This is my first Teen Wolf story, so sorry if it's not good.

I really hope it is and you all like it.

Stiles woke up feeling very tired. He slowly rose, sitting up in bed, rubbed his eyes, then stretched his arms, yawning. When he opened his eyes and looked around, he noticed something.

'This isn't my room,' thought Stiles.

Indeed it wasn't. The room was slightly bigger then his own, the walls were painted beige, and aside from the bed, the room was bare. There were no dressers, bookshelves, no desk, nothing whatsoever.

Stiles ran a hand over his buzz cut, brown hair, trying to remember what happened to him. Then his big, chocolate brown, doe eyes went wide as he remember what happened to him.

Flashback

Ethan and Aiden walked towards Stiles, both had sinister smiles on their identical faces.

"I never understood packs that had human," said Ethan.

"I know," said Aiden. "Humans are so weak and pathetic."

"H-hey!" stammered Stiles, back against a tree. "I'm not weak! Maybe compared to werewolves, sure. But come on! Have you seen yourselves? And what I lack in strength, I make up for it with my brains and awesome plans. I'm very important to my pack!"

"Really? Then why do they treat you like shit? Why does your so called best friend always forget you exist and only has time for his precious hunter girlfriend?"

Stiles was silent for a few second. When he found his voice, he pointed out, "They're not together anymore."

"For now," said Ethan.

"Enough talk," said Aiden. "We have orders. Let's just kill him."

Before Stiles could even blink, Aiden has his claws dug deep into his stomach. Stiles screamed, pain racing through his whole body. Aiden, claws still in Stiles, brought them up to his chest, creating four long trails the oozed blood.

Stiles fell to the ground, coughing up blood. His vision started to blur.

"This is too easy," he heard Ethan say.

"Then let's make it difficult," said a new voice.

The last thing Stiles heard before he blacked out was the screams of the twin alphas.

End of Flashback

Stiles noticed he wore nothing but a pair of white boxers and his left arm and stomach were bandaged up. He removed the bandages and saw his stomach was healed and his arm looked normal.

What really shocked him was the abs and lean muscled body he now had instead of his once previously thin frame.

'What happened to me?'

He noticed the clothes at the foot of the bed and put them on. The jeans that had both knees ripped fit him, except the were long, covering his feet, only his toes could be seen. The shirt was a long sleeved red and blue plaid shirt that was a little big on him.

The smell of bacon, eggs, waffles, pancakes, and other breakfast food reached Stiles's nose. The licked his lips and followed the smell.

He ended up in the kitchen and saw a man cooking at the stove.

"Ah, hi," said Stiles, shyly.

The man turned around. He looked to be around twenty-four, twenty-five, wore dark blue jeans that were ripped in both knees, and a light gray, no sleeved muscle shirt. He looked to be the same size as Derek Hale, maybe slightly bigger, and three to four inches taller than Stiles. He had short black hair with a few bangs that fell over his steel gray eyes.

The man gave Stiles a friendly smile. "Hi. I'm Logan."

"Uh, I'm Stiles. Where-where am I?"

"In my cabin, in the woods in Red Falls."

Red Falls was a town north of Beacon Hills.

Stiles nodded. "Okay. And why am I here?"

"What do you remember?"

"I remember being in the woods and I was. . . I was attacked."

Logan nodded. "By two werewolves."

Stiles was surprised. "You know about werewolves?"

"Yes." Logan's eyes turned red, then back to gray.

"You're a werewolf too." Stiles touched his left arm. "And so am I. You bite me."

"I had to," said Logan with a sad frown. "You were loosing too much blood. You were going to die."

"What were you even doing in the woods in Beacon Hills?"

"I was in search of a monster that has been killing people here in Red Falls. I almost had him, but the leech once again managed to escape. I was going to head home when I heard voices. I saw two alphas, one of them gutting you, and killed them. I then used my jacket to stop the bleeding 'till I brought you to my home and I bite you and cleaned and patched up the wounds."

Stiles had been listening to Logan's heartbeat and pulse throughout his speech. They were beating steadily, which meant he was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," said Stiles. "You saved me. Thank you."

"I'll take you home after we've had breakfast. I'm sure your pack is worried about you."

Stiles was going to respond, but stopped to think. He thought about what the twins said to him. They were right. The pack didn't care about him. They pushed him around and took him for granted.

Ever since Scott got bit and met Allison, he's forgotten and ignored Stiles. Allison always came first. The only time Scott paid attention to Stiles was when he needed the (former) human boy's help with dealing in the supernatural. Stiles and Scott have been best friends since first grade, always together, having each others backs, and then Allison comes along and it's like Stiles is invisible. Allison stole his best friend.

