Peter stands over the bloody and unconscious bodies of Y/n and Lydia, Stiles on his knees near them. Now that Peter has the information he wanted, he wants to go and take Stiles with him. "No, I'm- I'm not just letting you leave them here."

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me." He wipes the blood from his chin.

"Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore."

Peter steps up to Stiles and puts his claw under the boys chin, making him stand up. "Call your friend." He lowers his hand. "Tell Jackson where they are. That's all you get." Knowing that this is the best he'll get Stiles pulls out his phone and calls Jackson, only telling him that the girls are badly hurt and that he needs to get them. Peter strides off and Stiles takes one more look at Y/n before he reluctantly follows the man.

Y/n stirs. Everything hurts. She shifts a bit and groans. She opens her eyes and they still glow their vibrant amythest, her magic already working to heal her. She carefully hovers her hands over the slashes to help speed it along enough for her to move. As soon as she's able she gets up and looks around. Stiles and Peter are gone, but Lydia is still here. "Lydia." She breathes and moves to check her over. She puts a hand on her head and sighs after a moment. She'll be alright.

Y/n looks up when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye from afar. Jackson is coming for them. She can't go to the hospital, she'll heal too fast and she doesn't want to deal with questions about that or her eyes. With a grunt of effort she stands and then, with a bit of assistance from her magic, she runs away and to the woods. Jackson will get Lydia help. For now she needs to help herself. Jackson doesn't see her leave, his focus on Lydia when he sees what state she's in and carries her back to the school for help.

Y/n keeps running until her legs give out and she collapses, leaning her back on a tree as she takes labored breathes. Her hands grip where she was impaled, slashes nearly done healing with only pink scars that will soon fade to nothing in another hour or so. She leans her head back, closing her eyes with a sudden dry sob. Everything is going so wrong and she blames herself. If she had just listened to her senses, Lydia might not have been hurt and Stiles wouldn't be God knows where with a psycho.

"Stiles..."

...

The blue Jeep speeds down the road, Stiles tense as he drives while Peter casually looks out the window from the passenger side. Stiles sighs and Peter looks over. "Don't feel bad. Your girlfriend will be healed soon enough." He says nonchalantly.

"You don't know that. You didn't bite her." But his mind goes to her eyes.

"The Bite would do nothing for someone like her."

"What do you mean 'someone like her'?" Stiles doesn't understand but he can guess that maybe Y/n isn't human like he thought.

Peter just gives him a smile not intending to answer him and Stiles lets it go with another sigh. "You know, if the red head lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear people apart."

"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman... Twice a month." Stiles looks over at him in disbelief, very much not appreciating the joke. They eventually pull into a parking garage. They get out and Peter quickly rounds the car to grab Stiles by his collar and pull him along. He stops at the back of a car a few spaces down and Peter pulls keys from his pocket.

"Whose car is this?"

"It belonged to my nurse." Peter simply replies as he starts to open the trunk.

"What happened to your n- oh, my God!" Stiles jumps back when the trunk is opened and the body of Jennifer is revealed. Peter grabs the bag from under her arm and hands it to Stiles, the teen too stunned to look away.

Peter looks between Stiles and the body for a second. "I got better." Is all he answered him with before he closed the trunk. He soon set up for Stiles to track Scott's phone and find Derek.

"Good luck getting a signal down here." And then Peter hands him a small device. "Oh, MiFi." He takes it and Peter opens up a laptop. "And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just personal preference?"

Peter ignores his remarks. "Turn it on. Get connected."

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." And he gets to work. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

"You know both of them."

"No, I don't." Stiles still denies.

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying."

"Dude, I swear to God-" He's cut off by an exclamation of pain as Peter shoves his face onto the keyboard roughly.

"I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you."

Stiles doesn't need the 'persuading' as Peter lets him go and Stiles types away. "What happens after you find Derek?"

"Don't think, Stiles. Type." He demands.

"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?"

"Only the responsible ones."

"Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it."

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs?" Stiles lightly rolls his eyes at the impromptu lesson. "It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them."

"He's not gonna help you."

"Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password." Stiles sighs. He has no choice, he has to put them in. He taps seven keys and Peter looks a bit bemused. "His username is 'Allison'?" Stiles presses seven more keys. "His password is also 'Allison'?" He looks unimpressed now.

