Wrong Bite (closed with Alphanomore)
Life had been hectic the past week. Ever since that girl's body was found in the woods everything was different and Stiles was still regretting noising where he shouldn't. If he hadn't gone, he had never fell and met with a fucking wolf that had bit him. He knew that there were no wolves in California but he knew what he saw. That was a wolf. And some people had wolves like pets so maybe.. Maybe it was lost. At first he didn't mind it. But then he started to feel it. His body was reacting in the weirdest ways and he was starting to freak out. Scott joked. Said it had been a werewolf which he laughed along. But now... Now he was starting to lose his mind. He went to Google for answers. See if he could have an infection that could explain what was going on. But there was nothing that caught his eyes. So he changed his research for werewolves. When he caught himself he was reading books, studying about lycans and surrounded by thousands of pages. The body alterations.. The scent. The vision, the audition.. The temper.. Sexual urges.. Everything was working in a surreal way.. Like he was.. a werewolf. After being bitten by a wolf that was around when some girl was cut in half. In Derek's proprietary. After he was back. And finding Scott's inhaler and tell them to stay away from the house. At first he thought he was losing his mind. But then he got the proof that night. When he saw the claws, the fangs and the bright yellow colour in his eyes in the mirror. He knew what he had to do. He had to find Derek. He was so sure. It had to be Derek! So he drove to the house and stepped outside, anger running his veins. "We need to talk, Derek. I know you can hear me." he said without shouting. If Derek was a werewolf he would hear him and he would have no reasons to deny it. He was the one who bit him after all. He had some responsibilities over him now.