Red eyes

"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Or maybe more." He grabs my wrist and pulls it up next to his mouth to fast for me to dodge, making me still. "Yes or no?" when I don't answer immediately he lets his fangs drop and goes in to bite, I yank my arm away before he can.

"I don't want to be like you."

"Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words 'I don't want.' You may believe you're telling the truth, but you are lying to yourself. So it's a good thing I was lying too."

"You- what?" I ask confused.

"Giving you a choice."

or if Peter actually bit Stiles that day in the car park and Stiles accidentally killed him later that night.

(This is a rewritten version of one of my old fics from 2019)