Requested by samanthaofanarchy. Thank you so much for all of the requests
that you send to me. Also, since the
werewolf myths in Twilight and Teen Wolf differ we’re just going to pretend
that in both you have to get bitten by a werewolf to be turned into one for
Breaking up with Derek had
been the hardest decision you’d ever had to make. It was heart wrenching, but you weren’t going
to be one of those girls who stuck around with a cheating boyfriend. Your brother, Stiles, had been nervous to
tell you about the interactions he saw Derek having with Jennifer Blake. He knew how happy you were in your
relationship, but he couldn’t stand by and watch you be duped.
Following his confession
you quickly fled town to clear your head.
One of your close out of state friends, Jacob Black, offered for you to
come and spend some time with him and his dad up in Forks. You two had become pen pals back in
elementary school and just continued to keep in touch. When both of your lives became ensnared in
the supernatural, it was nice to have others to talk to.
You’d been in Forks for
about a week when it happened. You had
been out on a jog while Jacob was at a pack meeting. Earlier he had shown you a path in the woods
that you could use as a running path.
Your ear buds were blasting in your ears as you jogged, blocking out the
noise of your oncoming assailant. It
happened in a rush, and you still weren’t entirely sure what had occurred. One minute you were jogging, and the next a
sharp, searing pain was radiating from your side as you were knocked to the
Next thing you remember
you were waking up in the guest bedroom at Jacobs house with an ashen-faced
Stiles leaning over your bedside. “Jesus
Christ, you’re awake.” He sighed, slightly
startled by your sudden consciousness.
With a groan you shifted your position, trying to sit up. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You’re still healing.” Stiles muttered, trying to gently push your shoulders
back down onto the bed.
“Healing?” You repeated, twisting to lift up the side of
your running shirt and examining the skin beneath it. Where there should have been a large bite
wound, you found healed skin. Blood was
smeared around what would have been the edges of your injury, but other than
that and rips in your shirt there was no indication of the injury you had had.
“The bite turned you into
a werewolf.” A voice commented from the
doorway. Your head swiveled quickly in
surprise at Derek Hale standing in the doorway.
“What are you doing
here?” You demanded, the venom in your
voice surprising even yourself. Derek’s
shoulders sagged with a sigh as he shuffled into the small bedroom and took a
seat at one of the kitchen chairs by your bed.
“You were hurt.” He said by way of explanation. Stiles let out an awkward cough before
standing up, earning a dirty glare from Derek.
“I’ll go tell Jacob that
you woke up.” He offered, scuttling out
of the room to leave you on your own with Derek.
“Who told you I got
bit?” You asked, not wanting to fall
into awkward silence now that your brother was gone.
“Stiles. Jacob called him and then he called me.” You scoffed, the movement pulling at the new
skin on your side and making you wince in phantom pain. “Easy, Y/N.
It’s going to be tender for a few days.
Your body isn’t used to healing so quickly.”
Jennifer?” You asked quietly; looking
anywhere but at him in case you saw that he had feelings for her still. Derek groaned and dropped his head into his
hands before looking back up at you.
“I dropped everything,
drove thousands of miles, and broke almost every speeding limit that I know of
to get here because you were hurt and you want to ask me about her?”
He asked, exasperated. “When
Stiles told me that you got bit, it was like everything stopped. The only thing I cared about was getting here. What if you had rejected the bite? I don’t know what I would have done. Having the last things we said to each other
be during a fight would have killed me.
It’s you, Y/N. You’re the one that I want to be with.” He ranted, growing slightly angrier with each
finished sentence. You tried to find
something to say, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. At a loss of what else to do, you used
whatever strength you had to propel yourself out of the bed and towards
Derek. Wrapping your arms tightly around
his neck you crashed your lips onto his, taking him by surprise as he moved to
catch you before you fell onto the ground.
You poured every ounce of emotion you had into that kiss, trying to convey
to Derek just how much he meant to you.
He pulled away first, resting his forehead against yours before moving
to lay you back on the bed.
“Rest now. Tomorrow you’ll feel better and we can start
trying to train you then.” He stated,
smoothing your hair back from your head.
“I love you.” You murmured, relaxing against the mattress
and closing your eyes, smiling at the feel of his hand against your forehead.
“I love you too. Now sleep.”
He demanded, even though you could tell he was smiling as well. With that you let sleep overtake you once