“I like you Stiles. Since you’ve helped me, I’m going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?” I look up at Peter, shocked. He’s offering me the bite?
“Do you want the bite? If it doesn’t kill you, and it could, you’ll become like us.”
“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 holds my wrist and pulls it up next to his mouth. “Yes or no?” when I don’t answer he lets his fangs drop and goes in to bite, but I pull 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.”
“Giving you a choice.” Before I can react he bites down onto my shoulder.
Pain spreads through my body and I barely notice when Peter leaves. Everything is spinning. I bump against something and use it to drop myself to the ground. I put my head into my hands and wait until I don’t feel like I’m going to puke, before standing up. I stumble back against my jeep, I need to go help Scott. I pull my door open and jump inside pulling my keys out as I go. It takes a few tries, but I finally get my keys in the ignition. I shake my head to clear the blurriness in my eyes, before I start to drive. I need to get to the Hale house, to Scott. I need to help him, but how? I’m just the weak human, not for long though, soon I’ll either be a werewolf or dead. God, I don’t want to die. I can’t leave dad alone, and Lydia. I shake my head. I need to focus. Suddenly I have an idea, I change direction straight into the school car park.
I pull up near the Hale house to a horrifying sight. Peter is fully shifted with Scott crouching in front of him ready to fight and Allison off to the sided next to her dad, who’s just waking up. I grab the self-igniting Molotov cocktail that I made at the school and practically throw myself out of my car. I take a second to aim and then with strength I definitely didn’t have before, I throw it. It feels like everything is moving in slow motion, until it finally hits him, right in the side of the head. He howls in pain clutching his head as he stumbles backwards, before falling to the ground and going silent.
“He’s dead.” I turn to see Derek walking out of the remains of his house.
“What! But… I need him to turn back to a human.” Scott says glaring down at Peter’s now human body, before moving his glare towards me.
“We don’t know if it would have worked and if it didn’t do you really want to become an Alpha? And would you even be able to kill him in the first place?” I ask, finally finding my voice. He just turns away and leaves with Allison who gives me a concerned look.
I start making my way to my car when I hear a voice behind me say, “You’re hurt.”
“What?” I ask turning to face Derek.
“I can smell blood.” He means my bite. Should I tell him? I look around. Everyone else has already left. Before I can make up my mind I’m pushed up against my jeep. “What happened?” He growls right in my face.
“It was Peter,” I sigh. “He bit me.”
“He what?” he asks.
“He… bit me.”
“Show me.” He orders.
I pull down the neck of my shirt to show my shoulder and ask, “How does it look?”
“It’s almost gone.”
“Wait. So… I’m a werewolf now?”
“Looks like it.”
“What do I do now?” He thinks for a minute, before sighing.
“Be here tomorrow at six AM.” He walks away ignoring my complaints about that being too early. I sigh and hop in my car. I can’t believe it. I’m a werewolf. I start driving while I think. I’m going to do this differently then Scott, he didn’t accept it and that only made everything harder. I pull into my driveway and climb up the stairs into my room and into my bed. I fall asleep, exhausted.
I sit up and let out a yawn. I stumble out of bed and into the bathroom. I splash my face with water to wake myself up before drying it with a towel. I pull the towel away and open my eyes to see myself in the mirror. I fall down on my back with a gasp. My eyes. They’re red.