"Still want him in your pack?" He raises a brow at Peter.

...

Y/n is healed now, eyes having dimmed to e/c, but she's still in the same spot she was when she collapsed. She keeps thinking about how she messed up, what she didn't do and what she could have done. It's not normal for her to be plagued with so much self-doubt, but in a situation like this, it's very normal.

She knows Lydia will be fine, for now at least, but what about Stiles and Scott? Stiles was with Peter, that, in and of itself, wasn't good at all, but she hadn't seen Scott since the dance. What happened after he left for Allison? Nothing good she guesses. This whole night has been no good.

She perks up a bit when she hears a distant howl. Scott is calling for Derek. A few minutes go by before another howl rings through the air. Derek is calling back.

She finally looks down at her hands. What is she doing here? Scott is out trying to help Derek and she's just sitting here beating herself for nothing. Yes, she didn't do something then, but she can do something now. And this time, she's ready. She clenches her fists and looks up in determination. She stands up and looks around for a moment trying to decide what to do, but a twinge in her chest decides for her. Scott can handle Derek. Right now, she needs to find Stiles.

...

"Wait, what the- that's where they're keeping him?" Stiles asks, confused at what he's seeing on the screen. "At his own house?"

Peter squints at the screen in thought until a look of realization dawns on his face. "Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is." A distant howl makes him turn his head. "And I'm not the only one." Peter gathers the tech and puts it in the back of the car, another howl reaching his ears as he closes the door. "Give me your keys."

Stiles sighs and fishes his keys from his pocket, holding them for Peter to take. "Careful. She grinds in second." Peter takes them, but all he does is bend them so that they're unusable. Stiles takes them back in disbelief and Peter moves to the driver's seat. "So you're not gonna kill me?" Peter looks at him and takes a few steps making Stiles shrink back a bit. "Okay, I-"

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here."

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?"

"I like you, Stiles." Stiles sighs. "Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the Bite?"

"What?" Stiles asks after a moment.

"Do you want the Bite?" He repeats a bit slower. "If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become like us."

"Like you."

"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Or maybe more." He takes Stiles' wrist and holds it up and Stiles doesn't resist, seemingly falling into the web woven by Peter's silver tongue. "Yes or no?" Stiles doesn't say yes but he also doesn't say no. Peter takes that as a yes and opens his mouth, fangs bare, and brings his wrist closer. But then Stiles yanks his arm back from the wolf's grip.

"I don't wanna be like you."

"Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words 'I don't want'. You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles." Peter gets in the car and drives away leaving Stiles by himself. He has a moment of pause, what do I do now? but then it hits him. The hospital. He looks at his Jeep and his ruined keys before he breaks out into a sprint, running the whole way there.

When he finally gets there he squeezes past the elevator doors before they're fully open because he's desperate to see if they're okay. He rushes forward towards Lydia's room because that's the first one he sees but his dad stops him. "You know what? It's a good thing that we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you." Noah says angrily.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I lost the keys to my Jeep. I had to run all the way here."

"Stiles, I don't care!"

"Are they gonna be okay?"

"They? Who's they? Are you telling me someone else besides Lydia is hurt out there?"

"Y/n... she's not-?" Stiles trials off confused, but then shakes his head. He's stuck between being relieved that maybe she was okay and worried about where she was and if she was actually okay. "Nevermind. I-I thought... Is Lydia gonna be okay?"

Noah looks back at the girl in the hospital bed, looking back with a small sigh. "They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock. Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"

Stiles looks at his dad for a moment. Yes, he knows, but he can't tell Noah that because he wouldn't believe him, so he has to lie. Again. "No. No, I have no idea."

"What about Scott or Y/n?"

Stiles glances over the mention of the girl and instead focuses on the fact Scott wasn't there. "What do you mean? What about Scott?"

"Did he see anything?"

"What do you- is he not here?"

"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response."

Stiles looks down and then at Jackson over Noah's shoulder. Jackson just gives a shrug saying 'I don't know'. Stiles sighs. "Yeah, you're not gonna get one." Eventually Stiles gets Noah to tell him about his investigation, that Lydia had nothing to do with an almost ten-year-old arson case. He definitively decided it was arson when he got a key witness, one he won't tell Stiles the identity of. He tells Stiles that it was probably organized by a young woman who wore a defining pendant and that she's in her late 20's by now. Noah has to take a call and Stiles rubs his head in frustration trying to think, and then suddenly he pieces it together.

