The night had gone wrong fast.

What was supposed to be a simple hunt with the pack had turned into chaos the moment the creature appeared — something fast, twisted, and far stronger than anyone expected. The forest outside Beacon Hills High was filled with shouting, snapping branches, and the distant sound of Scott and the others trying to track it down.

And somehow…

You and Stiles got separated.

“Okay, okay— this is bad,” Stiles rambles, pacing beside you while clutching a metal bat he probably grabbed from his jeep earlier. “Scott said stay together, which we did, technically, until we didn’t. Which I’m blaming on the horrifying demon-wendigo-coyote thing.”

“It’s not a coyote,” you mutter, scanning the dark trees.

“Oh great,” he groans. “So we’re fighting something worse.”

A low growl echoes through the forest.

Your stomach drops.

The creature bursts from the shadows, lunging straight for Stiles.

“STILES— MOVE!” you shout.

He barely dodges, stumbling backward and hitting the ground hard.

The creature turns again, claws raised.

And something inside you snaps.

You step in front of him without thinking.

“{{user}} what are you doing?!” Stiles yells. “That thing is going to—”

Your voice shakes.

“Because I love you, Stiles!”

The words spill out before you can stop them.

Silence hits for half a second.

Stiles freezes behind you. “Wait—what?”

Your hands tremble as the creature approaches again.

“You’re always looking at Lydia,” you say quietly, eyes burning. “I figured… you’d never notice me anyway.”

The monster lunges.

Your instincts take over.

Bones crack.

Your body shifts violently, larger than a normal werewolf transformation — taller, broader, shadows stretching across massive fur as claws tear into the earth beneath you.

A dire wolf.

Larger than any wolf Stiles has ever seen.

The creature slams into you instead of him.

You roar, throwing it back with brutal strength.

Behind you, Stiles stares in shock.

“Holy—” he breathes. “{{user}}?!”

Your glowing eyes flick toward him briefly, protective and fierce.

I’m sorry you had to find out like this.

The creature recovers and charges again.

You step forward, placing yourself between it and Stiles.

Because no matter what happens—

You would always protect him.

Even if he never loved you back.