The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Shape Shifted

Y/n's POV

"I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same," Scott admitted.

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me?" Stiles asked as the three of us entered the locker room to get ready for lacrosse practice.

"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you," Scott pledged.

"You know, you say that now, but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me, so yes, I'm still locking you up," Stiles insisted.

"Okay, fine. But I do think I'm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison," Scott declared.

"Doesn't matter. Stiles and I took a vote, and we are keeping an eye on you, which includes the restraints," I put forth.

"All right," Scott agreed. "But did you at least get something better than handcuffs this time?"

"Yeah. Much better," Stiles responded. At that moment, I opened my locker to put my things away, and a length of chain started falling from the top of my locker. I tried to catch it with my hands, but it was no use. The metal hit the floor with a loud clang, and all of the boys in the locker room turned to see what was going on. I closed my eyes, just listening to the chain hit the floor, and finally, when the noise stopped, I thought the embarrassment was over. But it was far from it, actually.

"Part of me wants to ask. But the other part says knowing what you and Mr. Highman do in your free time will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So I'm gonna walk away," Coach Finstock decided.

"Good idea, Coach," I call after him, my face red with embarrassment. I turned to face Scott and Stiles, both of whom were trying to control their laughter, and I punched Stiles in the arm. "What the hell, dude? You said you got chains, but you didn't tell me you were putting them in my locker!"

"Sorry," Stiles apologized. "It just slipped my mind."

"Oh I hate you both," I grumble and bend down to pick up the chains. As Scott bent down to help me out, he suddenly straightened out, glancing around the room. "Everything okay there, Scotty?"

"There's another. In here, right now," Scott spoke.

Stiles frowned. "Another what?"

"Another werewolf," Scott clarified.

"Is it Y/n, perhaps? Is she the werewolf? Cause, you know, she was bitten and the bite healed in less than a day," Stiles rambled.

Scott sniffed the air. "I'm not sure. I don't really know what a girl werewolf smells like." At lacrosse practice, I was busy looking down at my stick, fixing up the netting, when I ran into someone. I would have lost my balance if the boy I had bumped into didn't reach out and catch me from falling.

"Thanks," I breathe out and steady myself. "Sorry for bumping into you."

"It's fine," the boy assured me. That's when I looked up, and I was met with a pretty set of blue eyes. I had obviously seen the boy around before since he was on the lacrosse team with me, but we had never talked. But today, for some reason, I was attracted to him.

"I'm Y/n," I introduce.

"Isaac," the boy returned.

"Right. We have the same chemistry class," I remember. "Mr. Harris...I hate that man with a passion."

"Tell me about it. I've got a D in his class," Isaac disclosed.

"Well, if you need a tutor or just want some help studying, feel free to find me. I'll help you out," I tell him.

"Thanks. It's uh, it's nice to finally be able to talk to you," Isaac stuttered.

"What stopped you from talking to me before?" I question.

"I used to be really shy, so I couldn't work up the nerve to talk to the prettiest girl in school," Isaac confessed. I went to reply, my cheeks flushed just the tiniest bit, but I was interrupted.

"Y/n," Scott shouted. "Can you come over here for a minute?"

"Excuse me," I mutter and run over to where my brother was standing with Stiles. "What's going on?"

"Isaac. He's the werewolf," Scott shared. I turned around to look at the boy I was just talking to, and saw that Isaac was being escorted away by the police. What was going on? Later that night, I was trying to do my homework, but something felt off. I walked into the bathroom to see if something was wrong, and when looked in the mirror, a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared back at me. In my moment of panic, I ran to grab my phone from my desk, dialing Scott's number as quickly as possible. Thankfully, he picked up on the third ring.

"Scott, you and Stiles were right. My eyes are glowing and....I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out right now. You've got to help me," I plead.

"Calm down," Scott instructed. "Everything's gonna be okay. Now, go into my bedroom and look under my bed. The huge length of chain you and Stiles had is under there. Use that and tie yourself to the radiator. Make sure it's tight. Once that's done, you need someone to be your anchor. It's basically someone you have a close bond with that keeps you grounded. It could be a best friend, a boyfriend, a sibling. Who would that be for you?"

"Stiles" I reply immediately. "It's Stiles."

"Okay. Think of all the happy memories you have with him, and concentrate on them," Scott ordered. "And I mean really concentrate on them. You need to stay focused. If you don't, things are gonna get out of control. I'm heading home right now. Just follow those instructions and everything will be okay."

"All right," I murmur.

As soon as Scott hung up, I threw my phone onto my bed and ran into Scott's bedroom, just like he advised me to. Grabbing the chains from underneath his bead, I tied myself to the radiator in his room, making sure they were tight and that there was no chance I could escape. As the minutes passed, I could feel my nails growing longer and my teeth becoming pointier. I wanted to freak out as I continued to shift, but I did what Scott told me to and thought of my happiest memories with Stiles. I thought back to the time when Stiles and I tried to break into his house because neither of us had our key. I thought about how he and I had the best night out after my first lacrosse game on first line. I thought about us having movie marathons every weekend at his place. We tried to watch a different one every week, but it wasn't long before we went back to our favorite titles again.

"Y/n," Scott exhaled and appeared at the door, obviously out of breath from running back here. I looked up at my brother just as my eyes stopped glowing, my nails shrunk down to their normal size, and my teeth were back in perfect shape. Once Scott walked over and untied me, he pulled me up from the ground and embraced me. I held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. I couldn't believe what just happened. I wanted it to all be a bad dream, but I knew that everything I just experienced was real. I was a werewolf, and my life was about to change. For better or for worse though, I didn't know.