"Oh."

"Hey, where are you going?" Jackson asks Stiles as he follows him through the hospital.

"To find Scott and Y/n."

"You don't have a car."

"I'm aware of that. Thank you."

"Here, I'll drive. Come on-" Jackson puts a hand on Stiles' shoulder making him stop and round on him.

"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault."

"Look, I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help or not?"

"All right." He finally relents. "Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah." He pulls the keys from his pocket.

"Good. I'll drive." He snatches the keys from Jackson's hand.

They go to continue walking but stop when they see Mr. Argent and two more Hunters. "Boys. I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is."

"Scott McCall? Um... Haven't seen him since the dance." Stiles plays it cool.

"Hmm."

"Jackson, you?" Stiles keeps his eyes on the man in front of them.

"Uh... I... Uh..." Jackson can not play it cool for even a second. "Oh, for the love of God." Stiles knows they're screwed. They throw the teens into an empty room and lock the doors.

Chris holds Stiles against the door. "Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"

"No. I can put it on my to-do list if you just let me go."

"Well, I have, and the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"

"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills."

"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head." He enunciates his words by roughly tapping on Stiles forehead. "The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

Stiles shakes his head. "No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more select-"

He cuts Stiles off by slamming his hands into the door behind him. "Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"

"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?"

Chris points a finger and gives a small chuckle. "I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that."

"Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it."

"Never."

"What if someone does?"

"Someone like who?"

"Your sister." Chris clenches his jaw as he looks at the teen.

He eventually lets the boys go and leaves after he made Stiles explain what he meant. Stiles and Jackson stand in the hall for a moment to just recover from that ordeal. "Stiles!" A sudden call of his name from a familiar voice makes him whip his head towards the sound, a sharp sigh of relief when he sees Y/n running to him. He stumbles a bit when she throws herself at him and hugs him tightly, his arms going around her just as tight. "I'm so glad you're okay." She breathed.

"Me okay? Are you okay?" He pulls away from her, his hands still holding onto her biceps, to look her over. But there's not a scratch on her, not a drop of blood, even her dress was mended, no sign of the claws that had torn the fabric to shreds. "What- how-"

"There's no time to explain right now. I promise I will tell you anything and everything, but we need to find Scott." He wants answers now but he knows she's right so he nods and they all race to Jackson's car.

...

Kate has tried to get Allison to kill Scott and Derek but she couldn't do it. When she went to do it herself Chris showed up and stopped her saying he knew what she did. Chris makes her lower her gun from Scott and then the door to the Hale house opened. Peter rushes past them in a blur. He knocks down Chris, then Allison, and lastly Scott, leaving Kate standing alone. He catches her right before she shoots him and he makes her drop it, throwing her onto the porch of the house. He drags her inside and Allison follows. He has Kate by the neck, claws poised to kill, and he makes a deal with Kate. Apologise for decimating his family and leaving him burned and broken for years and he'll let Allison live.

"I'm sorry." Kate breathes. And a second later Peter slices her neck open, letting her fall to the ground to bleed out. Peter looks at Allison and decides that her apology didn't sound very sincere. He took a step towards her but stops when Scott and Derek come in, shifted and ready. Scott tells Allison to run and she does, a moment later the two Betas charging at the Alpha. The three fight as Allison checks on her dad who is still unconscious. As the werwolves fight Peter slowly shifts into his large monster wolf form.

...

Stiles races down the dirt roads trying to get to the Hale house as fast as possible. "Hey, hey, hey. This isn't exactly an all-terrain vehicle." Jackson complains from the back.

"Yeah. Did you pay for it?" Stiles asks as he drives.

Jackson sighs. "No."

"Then shut up." Y/n looks over at Stiles with a smirk. Probably not the best time to find something like that attractive, but damn, was that attractive.

...

Peter throws Scott out of the window and Allison watches with wide eyes. Peter goes up to Scott and picks him up, holding him up to his face, his feet dangling off the ground. Scott glares at him and kicks him in the chest hard making Peter drop him and flail back, falling down. Tires screech and a horn honks as Stiles pulls up, the lights of the car shining right on the Alpha. The three jump out and Stiles throws a conical flask filled with liquid towards the beastly man but he catches it. "Ohhh, damn." Stiles deflates.

