Disclaimer:

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF

Summary:

Things take a turn for the bizarre when two boys' midnight trek into the woods ends with one of them being bit by a beast with glowing red eyes and fangs that almost gleam in vicious delight. Now, the once pale and scrawny Stiles Stilinski is a creature of the night spending all his spare time trying to survive from hunters and the murderous werewolf that turned him. With the help of Derek Hale, he manages to mostly learn how to be a werewolf.

But what would these changes do to his relationships? His father who is constantly in danger of things he doesn't know about. His best friend who is getting increasingly suspicious and worried over his apparent closeness to Derek Hale. His lacrosse captain who is working to destroy his friendship with Scott in his effort to find out his secret.

Will Stiles make it out of this situation alive? Will he still have his best friend when this is all over?

Two joggers found a body in the woods.

Have you ID'd the body yet?

Uhh, not yet Sheriff.

Why not?

The joggers only found half the body sir.

Come again Deputy. Did you say they only found half?

OoOoO

Stiles Stilinski didn't waste any time after listening in on his dad's phone call. He got his stuff and started to drive to his best friend's house, more than eager to get started on the night's adventures. This is the most exciting thing that's happened to him all summer and he could not wait for the night to get better by finding the other half of the body.

The only problem was his best friend, Scott McCall, wasn't answering his calls. Stiles was getting more antsy the longer it took for him to get to the McCall house and his ADHD wasn't helping at all. Reaching into his glove compartment, he grabbed a bottle of Adderall and downed one pill. If he was going on a midnight trek in the woods to look for a dead body, he's gonna need to be extra focused.

When he finally reached Scott's house, he immediately started to climb on the porch roof. He figured that Scott was probably sleeping and since Melissa has told Scott repeatedly to lock the front door so that he would have to knock before coming in, going in through his bedroom window was the only option.

He was anything but graceful as he tried to get on the roof and he made a few noises on his way but at least he made it. He looked inside Scott's room and was surprised to find it empty. He was about to call his name when he heard the front door open. Thinking that his best friend was on his way out, he got off the roof and was about to say something when he was greeted by the sight of Scott McCall holding a…bat?

The two boys screamed in shock and fright neither expecting what was in front of them.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing?" Scott lowered his bat and tried to calm his racing heart

"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles answered as if it was perfectly understandable, "Why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator!"

"A pre-" Stiles scoffed, as if he could actually be a predator. If he was a predator, then his prey was a pack of delicious curly fries.

"Look I know it's late but you gotta hear this."

He then told Scott about the phone call his dad got and the search party in the woods because of the body two joggers found. He could feel himself getting excited and flushed at the awesomeness of that news, or it could have something to do with the blood rushing to his head. He was still upside down.

Once he was right side up he told Scott the best part about the dead body. Possible murder victim, woman, in her twenties, and missing half of her body.

"We're going." Stiles declared with a tone of finality knowing that if he didn't, Scott would go back inside and sleep. Definitely not an option.

OoOoO

Beacon Hills Preserve was not a place to be in after sunset as proven by the dozens of cases of animal attack over the years. Coyotes, mountain lions, and various other dangerous animals lived there who were very territorial. Well, that was the official story.

This little fact didn't stop most people from going into the preserve though, including two teenage boys looking for some adventure and excitement.

"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked getting out of the jeep.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Flashlight at the ready, Stiles walked into the Preserve ignoring the big NO ENTRY sign.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."

Stiles rolled his eyes blocking out Scott's speech about making first line. Scott has been relentless in his wish to be on first line and quit living on the sideline. Stiles understood that, he wasn't all too happy about being benched all the time either, but Scott was acting like making first line was the only thing that mattered. He saw how Scott practiced hard over the summer and read up on different ways to control his asthma while simultaneously ignoring the summer reading given to them towards the end of their Freshman year.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

Stiles paused for a second thinking about his dad's phone call but he couldn't remember the deputy saying which half of the body the joggers found. He figured it didn't matter, it wasn't like they would be seeing many severed bodies out here. "Huh…I didn't even think about that."

"And what if whoever killed the body is still here?"

"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles didn't even seem worried, which worried Scott.

"It's comforting to know that you thought this through with your usual attention to detail."

"I know."

They were going up a small hill now and Scott was suddenly thankful for all those google articles that he read about controlling his asthma.

Whatever Stiles might have said next was interrupted by the distant sound of dogs barking and the sight of men with flashlights ahead. Not wanting to get caught by his dad's deputies, Stiles ran deeper into the woods forgetting that Scott was asthmatic and might not be able to catch up to him. Pumping his legs faster than he ever had all summer, Stiles made it into a part of the woods where he was sure no deputy would find him.

"That was close. Scott, you okay?" He turned around and noticed for the first time that he was alone.

"Scott?" He called out hoping that wherever Scott was he could hear him.

He turned his flashlight everywhere but couldn't see anything except the endless trees in the preserve.

The sound of a branch snapping somewhere behind him drew his attention and he turned the flashlight and frowned when he thought he saw glowing red dots in the distance.

"Scott? Is that you?"

For the first time since coming into the woods, Stiles was beginning to get scared. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention and every fiber of his being was telling him to run away from the red dots. Like a primal urge to flee and survive. He took a step back and it was at that moment that the dots moved. They weren't dots at all, but eyes! Red glowing eyes that belonged to a big animal of some kind. An angry big animal of some kind! The beast seemed fixated on him and it let out a growl right before running at him full speed.

Quickly turning around, Stiles made to run back the way he came. He could hear the beast's heavy footsteps as it chased after him and he cursed his stupid legs for not being fast enough. Silently he promised that if he ever made it out of this alive, he would take lacrosse more seriously, or at least cross country.

He was barely up a small hill when he felt the beast's large teeth clamp down on his left leg. Stiles screamed at the intense pain that shot up his leg from where the beast bit him. Holding the flashlight tighter, he swung back and hit the beast's head as hard as he could. The impact wasn't much but it was enough for the beast to let go of his leg and he was able to run away as fast as his freshly injured leg let him.

The beast, whatever it was, didn't continue to pursue him. Instead it reared its massive head back and let out an animalistic howl — one that Stiles couldn't hear because he was too focused on running away and staying alive. Then it just turned and ran the other way as if it forgot about the pale boy it just bit.

Stiles was limping pretty badly when he found himself on cemented road. Trying to ignore the pain in his leg, he walked back to where he left his jeep.

"Stiles!" Scott was leaning on his jeep waiting for him, "Where have you been? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Stiles replied getting in the driver's seat (injured or not, no one else was allowed to drive his baby), "I just got bit by some animal. I'm hoping it's nothing like rabies. God my dad's gonna kill me if it is."

The two boys first stopped by at Scott's house where they applied first aid to Stiles' bite and exchanged stories of their night. Stiles found out that after getting trampled over by a herd of deer, Scott found the other half of the dead body. Stiles was bummed that he didn't get to see the body himself but at least Scott did and maybe tomorrow they could come back so he could see it for himself.

Neither of the two boys noticed the pair of glowing red eyes watching them from the other side of the street.

AN: How do you guys like the first chapter? Just to be clear though, Stiles was the only one who got bit. Scott didn't even though he found the body.

Also just a heads up, update schedule will not be regular though I'll try to update at least once a week.