The Bravest of the Pack (Sterek)

Part twelve

Stiles' eyes shot open, pain radiated down his arms and legs and across his whole body. He didn't even realise he was screaming until he felt a scratching pain inside his throat, making his voice hoarse.

He scrambled out of his bed and slammed down hard onto his bedroom floor. He reached forward with his hand, he was trying to scream for help but no sound was coming out. Stiles' hand came crashing down, cracking the floor when it landed.

His eyes widened when he saw his fingers start to grow and become deformed. His nails had darkened and grown 3 inches in a matter of seconds. They'd also started to curve into a sharp, downward point.  Thick golden hair had also started to cover his arms, later spreading to the rest of his body. Stiles managed to drag himself off of the floor and hurl his increasingly heavier body into his bathroom.

He gripped onto his sink and stared at his mirror, his breath becoming heavier every second that past. Stiles could have passed out at the sight he saw.

His eyes were glowing gold and his face was contorting into what could only be described as a muzzle. He couldn't recognise the monster staring back at him.

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"Honestly, Derek. If I didn't know any better, I would say this was a lion's print" Deaton said, shaking his head and handing the phone back to Derek.

"But that's impossible, I've never heard of a 'werelion' before. And this is Beacon Hills, lions aren't indigenous to these parts" Derek rubbed his eyes. He knew the town was messed up, but it was all starting to sound a bit farfetched. Even for him.

"How about you go home and get some rest and I'll do some research. See if I can find anything on 'werelions'" Derek nodded as he slid his phone back into his pocket. He didn't have high hopes of finding any information on the creature. Well... lion.

Derek walked outside and climbed back into his car, shutting the door behind him. He sat in silence, not moving for what felt like years. He had no idea what he was meant to do next. It wasn't like he could sit and read, or even watch a movie. His mind was racing too much for him to concentrate.

His mind wondered to Stiles, maybe he'll want to talk to him if he went over to his place to apologise. Face to face.