Don't let me alone

chapter 2

''Okay, big guy, I need you to calm down. I'm not a chew toy,'' Stiles told the creature that glared at him. He swallowed and looked around wildly. The cell was bare. Only a shaggy mattress was on the floor, and he had a toilet and sink in one of the other corners, but nothing he could use to defend himself with.

He now could see that the creature was a werewolf. An Alpha to boot, and f**k. Stiles didn't want the bite, didn't want it when Peter offered, didn't want it when he almost died, and he certainly didn't want it now, but those red eyes were aimed at him, and Stiles knew that he was utterly and completely f****d.

The Alpha was sniffing the air before taking a step in Stiles's direction. He seemed to purr for a moment before he seemed to decide that a chew toy was exactly what Stiles was.

He advanced so fast that Stiles didn't have time to yell before teeth sank in his side. When he felt the pain flash in his side, he yelled and hammered on the Alpha's back until he released him. He was trained by Derek, so he knew a couple of tricks to help him get out of a brawl with a werewolf. But the Alpha was too fast for Stiles.

The Alpha took a couple of steps back but was still growling. Stiles wanted to punch the asshole. He wasn't afraid of werewolves, but s**t. That didn't mean that he wanted to become one!

''You freaking asshole! Consent is a f*****g thing! You should be ashamed of yourself!'' Stiles yelled.

The Alpha took another step back, clearly confused as to why this skinny ass, just barely twenty-year-old man yelled back at an Alpha. He let his eyes glow red, and he growled at Stiles. And that trick didn't work on him since he was seventeen. Just ask Derek. Stiles is a stubborn son of a b***h, so it sure as hell wasn't going to work now with an almost feral Alpha.

Stiles did the only thing he could think of. He growled back. And to be honest, he was shocked by himself, because he was pretty sure that it didn't sound so animalistic before.

He quickly looked down at his side and already saw the wound starting to heal. Well, at least he wasn't going to die from the bite. He only didn't expect that the bite would take so fast. With Scott, it was just healed the next day. Not after just barely a minute.

A rattle against the cage made him flinch. He turned his body towards the sound while still keeping his eyes warily at the Alpha. Who was now looking intently at Stiles but with a little more clarity in his eyes.

''Kill him.'' Grunted the hunter that had brought in the Alpha. He was now standing just next to the cage, offering a freaking knife to Stiles.

''What? No. I'm not killing anybody!'' Stiles cried out.

''Kill him, or he will kill you.'' The man snapped.

Stiles gulped and saw that the Alpha clearly had made his choice. He started for Stiles. Gaining speed fast.

Stiles quickly grabbed the knife that was offered before turning back around, ready for an attack. And he was a lot quicker than just an hour ago. In the momentum of turning back, he knocked the blade right into the Alpha's chest.

Stiles's eyes went wide before he tried to catch the Alpha on his way down to the floor.

''f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k, I'm sorry. I didn't-Sorry, I'm so sorry. f**k!'' Stiles rambled. His cheeks felt wet. He didn't want to kill the Alpha, but he didn't give him a choice! He killed another human being, again. And again for self-defense, but f**k! Flashbacks attacked his mind instantly, Donovan impaled, blood dripping everywhere.

He was pulled back from his flashback when the Alpha gripped his arm tight. Stiles then heard the Alpha speak for the first time.

''It's okay, kid. They will try - to break you - they did with me - I deserve this.'' The Alpha growled out, really soft, and Stiles knew it was for his ears only. And Stiles wasn't expecting what the Alpha was saying.

''How long did they keep you?'' Stiles whispered, knowing the wolf would hear him.

''I've been here - for six months.'' The Alpha breathed out, and Stiles flinched, suddenly afraid that he would be here for a lot longer than he would like.

''f**k. f**k. I'm going to be an Alpha because I killed you..'' Stiles said. Terror taking him over.

The wolf nodded while looking Stiles in the eye. Then his eyes started to fade from red to their human blue. The spark in his eyes died out, and Stiles knew that the man just died.

Stiles felt a rush inside of him, and he let go of the dead man in shock. He threw his head towards the ceiling before letting out an earsplitting roar. His muscles were spasming, his fingers hurt at first when he felt claws splitting the flesh, but the hurt faded fast. He then felt his jaw rearrange itself for his fangs, and that s**t hurt too, but only for two seconds. His sight started to transform into red.

He was panting and was filled with way too much energy. He wanted to run, far and fast he could feel something crawling under his skin that wanted to come out. It was like something was yipping in his mind, eager to be let out.

He did the only thing he could do at that moment, and that was giving in to the thing in his head.

He felt his bones and muscles rearrange, and he cried for a moment from the pain he felt. He didn't know how long he had his eyes closed when everything in his body seemed to rearrange. When he finally opened his eyes again, he was lower to the floor. His hands and feet had turned into paws. When he was done, he let out a loud howl.

''You were right. The kid needed to be a wolf. He will bring in a lot of money.'' One of the hunters said to the other.

Stiles growled at the two, but they weren't bothered. They just walked out of the room again. Leaving Stiles alone in his wolf form with a dead Alpha.