"You are all insane!" I yelled, storming into my house as Stiles followed.

"I'm serious!" Stiles argued as I scoffed.

"Yeah, and I'm the Flash!" I retorted as he frowned at me. "Werewolves don't exist, Stiles. Stop pretending like this is some fairytale! It's really life!"

"Scott's a werewolf! Just like Derek, and his uncle! And you will be too if you say yes to Derek!" Stiles had started raising his voice as I laughed.

"What kind of drugs are you guys taking?!"

"We aren't on drugs, Dean! You want proof?" Stiles asked as I crossed my arms.

"Sure. Give me some proof. Show me that werewolves exist!" I watched as Stiles scoffed, pulling out his phone and texting someone, probably Scott.

His friend was at my house in less than 30 minutes, walking in through the door. "Why did you text me to come here?" Scott asked, looking at me.

"I told him." Stiles said quietly as Scott frowned in confusion before he suddenly realized.

"You what?"

"Yeah. Stiles Stilphsyco over here told me you're a werewolf, and I don't buy it for a second." I said as Scott glared at Stiles.

"He had to know! So he could trust us to help him."

"Help him?! With what!" Scott asked as I frowned.

"Jeremy was kidnapped a few hours ago. And I'm going to find him." I said sternly as Scott's expression softened. "So are you going to show me your little werewolf side or is this all some sick practical joke?"

The two in front of me stared at one another in silence for a long time before Stiles took a step back. My annoyance was suddenly clouded by concern and fear as Scott looked down, slowly looking back up.

His nose had become more animal-like, his hair had grown into sideburns almost instantly. He had sharp fangs that had replaced his regular teeth.

And his eyes were glowing a bright gold.

I took a step back and gasped silently. "Holy shit. Holy... SHIT. OH MY GOD." I started freaking out, pacing back and forth. "So the— So the things I've read. All the stories. Like little red riding hood, three little pigs?"

"Those are just wolves that can talk. Stories."

"Yeah, but you're telling me The Boy Who Cried Wolf probably happened? All the stories about werewolves. They're real?" I asked as the two looked at one another and nodded. "Oh— oh my god." I only started freaking out more.

"Well what now?!" Stiles asked, clearly annoyed at how panicked I was.

"There's uh. There's this old family story my grandpa would tell me." I started as Scott shifted back.

"Story?" Scott asked as I nodded.

"My grandpa would tell me that before my ancestors moved to America, they were related to this family of Hunters. I don't— I don't remember the name but I know that my side of the family didn't become Hunters." I started as the two's heads snapped to look at one another, both mentally thinking of the same person.

"When the hunters were around, one of my ancestors got bit by a 'werewolf.' And then they had a family, and my great great grandfather was a werewolf. He was killed after my great grandfather was born... but neither my great grandfather or grandpa held the gene... I think that's why I thought it was just a story. Because they were never actually werewolves." I said as Scott just stared in bewilderment.

"I need you guys to leave. I— I have to let everything set in." I said, quickly pushing them out of the house, despite their protests.

Once I knew they had left, I walked out to the courtyard of my house, taking in a sharp breath. If what I had actually just witnessed was true, then I knew what was going to happen next.

"Derek." I spoke in a normal tone, trying my best to not sound so terrified. I opened my eyes and looked around. No one was there.

I turned my head to look straight again, and there he was. Derek stood a few feet away from me, standing with his legs very far apart.

"You called." He said with a dead look in his eyes as I nodded slowly.

"I've made up my mind." I said, watching him step closer.

"So say it." He ordered. "Tell me what you want."

I stared at him in silence for a long time. "If I do... can you promise me something?"

"That depends on what it is." He replied as I held my nervous tears back.

"Will this make me stronger? Like... strong enough to save my brother?" I asked as he chuckled.

"This will make you as strong as Scott McCall. Maybe even stronger. Now say it."

There was another long moment of silence before I took in a sharp breath.

"I want you to give me the bite."