#wolf!scott

“Just a little further, Stiles.”

The human groaned dramatically, leaning more weight on his friend and hobbling as he tried to keep up. “I’m gonna drown here, Scotty.” He gasped as the wolf swung him up into his arms maiden style, picking up the pace as they raced through the woods. If it had been any other day, Stiles would have squawked indignantly and smacked his friend until he’d been released, but with his sprained ankle already twice its normal side and the rain blowing in horizontally through the trees, speed was more important than pride. This whole mission had been a bust, this is what they got for letting Derek talk them into some stupid werewolf meeting miles away from civilization. It’ll be good for the pack, Scott. We need to make alliances with other packs, Scott. He could practically hear Derek’s stupid voice in his head. No one listened when he said it was a bad idea. Sometimes Stiles hated being right.

Negotiations had gone south when the other pack had wanted to take the True Alpha of Beacon Hills with them like he was some sort of door prize and didn’t seemed to like it much when Stiles told them to fuck off. The McCall pack could have taken their rivals if it hadn’t been for their emissary. Stiles had never seen power like that before, the day had been sunny and mild before the first bolt of lightning tore itself out of the sky. Scott had thrown himself on him, knocking them both to the ground as earth exploded around them. The rolling thunder had left him deafened, ears ringing as he tried to clear his head enough to think. The wind had picked up moments later, rain pouring down cold and heavy enough to feel like they were under water. The pack had scattered and Stiles hoped they’d been able to find shelter. Most of them were fast enough to get away from the unnatural storm, but Scott wouldn’t leave his best friend behind, especially when Stiles twisted his ankle so badly he could barely walk.

“Scott?”

“I’ve got ya. Hang on.” The wolf couldn’t get a scent, he was barely able to breathe in the downpour. They were hopelessly lost and there wasn’t time to stop and try to figure out their location. The only thing Scott could focus on was finding shelter before they were struck by lightning or worse. The rocky hills were a good place to start, there had to be a- yes! A small cave, more a shallow hole in the rocks than anything, but it would be good enough for now. He slipped and skidded on muddy leaves as he rolled them both into the temporary shelter, Stiles grunting in pain as he knocked his swollen ankle.

“We’re not gonna get eaten by a bear, are we?” Stiles tried to find the humor in the situation as he slid down the rocky walls and sat in the dirt, dripping into puddles of mud around him. “I really don’t think I can handle a bear on top of everything else today, Scotty. I’m at my bear-limit. In fact it’s-”

“Don’t.”

“You could say it’s-”

“Stiles no.”

“Untenable. I was going to say untenable. Give me a little bit of credit, not everything I say is a pun and I can use SAT words too. I’m the one who helped you study…as unbearable as that was. Okay, I couldn’t help myself!”

Scott huffed a laugh, breath misting upwards as he plopped down beside Stiles in the mud. He was soaked to the skin, clothes clinging to his body and icy cold. He hadn’t been prepared for this, they had no blankets or dry clothes, his cellphone was a waterlogged mess. He hadn’t even brought his lighter with him, not that he could get anything lit when it was this wet outside. The cave didn’t offer much protection either, the stone was chilled and the wind still managed to find them where they huddled together. If this didn’t let up soon, they were going to be in some real trouble. He wrapped his arm around his best friend, pulling him close to share whatever warmth they could between them. “You okay?”

“Honestly? I’ve been better. Nothing’s trying to eat us which is sort of a pleasant change.” Stiles couldn’t stop the full body shiver that cracked his teeth together. “Tiny bit cold too, bearly noticeable.”

Scott pulled the other boy closer, wrapping Stiles tightly in his arms. Wolves ran hotter, maybe if they found a better way to conserve their body heat, they could wait out the storm. “Better?”

“Mmm.” Stiles just hummed, pressing chilled purple lips into Scott’s neck. “Should have brought a poncho.”

“Okay, next time we meet with a rival werewolf pack, I’ll be sure to pack a poncho.”

