you coming down to the clinic?
S: Yeah, I'll be there soon.

{10 minutes later}
I burst through the animal clinic door and went to go behind the desk but was stopped. Supernatural barrier, right.

"Deaton?" I called out,

"Stiles? I'm in the back, come through," he called back. I groaned.

"That's kind of an issue right now, Deaton," I told him. I heard him sigh.

"Come round the back, that's how Scott gets in," he instructed. I saluted, not realising he couldn't see me and walked around to the back and went through the doors. "Hello, Stiles," Deaton greeted.

"Hey. I'm going to straight up show you my problem. Don't ask how, why or when because I have no idea," I told him. Deaton nodded and I closed my eyes, opening them to show him my problem.

"Have you been bitten or deeply scratched lately?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I told him, he nodded and opened a book.

"Have you been spending a lot of time with Derek lately?" he asked. I shook my head and gave him a 'seriously?' look. "If you haven't been bitten or mated, I have no idea..." Deaton trailed off before turning to a cabinet and grabbing a book. I think he forgot I had heightened senses as he began mumbling to himself.
'On rare occasions, an alpha werewolf can be born but not discovered until later in life. This type of alpha is called a 'True Born Alpha'. The alpha werewolf abilities only come when said alpha's wolf has chosen a mate. The mate is unknown to the alpha but subtle hints are detectable within the alpha's senses. Also, the mate will never be mated with another living person when chosen and they return the feelings once they have been revealed. This type of alpha wolf can only have a fellow werewolf as a mate, no human or other supernatural creature can be chosen.'
"Deaton?" I called out, snapping him out of his daze.

"What's wrong?" he asked, confused.

"Wolf hearing," I told him. He cursed under his breath.

"Wait, you already have control over your senses?" he asked. I shrugged before watching him turn back to the book.
'This alpha type will have full control over their shifts and senses. No practice required unless the alpha does not discover their mate within a year of gaining their power. They will then become a beta/omega until they have mated with their mate. They will then regain their alpha status. However, they will have no control and will have to teach themselves or follow a teacher. In some cases, there have been reports of depression in True Born Alphas who do not find their mate which often leads to suicide.
He read aloud. I smirked slightly as I listened.

"So basically I'm an alpha werewolf and I get to stay that way as long as I find my mate?" I asked, Deaton nodded.

"You also have the strength of a true alpha, although if you fight alongside your mate, you will gain even more power and so will your mate," he explained. I nodded, taking in the new information.