Chapter 1

My name is Scott. Scott McCall. I am a werewolf. For the past 2 years in fact, but I've had friends to help me. Allison, my um friend who's- never mind, Lydia, a banshee, Malia, a werecoyote, Kira, my kitsune girlfriend, and Stiles. He's been more of a brother than a friend. He's been through hell and back with me, he was the one who helped me heal, heal from everything that has happened. Except this once. Now something's happened to all of us and I don't even know what to do anymore. I'm not even sure… Not even sure whether it was real or not. Not even sure what I'm supposed to do. Not even sure if it even happened. Or was it all in my head?

"It's Scott. Stiles, it's Scott. The berserker. It's him. Kate did it," Kira shot out the moment she caught sight of Stiles.

"What are you talking about?"

"She made him into one of them. I don't know how, but it's him. And if they don't know it, they could kill him. That's why, that's why-"

"That's why Lydia isn't here," he finished. Thoughts rushed through his head and knew what he had to do. He explained, "I know what I have to do. We have to reach out to him, the real him. Like in those sappy movies, I just need to get close enough to-"

"Close enough to what, Stiles? Scott's a berserker, which only adds on to his already insane strength, he would rip you to pieces! And this isn't some movie, this is real life, you don't have the strength to fight him off, you can't even land a punch on him!" An idea popped into Stiles' head and he knew how risky it was, but also knew that it had to be done. He sprinted up to the main room of the temple while muttering, "Ah Scotty boy, this better be worth it."

Upstairs, Peter, Liam and Malia were giving Scott their everything. Malia would jump onto his back and be ready to scratch the mask off, only to be thrown back down before anything could happen. Liam had attempted to tackle Scott down, but he was no match for the captain of the lacrosse team. Peter had tried everything in between. Finally, Malia and Liam managed to hit him hard enough that the berserker fell to the floor with a thud.

Running over to the altar, Peter grabbed one of the antler daggers and tossed it to Malia. He yelled, "Take him! Aim for the skull!" Both he and Liam rushed up to either side of Scott and held him against the wall.

"Kill it! Kill it now!" They screamed, bodies almost breaking under the pressure of the huge bony figure. Malia raised the dagger, but it barely nicked Scott when a swift sound of metal sliced the dagger into pieces. Scott was only down for a few seconds before getting up again and Kira, Malia and Liam continued to hold him off.

"It's Scott. Peter, you gotta give me the bite. I need to reach Scott, but I don't have the strength to do it. I think only someone with a connection to him can do it, and the only one who ever had one was Allison. I like to believe I'm a close second. Come on, bite me!" Stiles blurted out. Peter tried to search Stiles for any sane reason why he would suddenly ask for the bite now of all times. He had offered it to him before, but it was always a fierce refusal. But to suffer the bite for the sake of his friend, he had to admit, it was admirable. He asked, "Are you sure Stiles? You do know it could kill you?"

Stiles nodded vigorously and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "Alright, I'm probably gonna regret this but heck it, it's for Scott. Give me the bite."

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