The Bite (Stiles Stilinski x reader x Isaac Lahey)

"Y/n!" Stiles yells, crouching down.

I bring my hand to the back of my head to feel a wet sticky substance.

"Blood." I say, staring daggers' at Scott.

"I-"

"Get out," I say.

"I'm sorry. I-I gotta go get ready for that party." A look of regret washing over his face. "I'm sorry."

Scott leaves, and Stiles lets out a long breath of relief. He helps me get up.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom, I'll go get it," Still clearly upset, Stiles roughly picks up his desk chair and sets it to rights, both of us freezing in horror when we see that the leather cover on the chair has four long slits on the back that look like claw marks.

"What's wrong with my brother?"

Stiles Stilinski x reader (slowburn)

I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO TEEN WOLF