Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Thirteen: Epilogue

Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Thirteen: Epilogue

The beeping kept track of her heart beat, and Stiles couldn't help cringing with every high marker of her life. The added smell of antiseptic and death, not to even mention the old people really didn't help much on the cringe factor either. So Stiles had to cover his face as he dragged Scott into the hospital room after him.

Scott was taking it worse than Stiles, he had a bandana, one of Allison's (Stiles actually rolled his eyes when Scott opened the door to the jeep with Allison's bandana around his neck) but as far as werewolves go, Scott was taking it all okay. Not that any of the events with the Alpha made Chris Argent any more accepting of the Scott and Allison relationship, but it was taking a back seat to learning how to keep control.

With both Stiles, Derek, and the anchor Allison provided, Scott's and the safety of everyone in Beacon Hills was so far protected.

The only pressing matter that threatened any of them now was Lydia.

Peter had bitten her during Formal and she had been unconscious since, but today would be the first day that Stiles saw her since the bite.

The official reason, the excuse that he gave to Derek, was that they needed to know if Lydia was a werewolf now too. With Scott to train and Jackson itching for the bite, Derek's pack was growing at a rate the new Alpha wouldn't be able to keep up with. So Lydia would be the deciding factor on whether or not Jackson got his precious bite.

Stiles rolled his eyes again as the thought of the argument with Scott and Derek concerning Jackson. Stiles didn't think it was a good idea, Scott was completely against it, but Derek had argued that Jackson would make the pack stronger.

"What pack?! He's not going to even want to be in the pack Derek!" Stiles had argued.

"He knows what we are, he knows the risks, he knows the danger, and he still wants the bite Stiles. He doesn't want to feel weak in the face of our world and he can't just forget what he knows. If we can give him the power to protect what is his then why don't we?"

"Because he is an asshole!" Scott bellowed.

The arguments had gone back and forth for two hours until Stiles finally caved under one condition. If Lydia was a werewolf, then Jackson wouldn't let to be one.

He'd been so sure of his condition, he'd seen her get bit after all, but standing next to her bed with Scott staring at the wound on her side that hadn't healed, Stiles felt his stomach sink.

"Does this mean she's not a werewolf? Mine healed right after and so did yours right?" Scott's muffled voice asked right next to his ear as Stiles crouched to examine the wound. It was a bite. It was the bite, but she wasn't healing. He remembered Derek telling him that while they were conscious, werewolves could slow the healing process, but Lydia wasn't.

"She must not be a wolf." Stiles concluded with a sigh.

Next to him, Scott groaned long and loud.

Derek would give Jackson the bite.

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"I can't believe that freakin' prick is going to be a part of my pack!" Stiles paced his room in frustration and Derek could only raise an eyebrow as he watched his mate go.

"Stiles, he doesn't have to be a part of anything. He can choose to be an Omega if he wants." Derek reached out a hand and snagged Stiles wrist on the smaller wolf's twentieth pass by. Stiles only grunted as he was pulled down on top of Derek.