Wesley Walker always thought that he and his best friends, Scott and Stiles, would be nobodies forever and he was oddly okay with that, but what happens when Scott gets bitten by a werewolf, thrusting Wes into popularity and a world of supernatural...
Derek lets the lamp slip out of his grasp, making me flinch as it shatters.
"You know, I could make you stronger. You wouldn't be scared or helpless anymore, Wesley. Scott and Stiles wouldn't have to worry about you having another episode or panicking when they need you most. You'd have the power that you've always wanted."
"I don't want power. Especially if it means being one of your poodles."
Derek scoffs. "Your heart skipped. You're lying. You want this."
He comes closer and looks up at me. "You know the first thing I sensed from you when you threw that Molotov at Peter was regret. Regret that you didn't take his offer. I bet you even stay awake at night wondering what could have been. Am I right, Wesley?"
I look down, avoiding his eyes, before whispering a soft, "No."
He just smirks. "You can believe what you want but we both know the truth."
He backs away with a smirk on his face as he walks toward my bedroom door. He begins to twist the doorknob but suddenly stops and turns back to face me, his eyes no longer green but a deep red, causing my breath to hitch. He creeps closer, instilling panic as I stagger backward.
"Wait, no, Derek! I'll lose her if you do this."
"You were going to lose her anyway."
I scream as I feel his fangs puncture my shoulder before everything goes black.
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"Wesley, hey. You need to get up for school."
I jolt up and quickly grasp my shoulder before looking towards Sarah.
"Woah, calm down there." Sarah comments before noticing my hand. "Is something wrong with your shoulder?"
"No, uh, nothing. It was just a dream." She furrows her brows as I continue. "What time did you get home last night?"
"Um, around one. I came into your room to say goodnight but you were already asleep."
I got home ten minutes before one so there was no way Derek could have bitten me. Plus, the wound's not there and my shirt doesn't have any blood on it. It had to have been a dream. Wait, the lamp. I snap my head to my desk to see the lamp illuminating the room, completely intact. Unless Derek had an exact replica on hand, last night was a dream.
"I gotta get to work so Stiles is going to have to give you a ride, okay? Oh, and happy birthday, Wes. I can't believe you're already 17. I remember when I was 17..." Sarah trails off. "Anyways, later we'll celebrate."
"Thanks, Sare. See you later."
After the door closes, I let out a relieved sigh and fall back onto the bed. My phone beeps so I pick it up, reading a text from Allison.
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