Preface

One bite, right under the hairline on the back of his neck, that's all it took. He had been claimed. He had wanted this, for a lot longer than he realized. Wanted it just as much as Derek wanted to claim his as his own, but they were both too oblivious to realize that they both wanted the same thing. But now, now, it was too late. Stiles had been claimed. Not by Derek as he had hoped, not by Lydia, which he hoped for since the day she was turned and became part of the pack, no, not by either of them

Chpter One - Pack

Scott and Isaac had this bromance going on the for the entire first month of summer, and Stiles was left high and dry on the sidelines watching the two of them grow closer as he was pushed further away. He was left to spend his summer with the other pack members: Jackson, Lydia, Erica, Boyd and Derek. This didn't bother him much, except for the times Isaac and Scott were part of the group, which was a lot less often than the rest of the pack. They were always off doing something together, chasing rabbits in the woods like some pups would be his guess, and Derek would let them go and do whatever they liked for some reason unknown to Stiles. He didn't question it letting them run free meant less time having to watch them act like two love sick teenagers with each other. Plus, it gave him the chance to really work his way into the pack.

He went to the Hale house every day, where the pack would meet for obedience training, as he called it. Derek called it "skill training". During their obedience training, Stiles would sit on the forest floor at the edge of a clearing where the pack would train. They learned things like how to dodge arrows and bullets, how to control their shift, to stop it from happening when needed, how to track, which should be pretty ingrained into their new DNA, but surprisingly, only Lydia knew how to track properly without instruction. Leave it to Lydia to be able to do something perfectly without being taught.

During the training, Stiles couldn't help but watch as a shirtless Derek began building up a sweat as things started getting heated in training, the way it made his abs glisten in the sunlight. Derek would look sideways at him every so often, making Stiles turn away quickly as his cheeks went red. He knew he may have feelings for Derek, but he knew for a fact he had them for Lydia, and being around her more, working his way into the pack seemed to help her actually notice him. She seemed to really like spending time with him, which, why wouldn't she, he was amazing. He started getting his hopes up that they might actually be progressing in their friendship to the point where it wasn't completely impossible for them to be together in the near future, which is all he wanted since kindergarten, only to be crushed, once again, when he realized that she and Boyd had been dating for the past two weeks. How had he not seen it? Thinking about it now, they had been all over each other, holding hands, snuggling on the couch while the pack rested after training; he had just assumed it was a pack thing.

"Aren't they just fucking vomit inducing," Erica mumbles to him while they were all eating lunch after several hours of training.

Lydia snaps her head in Erica's direction and let's a small growl escape through her teeth, "I can hear you Erica" Lydia says with an edge to her voice.

"Oh, I know you can honey," Erica says, giggling and walking into the kitchen for another sandwich.

Lydia glares at her as she walks away, thengoes back to feeding Boyd his sandwich, piece by piece.

"Lydia, Boyd, get out of here, you're beginning to make us all sick," Derek says as he gestures for the door, "We're done with training for the day, you can all get out now, actually."

With that, the pack starts leaving one by one when they've finished their lunch. Lydia and Boyd are the last to leave, holding hands as they take as long as they can to leave without over-stepping their bounds, going against the alphas words. Derek gives a low warning growl and they both look back at him quickly before running out of the house. That leaves himself and Derek in the house alone.

"So I should probably get going too then, huh?" he asks Derek with a slight sigh.

"Yes." Derek replies, very bluntly.

"Okay then" Stiles says as he gets up off the dirty, slightly charred floor.

"Make sure Scott and Isaac are here tomorrow," Derek says as Stiles places his hand on the door knob.

"Why don't you tell them, you're their alpha, and Scott and I haven't really been talking much lately" he says, turning around, but there's no Derek in sight.

"Why the fuck does he always do that?" Stiles mumbles to himself as he makes his way to his Jeep

He jumps in his Jeep, jamming the key into the ignition, turning it and pullling away, winding through the woods until he hits the main road.

