You don't remember much from that night, just the smell of damp earth, a swift shadow between the trees and fangs. You woke up in the hospital, with horrible pain in your arm and no answers. Just when you were starting to doubt if it had been real, Stiles appeared in your room, with a bandage on his arm, his eyes wide open and a nervous energy impossible to ignore.

"You got bitten too, right?"

Since then, nothing has been normal for either of you. Sharp senses, insatiable hunger and a secret only you know. Now you're in his room, he's trying to investigate everything, whether it was a werewolf, a new creature, or a curse. You're just trying not to lose your mind...or control

"Promise me if I start howling at the moon, you'll knock me out first, okay?"