{in progress} Set around season 4. Stiles needs Scott now more than ever. His nightmares won't leave him alone, and he needs someone there beside him. What happens when Stiles encounters the biggest change of his life?
He never believed it was possible. Well, he was a true alpha. On the night of a full moon, Scott focused. At first, he shifted into his typical wolf form: pointy ears, red eyes, claws, more body hair, fangs. It didn't stop there. Scott's ears grew even more. Just like the other day, the grew past the top of his head. They also grew black fur. Scott grew a long, fluffy black tail. His feet morphed into large black paws, and he winced in pain when his heels extended up his legs. He cried out, falling on to all fours. His clothes tore off, and his bones cracked into an interesting new shape. Scott took a deep breath, thinking his transformation was done, but something nagged in the back of his head. He wasn't done. Scott knew he could shift further than what he currently was.
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Scott looked at the moon and focused again. He growled as his bones crack even more. Finally, something told him he was finished. Scott pawed at the ground, wishing Stiles were there to see him. He knew Talia Hale would be proud of his new appearance.
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Scott howled, making himself known to the forest in Beacon Hills. He was a little surprised, snapping his head around, when he heard another howl. The sound was loud and high pitched. Following that, a screechy howl that came from a different creature emerged. Out of the woods, side by side, trotted a young blue-eyed coyote, and a beautiful amber-eyed fox
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<I helped him. He finally figured it out>, Malia Tate telepathically said.
Stiles looked at Scott, his eyes full of pride. Scott trotted over to his pack before circling Stiles. <I'm proud of you, Stiles> Scott licked the small fox between the ears.
Malia puffed air out of her nose. <Yeah, I'm going to leave. I know you want to lick him somewhere else>. The werecoyote winked before running off in the night.
A little wrestling on the cold winter ground lead to the large werewolf pinning the small werefox on his back. Scott ran his tongue up his white belly, craving his mate more and more.
Something strange happened that night. The moon pulsed with a bright light. Neither Stiles nor Scott payed much attention, but little did they know that they would be linked together through a single entity. Little did they know that the wolf breeding the fox would create something beautiful on the night of the January Blue Moon.