"Nice catch." Y/n sarcastically remarks as she stands in front of the Porsche, eyes glowing angrily. She stretches out a hand, Peter growls, and she snaps her fingers. The flask explodes and the contents ignite, coating his arms in flames. She takes a few angry steps forward as her hands become covered in flames, a faint purple dancing on the edges. She gathers the flames in both hands and hurls it at the Alpha, his whole body now aflame. He roars in pain and sets his eyes on Allison, lunging at her in a last ditch effort.

"No!" Scott yells, jumping up and kicking him away. Peter stumbles as he shifts back to his human form, falling to his knees, burned and gasping for air, and falls onto his back. Allison goes to Scott and when he turns his face from her she tilts it back. She kisses him and he shifts back to normal. Y/n turns her head to Stiles as her eyes dim and she nervously clenches her teeth. He walks over to her and gently takes her hands, turning them over for any burn marks.

"You're not hurt?" He asks.

She let's out a startled laugh before she shakes her head. "No. I'm completely injury free. Promise. You're not... Freaked out?"

"You still have some explaining to do, but... No. I'm not freaked out. Honestly that was kinda hot." He smirked and she laughed again.

"You're such an idiot." She smiled fondly, putting her hand on the back of his neck to bring him closer and kiss him. They pull away at the sound of crunching leaves and everyone looks over as Derek walks up to Peter as he gasps for air on the ground. He stands over him, a foot on either side of Peter, and kneels down.

"Wait!" Scott runs over. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family- what am I supposed to do?"

Derek doesn't answer and everyone watches tensely. "You've... already... decided." Peter breathes out between labored breaths. He forces himself to look at Derek, his eyes shining red. "I can smell it on you!"

Derek raises his claws.

"Wait! No, no! Don't!"

He slashes Peter's throat. His eyes fade and he gurgles, choking on his blood. Peter exhales one last time. Derek stands up and looks back at Scott. His eyes glow red now instead of blue. "I'm the Alpha now."

...

Y/n sits in a chair across from Scott and Stiles who are sitting on her couch in her living room. All of them have changed clothes and she asked them here to finally tell them the truth. "So..." She starts off and takes a deep breath. "I've been keeping a secret from you both. At first it wasn't relevant, but now that Scott's a werewolf and you both know about the supernatural, I've been lying and I'm sorry." She frowned a bit.

"What have you been lying about?" Scott asked.

"Everything pretty much. I knew more than I let on sometimes and if it wasn't obvious already, I'm not human."

"That would explain the glowing eyes and the fire hands." Stiles lightly jokes and she huffs a quiet laugh.

"Yeah."

"So if you're not human, what are you?" Scott wondered.

She sighed and clasped her hands together. "I'm a witch."

Stiles raises his brows and the boys glance at each other in mild surprise. "A witch? Like- like spells and hexes, type witch?"

"To put it simply, yes." She nodded and looked between them, worry written in her eyes at how they'll react.

"That's so cool." Scott smiles and Stiles nods, eagerly agreeing. She smiles in relief and lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"Do you ride a broomstick?" Stiles suddenly asks and she rolls her eyes.

"Pretty sure that's a myth. Although I wouldn't be surprised if another witch out there somehow made it happen. I, myself, have not done that."

"Was your mom a witch?" Scott asks and she nods.

"What else can you do?"

"Um, I can heal wounds, manipulate the elements, see the dead."

"Wait, what?" Stiles cuts her off. "You can see the dead?" She nods. "Badass." He smiles. "I also have heightned senses, like I can smell things normal people wouldn't if I pay attention and I can hear things too. Like how nervous I make you sometimes." She smirks at Stiles and his eyes widen slightly in embaressment.

Scott smiles at the exchange. "Is that normal for witches?"

"I don't think so, to be honest. I actually think those things came from my father, but I have no idea who he is so I have no way of knowing for sure." She shrugs a bit.

"Can you show us something?" Stiles asks with a hint of excitment in his tone.

"More than the fire?" To her slight surprise both of them nod and she shakes her head with a smile. "All right." She takes a breath and her eyes glow, reaching out with her magic and making her grimoire levitate down the stairs and into her hands. The boys watch in amazement and she smirks at them. "This is my grimoire. I made it myself when I was 13. It holds all of the knowledge my predecessors had gathered before me. This is how we learn and when we learn something new, we write it down and pass it on." She handed it to them to let them look at it.

