Transitioning Into The Unknown [Book 2]

Disasters and Breakthroughs

Notes:

I just signed up for a swimming class in school during the winter with my friend, I'm glad my friend and I could swim together.
Or that I'm at least with someone I know.
It's gonna be fun, I know how to swim really well, and this is swimming for beginners so that means easy A.
And it's my last class of the day and I only have it twice a week.
YAY!

I just felt like updating, because I couldn't stop thinking about the chapter, so yep here yous has a chapter.

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Full moon rising in 10 minutes...

My body was starting to get itchy. Like something was crawling under my skin. It's late, and I can feel the transformation already coming. Peter and I are sitting in the basement. Peter honestly doesn't look even frazzled a bit by the full moon; he's just sitting by a trunk full of meat for me later. I'm already chained up in case because the moment I started feeling off, I ask Peter to help me chain up. Peter had his phone out, just chilling like it was any other day. I wasn't just sitting there watching him on his phone; I was actually trying to do something. I figure now that Tyler can't help me, and I don't know any other werewolves like me, so I'm going to have to figure this out myself. Since I'm the only werewolf, maybe I can somehow control the transformation. This idea is just a theory I don't know if I could work, though. However, if I were to let my fox side, I don't know, take over during the full moon, maybe it could hold my transformation somehow. I honestly don't know it's all guesswork from here. Trial and error, I guess every full moon. I remember everything Peter told me of my last full moon. He said I hit my head really hard against the floor a few times, and the only thing I remember during that time is the dream I had of the fox, so maybe I'll have to think about the fox or something like that.

But I eventually close my eyes and tried to meditate, that is the closest word I can think of what I'm trying to do. At first, I don't think anything worked, but then I saw this light. And I move toward it even though it's all in my brain. And lo and behold, this thing is working. Because as I move towards the light, I see a fox. It's sitting there calmly, and it is staring at me. I look for the wolf, but I can't find it. When I look back at the Fox, it's pointing at me with his paw. I looked down, and I am the wolf. I lift my hand, and I see a paw. I snap out of my mind, and somehow, I turned into a werewolf minus the bone-cracking transformation. And I'm fully aware.

I bark, almost dog-like, to get Peter's attention since he didn't seem to notice me transforming. Peter's head shot up, suddenly staring at me in shock.

"Stiles? What the hell?"

I just barked and sat there wagging my tail like a big oversized dog. I was fully conscious. I could see the full moon out the window, but I was just aware of everything.

"Stiles, are you still in there?"

I nodded my head as best as I could to convey that, 'yes, I am here.' Peter put his phone down and got closer to me.

"What did you do?"

He asked the question I obviously couldn't freaking answer, and he noticed his mistake backpedaling like immediately.

"You know what tell me afterward that's probably a better option since you can't talk. Should I leave you in chains?"

I nodded my head again. Even though I have control now, this doesn't mean I'll have control forever. I just laid down on the hard floor and got ready to stick the night out. Hopefully, I can keep control all night.

Midway through the night, Peter, his head, looked upstairs. I also looked upstairs, but I didn't hear anything that he heard. Until I heard one of the floorboards creeks upstairs, I couldn't help the growl that came out of my mouth. I was on all fours pulling the chains and growling. I wasn't going out of control. It was more like someone was invading my house, and I didn't want them in there. Peter also didn't look too happy about whoever was here. Not that there should be anyone here. The only person who would be stupid enough to come here would be a vampire, namely one Damon, or my boss, but I don't know how she even knows where I live. I couldn't quite the growl in my throat.

Peter went to move to go upstairs, but he passed to close by me, and I grabbed his leg before you could go upstairs. He looked at me like I was crazy and told me to let go.

I didn't want him to go upstairs. It was dangerous upstairs; he shouldn't be in danger. I have to protect him.

Ugh, my brain was getting fuzzy. I slammed my head against the floor, letting go of Peter's leg. Peter looked worried, but the sounds of someone coming downstairs were more worrying then me hitting my head against the floor.

I was pulling the chains very hard by this point. I had hoped I could control the wolf entirely, but it seems I was losing the battle. But I didn't want to lose I was fighting so hard that my brain felt like it was splitting in half. Part of me wanted to go upstairs and rip whoever was there's head off, and part of me tried to control the wolf, so I didn't freak out so much. I was curious, though, why the fox didn't aim for control. I mean, that was the whole Nogitsune's problem before. But it just felt like it was chilling in my mind not given a care of what happened.

Peter left and closed the door behind him. I'm assuming to deal with whoever was upstairs. And to stop them from finding me. I was starting to calm down once Peter left, and it didn't sound like anything was wrong. Up until I heard a growl from Peter and I think I lost it. Because even though I was conscious, I broke two chains off the wall. And as the commotion upstairs got louder and louder and more vicious sounding, I got more and angrier, and eventually, I tore off the wall entirely even though the chains were still attached to me it didn't matter as I ran up the stairs.

The sight before me was weird. Peter is there in full shift; blue glowing eyes stark in the darkness that our house was in. And there was another wolf in front of him. I couldn't tell who it was, but my mind supplied the name Tyler. I don't know how I knew, scents maybe? Peter was sending back against Tyler, and he seems to be losing. Well, until I got there and I bit Tyler's neck, my whole mindset was to save Peter and kill the intruder. But I was trying very hard not to kill Tyler even though I didn't want him in the house. It took a very long time to stop us from fighting in the house. Actually, it took all night. We didn't stop until the full moon was long out of the sky. And we transform back into humans.

After the full moon was over, it left to very tired werewolf teens, And a different kind of werewolf who was utterly done because his whole room was destroyed, even though he set up the basement for just that. Furniture was ripped and thrown all over the place. The moment I transform back, I knocked out and fell asleep. Apparently, Tyler didn't fall asleep and sheepishly apologized for the mess and said he'd help pay for anything damaged and then left or so Peter told me later when I woke up. This full moon was kind of a breakthrough for me and a disaster for Peter. 

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Notes:

This chapter will be more explained next chapter, which will come out who knows I'm sleepy.