Jackson has always a dick to him. He's bullied both Stiles and Scott since first grade. He would always steal Scott's inhaler and once he tried to bury Stiles under snow. And the older they got, the worse the bullying got. Both verbally and physically. And when he became a werewolf, he was still a dick to him. The spoiled rich brat had no respect to him or anyone else in the pack. Not even to his alpha.

'That's fine,' thought Stiles. 'He doesn't deserve respect.'

And Stiles was really pissed at Jackson for winning Lydia back. Lydia, the girl he's had a crush on since third grade. Ever since Jackson dumped, with a text and then called her dead weight, he's tried to make Lydia his, but nothing worked. He's been nice to her, told her how amazing, smart, and beautiful she was, but she never gave him the time of day.

Stiles thought about Boyd and Erica. He had nothing against Boyd. He was actually a nice guy. Never gave Stiles a hard time. They were kinda sorta friends. The only thing he was mad at Boyd about was the money he hustled him. Stiles was still convinced they agreed on twenty buck to let him, Scott, Allison, and Lydia ice skate after hours and Boyd was still convinced they agreed on fifty. They would argue on the topic until someone got annoyed and told them both to shut up.

Erica was no longer acting like a bitch to him. No longer pushing him around. No longer physically trying to hurt him or use words to put him down. Now she did something just as bad. She ignored him. She's ignored him for a while now. Ever since she admitted to him about her crush on him and said he made a good Batman, she backed off. What? Just because he was human and she was a werewolf now meant he now wasn't good enough for the formed epilepsy girl?

Isaac was starting to piss Stiles off. He never hurt or insulted Stiles, except that one when his new wolf powers went to his head and he was acting like a prick. The little shit had the nerve to call him a loser and ask how he survived. Well soooorrrryy that not all of us bot bite by a big, bad Alpha and now have cool wolfy powers! Stiles, as a human, had to put up with a psycho Alpha wolf, psycho hunters, an uncontroled wolf-Scott who tried to kill him a few times, a pissy Derek, and a whole bunch of other shit while Isaac was trapped in a freezer, helpless.

And then the Kanima and grandpa psycho came along and Stiles is still alive. So to answer your question, Isaac, that's how Stiles survives. And Stiles was angry at Isaac about saying he wanted to kill Lydia for turning him down freshmen year. Not good at writing? Take a writing class and get better! And Isaac was trying to steal Scott away from Stiles too. Stiles was Scott's best friend, not Isaac!

Peter, well, he was Peter. He didn't do anything to Stiles. He'd just look at the kid with with this creepy smiles that always sent chills up Stiles's spin. And when they were alone, he'd always say how Stiles would be one of them someday.

'He was right.'

And then there was Derek. He was always a jerk to Stiles. Always threatening him. Threatening to kill him, rip his throat out with his teeth. Always pushing him against walls. Always hurting him, belittling him, making him feel weak and worthless, showing him no respect. It was because of Stiles that Derek is still alive. Stiles was the one who took him to the vet and made should he didn't die from the wolfsbane bullet. Stiles was the one who held Derek up into the pool for two hours when he was paralyzed. Stiles saved Derek just as many times as Derek saved Stiles.

And did Stiles every get a thank you? No sir he did not! Not once! Not from Derek, not from anyone!

Well, Stiles had enough! The hell with Derek and the Hale Pack!

"They aren't," whispered Stiles.

"Hmm?" said Logan.

"They aren't worried about me. They're probably glad I'm gone."

"Now that can't be true. Pack looks after each other."

"I'm not pack in their eyes. I'm just a weak human to them. Or rather, I was when I was still human, but they don't know that. They probably think I'm dead and are glad."

"Come on. There has to be one person who cares about you."

Stiles thought of his dad. The Sheriff would miss Stiles, but he was the only one. No one else would miss Stiles.

"I want to stay here with you. I want you to train me and be my alpha."

Logan looked surprised at this. Stiles was surprised too. He just met Logan, but he already felt he could trust him.

"I, uh, wasn't looking to form a pack. Even though that's probably what I should do, I don't want-"

"Please!" begged Stiles. "I don't wanna go back! Let me stay! I'll be the best beta ever! I'll work really hard and do everything you say! Please let me stay!"

Logan stared at him. He walked over and tugged on his shirt.

"We'll need to buy you some new clothes. I'm pretty big and even though you got a bit bigger, my clothes don't fit you. And we'll need to buy you some room furniture, like a desk and dressers."

Stiles smiled. "Thanks, Logan."

Logan smiled too. "Sure, kid. Now, let's eat! I'm starving!"