Stiles looked up at her with a sudden thought. "Do you think you could tell what's happening to Lydia?"

"What's happening to Lydia?" She asked worried. With everything that's happened tonight she hadn't been able to check on her or even hear anything about her till now.

"My dad said that the doctors don't know what's wrong with her and that her body kept going into shock like an allergic reaction."

"What the hell are we sitting around here for?" She exclaimed as she stood. She quickly snags the grimoire from their hands, sending it back up to her room, and hefting them up by their collars to get them out the door.

Y/n, Scott, and Stiles snuck into the hospital, keeping low to the ground to avoid being spotted. "Shut the door." Scott whispers and Stiles grabs hold of the handle, starting to close it with a loud squeek. Y/n squints her eyes in disbelief and motions for him to stop, which he thankfully does. A flash of her eyes and a wave of her fingers coaxes the door to close quietly, a twitch of her hand makes it lock. The boys look at her and she smiles a bit smugly but it fades as they stand and she looks at Lydia.

She walks to Lydia's left and gently touches her hair with a frown. "Oh, Lydia." She says quietly as the boys join her side. She sighs and moves her hand away to lift the side of her gown revealing the bloody bandage. Stiles looks away as she gently peels back the tape and lifts the bandage. Her and Scott look at the spot in confusion.

"Is it completely healed?" Stiles asked.

"No, not at all." Scott answers. Stiles looks over in shock and, true to his word, the wound was still very much there.

"I don't get it. The doctor said she'd be fine."

"She will, but the bite isn't healing." Y/n said. "She's not a werewolf."

"Then what the hell is she?"

Y/n frowned and replaced the bandage, taking Lydia's hand in hers right after. She closes her eyes and lets her magic flow over Lydia, feeling for anything. There's something there, but she can't tell what it is. She opens her eyes and looks at them with furrowed brows. "I don't know."

...

The moon shines brightly in the sky as Stiles lounges in his backyard. Y/n walks over and smiles down at him before settling down and laying next to him to stargaze. They point out different constellations and Y/n laughs every time he makes connections for random things like a her shoe and even the Jeep, things that she could actually see which made it funnier. She looked over at him as he smiled, a bit victoriously, at having made her laugh again. She admired the moles that dotted his skin and found she'd rather make connections between these stars instead of the ones above.

She reached over and gently traced patterns on his skin, her fingertips leaving tingles in their wake. He's not sure if he'll ever get used to that sensation but a part of him hopes he never does. It's addicting. He turned his head to look at her, turning his face more into her palm in the process. "Are you sure you still want to be with me even though I'm not like you?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. The question had been on her mind ever since she told him what she was. She's glad she did it, but it still worries her what he'll do now that he knows.

"Y/n, you don't have to be like me for me to fall for you. Honestly, if you suddnely came out and told me you were, like, a three headed bird lady, I'd still want to be with you." Y/n suddenly laughed, words eerily similar spoken by Alan ringing through her head. He furrowed his brows at her but still smiled.

"Good." She finally said and sat up, propping herself up on an elbow to look down at him. "Because you're stuck with me now, Stilinski."

"I think I can live with that." They smiled at each other and he reached a hand up to cup her cheek, moving it to the back of her head to bring her down for a kiss. She laid back down next to him and he put an arm around her. She raised a hand up to the sky, eyes glowing with a soft violet, and conjured glowing sparks like glittering fireflies that danced around her fingers. She set the moon in her sights, tracing a heart shape in the air, the sparkles staying where she left them, before writing 'S+Y/i' in the middle. Stiles lets out a little 'aww' at the gesture, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her temple. She scrunches her nose up a bit, but chuckles. She turned to the glittering heart and gently blew on it, dispersing the magic and letting it drift into the sky.

~~~
Published: 1/20/21
Edited: 4/12/22

Yoooooooo season 1 is done my friends! Thank you for reading this so far! I'm actually having a lot of fun writing this and seeing the few guesses on who's who and what's what that I've gotten. Makes me feel like I'm doing good at keeping some of this story ambiguous and new and that I'm doing good as a writer ^w^
I hope to keep up the mystery as we continue on in to season 2!