The Hour of the Wolf by Suaine (NC-17)

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Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 54,045 words
Author on LJ: suaine
Author Website: AO3 profile
Why this must be read:

Stiles is so thoroughly human that there's relatively little werewolf!Stiles fic in this fandom—and this is, by far, my favourite. Stiles becomes a werewolf, due to a series if unfortunate incidents—but he's an Alpha werewolf, with nearly incontrollable instincts to attack members of any rival pack that trespasses on his territory—which means big trouble for Derek, Scott and the others.

Watching Stiles and Derek navigate this hardship and its consequences in their trademark push-pull, clumsy way is downright amazing. I love the setup and the execution like burning—really, I couldn't rec this emphatically enough!

“What do you think happened? I lost control, he pulled a gun on me and I ran away.” The following silence weighed heavy on his chest. What was there to say? He'd been right after all and he really wished he hadn't been.

“You're an idiot,” Derek said, which, wait. What? “Do you think if you had really wanted to hurt him, if you had really lost control, that your dad would have survived threatening you with a gun?”

Stiles breathed a little easier. Being called an idiot by Derek somehow soothed the frantic, fluttering panic in his head. “I don't know, man. I completely blanked and then I was all growly and up in his space. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't snapped out of it.”

“The wolf part of you is not separate, you know.” Derek's voice was soft in a way that only the black, shining fur at the tips of his alpha form's ears was ever soft. “It is you, a feral, violent version of you, but still essentially the same. It respects our human bonds even when it does not understand them. Your father is pack in all the ways that matter.”

Stiles remembered waking up on a metal table. “If that were true, wouldn't Scott have been there last night? He's the closest I've got to family other than my dad.”

With his new senses Stiles could pick up the faint sound of Derek's heart beating faster, the deliberate breath he took before speaking. “That's a little more complicated. There are certain instincts that you will have to learn to ignore or control.”

A nervous laugh bubbled up from deep within him. “Like what, murdering all my friends and eating unsuspecting bystanders for dinner?”

“Yes,” Derek said gravely.

The Hour of the Wolf