“You laugh now, but just you wait.”

“Real ponchos though, not the garbage bags my mom used to make us wear when we were little.” Scott promised, resting Stiles’s hands against his chest. The fingers were already dark and trembled with the cold as Scott blew on them, trying to get blood flow back into the human’s hands. Minutes stretched into forever as the storm battered against the stone with no sign of letting up. The wolf found himself dozing, lulled by the cold and the incessant drumming of the raindrops before snapping himself awake. “Stiles?”

The other boy only murmured, face buried into the crook of Scott’s neck. He was so cold he’d stopped shivering and the alpha panicked, cupping Stiles’s face in his hands. “C’mon man, wake up. Stay with me, Stiles. It’s got to be almost over and then we can go home, okay? I’ll wrap you in so many blankets you’ll look like a burrito and I’ll make you hot chocolate too. Does that sound good? Please, Stiles. I need you to stay awake. Stiles!”

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It was hours before Stiles finally opened his eyes, his face feeling swollen and his joints so stiff that it hurt to move. His clothes were still damp, but he was warm, wrapped in something soft and comfortable like an overlarge electric blanket. He was alive! Something had kept him from freezing. He tried to focus his vision, blinded by the bright white that seemed to surround him. “Scott?” The boy’s voice sounded raw, croaking like he hadn’t used it in days. The warmth shifted slightly and Stiles found himself staring into a familiar pair of liquid chocolate eyes set in a strange animal face. “Oh, my god…”

He knew it was Scott, he could tell just by the worried expression in the wolf’s eyes, but everything else seemed feral and Stiles’s heart lept into his throat. Long fangs inched out from the beast’s lip, black nose twitched inches from his face. Then Scott had to ruin everything as his tongue lolled out of his mouth in his best doggy grin, tail thumping excitedly in the dirt as he licked Stiles’s face.

“EW! No, Scott, no. Ugh, this is so gross. You’re the worst wolf ever, bleh.” Stiles laughed, knotting his fingers into the coarse white fur and buried his face in the wolf’s scruffy neck. “You actually did it!” Scott pinned the giggling human down, flopping dramatically on Stiles’s stomach until he oomphed. “Okay, I surrender!”

“Scott? Stiles?” The call was distant, but Stiles immediately perked up at hearing his name.

“Rescue squad is here, bro.” He smiled, scratching Scott behind the ear until the wolf’s eyes rolled in pleasure and pressed his face against the wolf’s muzzle. “Thank you, buddy. Let’s go home, you’re starting to smell like wet dog.”

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Stiles laughs, shaking the wet piece of plastic and blowing another bubble at the two wolves standing in front of them. Lydia crosses her arms. "Stiles, I don't think this counts as training," she says. 

Stiles watches as the iridescent bubble floats towards the tawny brown wolf that is Scott's gorgeous full shift, and Scott snaps at it playfully. Another bubble floats past Derek's snout, and Derek turns, bounding after it. Scott jumps up and chases Derek and the bubble down, yipping happily, and Stiles is happy to oblige them with more bubbles. 

"'Course it is," Stiles says. "Hand-eye coordination -- er, paw-eye? Coordination and all that."

"Right, well, I'm going home," Lydia announces. "You gonna stay?" 

My theory is that Scott's starting to come into (more of) his powers as an Alpha, and the "extra" face was a glimpse of his Alpha-form-to-be.

From the Argent bestiary: “Sometimes Alpha werewolves are able to take on various forms. Generally, they take on the form of a full fledged wolf. However, depending on the character of said Alpha, their form can range from completely normal looking wolf to a monstrous beast.”

So we know that Talia and Laura both were able to shift into a wolf, and Peter's form was kinda gnarly. 

DONE!

Well this took forever , but i think it came out pretty good :>

Stiles mononoke

and some Wolf!derek and scott

Enjoy!

It's time to run with the wolves, Stiles.