Initiate // Sterek

// thirteen //

My howl shook the building, as fangs and claws extended from my teeth and fingers. My back was arched and I felt pain all over.

Derek took me in his arms as the claws and fangs retracted. I was shaking, crying into his shoulder. He rubbed my back, as we sat together in the dark room.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked. All I could do was nod. The shock of it all preventing me from speaking. Derek pulled away, looking at my face, examining it. I coughed slightly before speaking, "Glad you can stare into my eyes again?" I said cockily, my voice rough. All he did was smile. I fricking loved his smile.

Seconds later, the door burst open revealing the group of teenagers, scared expressions on their faces. That fear quickly changed to something else as they came rushing over to me, some enveloping me in hugs. It was overwhelming. I was pretty sure Scott was crying, but I didn't say anything as he pulled me in tight to his chest.

I was bombarded with tons of 'is everything okay?' , 'how do you feel' and 'I'm so glad you're awake''s. All I could do for a while was smile and nod.

Eventually, Derek spoke up over the group. "Give him some space. He's barely gotten a word out since he woke up." Derek said, calmly. Scott agreed and told everyone to leave soon. "Is there anything you need?" He asked in a suggestive tone.

"You're probably going to slap me but," I said. "I kinda just want to sleep."

~

I spent a day or two recovering, but then Derek said we had to start training again. I was dumbstruck. I had completely forgotten all about the training, and so did everyone else when there was a collective groan from everyone as Derek told them. We were in the library, which for obvious reasons I had grown to hate. All of us except for Derek were squashed into the couches.

"Hey, originally the training was for seeing who's eligible to be turned, now its something bigger." Derek had said, giving us all a stern look.

"The council are coming, and they aren't happy with us. With any of us." He said, throwing a glance in my direction. "Stiles wasn't supposed to be turned and they're angry about it. And, statistically, I should have killed one of you by now." He said, slightly wincing.

"This is all because of me, and I'm able to accept that. I need to fight for myself and for all of you. This isn't a fair fight from your side, but if you let them control you, you'll never get out." He sounded now like he was going on a tangent, but it seemed appropriate. He was making a fair point. "If you will, I'd like you to fight with me. We can do this together. We haven't gotten along with each other before, but honestly," he said, sighing. " I'm sick of being their bitch."

Everyone was quiet. I had no idea Derek had thought about this so much. It was like he was planning out a rebellion. Honestly, I was impressed.

I was willing to do it, and I needed to practice my new abilities too.

"I'll do it." I said, breaking the silence.

"Me too." Scott followed.

"Me too."

"I'm in."

"I'll do it."

"Me too."

"Me too. "

"Me too. "

One by one all of us agreed, except Lydia. She was sat on the armrest of a chair, looking at the ground.

She looked up and glanced around at us. "You won't all survive."

~

Training was intense.

I had never liked too much physical activity, so this was a whole new level of pissed off.

Derek had made Malia and I fight, in the centre of the training room. I still hadn't grasped control over changing, and I fought like a little girl.

Derek told me not to change, and as Malia made her first hit, it was almost impossible.

She grabbed my leg, and flipped me onto my back, my head colliding with the hard floor. I got up as quickly as possible, and made a move to swipe at her face with my fist. I missed.

She went for a punch, but I blocked it and twisted her wrist backwards. I wasn't trying to break it but I was certain I heard a few bones snap. She shook it off and went at me again, and I blocked her again. Next time, she hit me.

It went back and forth like that for a while, and it started to get boring.

All my morals about hitting a girl flew out the window as I ran at her and kicked her flat in the stomach. She groaned as she hit the floor and I heard a few winces from the others as they were watching.

I told myself to calm down, as I could feel a deep rage burning inside me. Not towards Malia though. Not towards anything. Just constant anger.

Malia regained her balance while I was in thought and kicked me hard in the crotch. I wish I could say I didn't black out.