Sterek Stories - A Collection - I

Anchor - Part 1

Really, he is handling this whole thing like a champ. He doesn't need the whole werewolf detail there to keep an eye on him at school. Which, to be fair, they already did before he got bitten, they just turned it up another notch.
He half turns in his chair to hiss at Isaac behind him. "Will you stop sniffing me already?! I'm fine!"

"You smell weird." The boy doesn't even bother with sitting up. He is slumped over his table, nose close to Stiles' back.

Stiles huffs. "You're weird."

"No, he's right," Scott weighs in from his side. "Your smell is a little off today."

"I've been smelling different all week. I know that. It's all you guys been telling me since..." He trails off, swallowing uncomfortably.
Since an unknown Alpha suddenly showed up at the Hale house during their full moon run. It was just Stiles and Lydia on the front porch, the others were running through the woods. They came back, but not before Stiles had jumped to Lydia's defence and gotten a little mauled in the process.

Derek killed the Alpha, practically tore him to shreds on the lawn. There is a black patch in the grass now, from where they burned the remains.

The Alpha turned out to be the last one of his pack, on the run after rogue hunters murdered his wife, two daughters and other pack members. It made him feral. Crazy enough to cross state and territory lines with the full moon coming on. And then... Well, Stiles doesn't like thinking about what happened then. He doesn't remember all of it, which is just fine with him.

The bite took, even though Stiles had always said he didn't want the bite. He just got used to werewolves, he reasons. And he prefers to live. If he has to choose between dying painfully while hacking up black goo or going furry every month, he prefers the latter.
He healed. He told his dad, with Scott and Derek - his Alpha now for real, what the fuck? - at his sides. The sheriff was fairly calm about it; he prefers his son alive and non-possessed, although he could have done without the furry part.

Stiles is a werewolf now.

He wonders what he will look like. Will he get wicked sideburns like Scott? Will his eyebrows magically disappear like with Derek?
If Stiles is honest, he doesn't like the Beta form much. Yes, it is impressive and lethal, yet Stiles isn't looking to be just that. The amped up senses and the healing factor, those are nice. And it will be good to be able to defend himself, to no longer be a liability within the pack. He just wishes the package was a little... friendlier maybe. A tad more approachable.
It would be so cool if he is able to turn into a real wolf like Derek. The Alpha is beautiful in that form. And soft, Stiles found out on a particularly bold occasion. However, the wolf is a Hale thing, an Alpha thing. Poor old bitten Stiles will probably never achieve such a feat.

He should stop thinking about changing in the middle of home economics class. The next full moon is still about three weeks away and arrangements have already been made. His dad is his anchor and they will all spend the weekend at the Hale house. The sheriff put in some of his precious vacation days to help his son through his first shift.

Shift. Stiles will be shifting. He is a werewolf now.

***

Scott's phone vibrates in his pocket until he can no longer ignore it. The screen shows several texts from Lydia, all telling him to come to the boys bathroom on the second floor because something is wrong with Stiles.
He feigns a stomach ache to get out and runs to the second floor, leaving a nervous Isaac behind in class. Stiles and Lydia are supposed to be in AP Biology now, not in an empty hallway. Or, only Lydia is standing in the empty hallway, posted in front of the door to the boys bathroom.