He's about half way home when he hears a howl. From previous experience, he knows that when a wolf howls, it never means anything good. He darts his head all over, looking through his windows at the surrounding forest. He's not sure what he's looking for, knowing that the danger is probably nowhere near him, nor is it about him. But he still frantically whips his head all around, then he sees it. Eyes, glowing electric blue in the dark veil the forest provides. From the year or so of research he's done since Scott was bitten, he learned a lot about pack dynamics. He knows what those eyes mean. An Omega, a lone wolf, has moved in to his packs territory. Knowingly or not, it's an invasion that the pack cannot allow, nor can the Argents and their group of hunters. There is too much risk involved. He hears several more howls as he keeps his eyes locked with the Omega, swerving into the other lane. He realizes that he is still driving, which means the Omega is running parallel keeping pace with the speed of his Jeep, never once breaking eye contact with Stiles. Stiles hears a honk and snaps his eyes back to the road. He jerks his steering wheel to the right, trying to swerve back into his lane just as the car smashes head on into Stiles' jeep.

Stiles' head throbs against his steering wheel as he regains consciousness. Once his mind has a chance to clear itself and he's coherent again, he shoves the jeeps door as hard as he can, but it doesn't budge. He looks over to the passenger side door and sees it wide open. He crawls across the seat and falls out of the Jeep, slamming, chest first, down onto the asphalt.

"Fuck" he moans in pain.

He pulls himself off the ground slowly, using his Jeep for support. He feels blood dripping down his face. He brings a hand up to his face and wipes the blood away, then looks in his side view mirror to see the gash across his right eyebrow slowly, but steadily, dripping blood.

He hears another howl, which snaps his mind back into focus as the memories of what just happened spring into his mind. He stumbles around the front of his Jeep, and around to the driver's side of the other car, a gray Camry. He wrenches the driver's door open and jumps a step back when the driver falls out of the car onto the asphalt, similar to the way Stiles did. But she doesn't moan, or yell, or move at all.

"N- no, oh m-my god no" Stiles chokes out as he sees the strawberry blonde waves of hair.

He flips the woman over and lets out a choked sob as he looks into her face. He's suddenly aware of the noise of foot falls somewhere behind him. He swings his head around just in time to see the flash of electric blue eyes as they disappeared back into the black veil of the forest.

"T-this - yo-your f-fault" He manages to scream out, through the sobs forming in his chest, at the Omega as tears started streaming down his face. "You—" he sobbed hard "D-did—" he can't finish his sentence, he can't catch his breath as he begins trembling with sobs. He looks back at the strawberry blonde woman lying motionless on the asphalt, takes her hand in his and sobs even harder, not able to do anything else. He hears the snarls of the Omega as it takes off, further into the forest, until he can no longer hear any sign of the wolf.

He's barely aware of it at first, but as he holds her hand longer, he begins to notice the slight thumping against his hand. He manages to calm down enough to concentrate better as he moves his hand up to Lydia's wrist. He's sure of it now, he can feel her heart pulsing blood through her veins. He pulls his hand away and stifles through his pocket, looking for his cell phone.

"I'm so sorry" he sobs as he looks for his phone, "Lydia, I'm so sorry."

"Fuck," he mumbles when he can't find his phone.

He grabs her hand again, "Stay with me," he whispers as he starts getting up, "I'll be right back," he says as he releases her hand.

He runs over to his Jeep and frantically searched for his phone. He hears another howl, this time, much closer than before. He can't tell who it is or how close, but it's definitely closer. He gives up trying to find his phone after a few minutes and runs back to Lydia's side, checking her pulse. He can tell it's weakening.

"Why aren't you healing," he mumbles as a realization floods into his brain.Boyd and Lydia left together. He peers around the open door and he immediately regrets it. He gasps, horrified at the scene in front of him. Boyd is sprawled out on the passenger's seat, head lying sideways against the dash board, neck slit open, the smallest piece of skin keeping his head attached to his neck, blood soaked into his shirt and running down his arms. Stiles jerks back around the door as more tears begin to stream down his face. Thoughts start popping into his mind. He isn't sure what happened, how a car crash caused all of this. He looks at the windshield, completely shattered, thousands of cracks running through it, but it's still intact, still in place where it should be.There's no way that caused it, he thought as he turns his head back to the car door blocking his view from Boyd. His mind drifts back to Lydia as he looks down at her. Then his mind goes completely blank.

He's helpless, has no idea what to do. He has no phone, no way to get help, nobody around for miles, a dead werewolf and a near dead werewolf that he also happens to be in love with. Then he does the only thing he can think of, he pulls his head up until he's looking into the afternoon sky, takes a deep breath and screams as loud as he can.