In this world, werewolves lived alongside humans.
At first there were some issues, mostly for the younger wolves who were learning control and use their powers.
So that’s why in most countries children were separated until high school where they shared some classes. Well, of course there were still some classes for werewolves and classes for humans. Especially P.E and sport teams.
Werewolves, even bitten ones, are of course stonger, but also way taller. For example when Stiles’s best friend, Scott, got bitten, he put on 7 inches in a week. There were no male werewolves under 6’4”. So humans could not rival them at lacrosse or any other sports. Stiles could not imagine being tackled by his best friend. His 147 pounds body would be literally crushed.
A deal made with the werewolves was not to bite humans. Of course there were exceptions. Scott was one with his severe case of asthma. In exchange, werewolves had a particular stature in society: one county, one pack. In Beacon Hills county the Hales were the werewolves. They were really present in the organisation of the town even if key jobs such as the Sheriff or the mayor’s office were occupied by humans.
That’s how Stiles knew the Hales. His dad was the Sheriff and worked closely with Talia Hale, the Judge.
The greatness of werewolves was also celebrated with many town gatherings where humans mostly provided food for the wolves. It was tradition. The wolves could eat a huge amount of food. And it showed. Stiles studied werewolf biology in middle school and learned that male werewolves’ bodies easily stocked calories. That’s why most of the male werewolves were big. It didn’t change their capacities, reflexes or health, but they were just fat.
In the case of Scott, a few weeks after the bite and his growth spurt, Stiles noticed he was gaining weight. He remembered poking at his little belly. Scott told him it was something his wolf liked and that his appetite was basically bottomless. Now Scott was pushing 350, one of the biggest wolves of the school. He was also mostly with his pack. He took some time for Stiles but less than before.
Stiles was not really a big fan of his new pack mates. First there was Isaac Lahey. Another bitten wolf and maybe the smallest. Well if you consider being 6’6 for 280lbs small. He was beautiful but he had the nasty habit of stealing Scott from Stiles. Plus he was a bit arrogant. Well all werewolves are, and he was certainly much less arrogant than Jackson Whittemore. Urgh.. that one was an idiot. Born with a silver spoon, or many, in his mouth, he was walking as if he owned their poor human lives. He was also a bit of a bully with Stiles, even if he stopped, thanks to Scott.
But the one Stiles swore he’d never like was Derek freaking Hale. If Jackson was acting like a spoiled prince, Derek Hales was the freaking Queen of Sheba. Well granted the city belonged to his family. Granted he was the heir of the Hale pack. Granted he was the biggest man Stiles had ever seen (almost 7 feet and an astonishing 400lbs). That was not an excuse to act like that.
“Stiles” called his gentle giant puppy, pulling him in a McCall signature bear hug. He took a deep breath of Stiles’ hair. That was a common thing. Mostly every morning actually. A wolf thing that Stiles accepted. “Got my morning treat?”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “As if I could forget. Just once I forgot it and I had to suffer with your pouting face all day.” He answered pulling out a box of donuts for Scott. It was customary for humans to give food to wolves to show their “gratitude”.
Scott was salivating. “You’re the best bro.” He said finishing in a bite the first donut. “I was so hungry.”
“Aren’t you always?” Stiles snickered while poking at Scott’s massive belly. He growled playfully at that.
“You like it bro.”
Before Stiles could answer, they were interrupted but the other three wolves. Stiles sighed at that. He knew that the wolves knew he was not a big fan of them. And now they were crowding him by his locker. Isaac was eyeing the half emptied box in Scott’s hands trying to pick one.
“Hey!” Stiles exclaimed. “Those are for Scott!”
“And what are you going to do Stilinski?” Whittemore sneered. “Fight us?”
That’s when he felt the bulk of Derek Hale on his side. “Calm down Jacks. Obviously Stiles has a favourite wolf.” At that Scott looked at him surprised.
“Shut up!” Stiles said as he tried to go past them. A bit difficult with these four huge bodies. “Lemme go.”
“Why don’t you bring me food?” Hale asked. “I’m going to be Alpha someday. Everybody gives me what I want.”
“That’s why I don’t. Scott is my best friend and he is nice to everybody. He doesn’t remind me how weak and pathetic I am because I’m human. He’s not arrogant. And he doesn’t walk around like he’s the freakin Queen of Sheba!” Stiles didn’t know what happened. He was yelling at a werewolf. Something you didn’t do. Because, hello they’re werewolves they could destroy you in less than a second. And knew everybody in the hall was looking at them. And looking at him with pity in their eyes.
“Excuse me?” Said Hale. His eyebrows were raised and Stiles understood he annoyed the wolf. He had to find a way out. “What did you just say?”
Then the bell rang to announce the beginning of first period. As the teachers entered the hall, he thanked all the gods for his luck. And he could be safe for at least three hours with his werewolves-free classes.
He was so infuriating.
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