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Deltas primarily look like human males, but internally they're female wolves, and they're directly descended from LYKAON. Zeus turned him and his family into the first werewolves, then proceeded to slaughter his children where they lay, semi-conscious, from the change. Only the nine sons he had with the goddess Aphrodite, a water goddess, survived. They inherited magic from their mother, Aphrodite. Water-based magic.
Those nine Deltas create the werewolf race. It quickly became apparent, bitten wolves aren't as strong, fast, or powerful as born werewolves. The new ones that were bitten and descended from the bitten ones are tied to the phases of the moon.
The Deltas can't mate with humans, only bitten wolves and later on, born wolves, keeping their bloodlines pure. They're breeders of superior werewolves. LYKAON wants one of those lines set above the rest as the ultimate example of pure wolves. The unofficial kings or elites. All wolves want a Delta as their mate. It's the ultimate status symbol to have a Delta choose you or your pack.
LYKAON's favored son Agapitós mated with him when he came of age, and their son, Adrastos meaning "not inclined to run away," was the first of the born Deltas, the unofficial Delta King. As time passes, Lykaon returns to this bloodline and mates with his descendants every five generations, or when they don't find a mate. This bloodline grows stronger while the other eight lines stay the same.
In Poland
1993
LYKAON mates with Claudia when she can't find a mate at 18. She is pregnant with his child when hunters attack and kill her pack. The other nearby wolf packs decided to send her somewhere safe to have her baby and raise him in safety.
They send her to the United States with an armed escort from the American Army, Special Forces. His name was John Stilinski. He swears to protect her, takes her to his base, marries her, knowing she can never mate with a human. He choses to stay human. Sex isn't what draws him to her.
John takes her to his hometown of Beacon Hills where she gives birth on the Wolf Moon, January 27th, 1994. She names her child Wilkksiezycawyc, which is Polish for Wolf of the moon's howl. She identifies the Hales as werewolves immediately.
Talia wants to arrange a marriage between the newborn werewolf and her daughter. She badgers Claudia for months before Claudia loses her temper and reveals, "My son and I are Deltas, and we need a male mate, besides it doesn't work that way for us. We'll be wearing amulets to hide our wolves, and I forbid you to tell another soul we're werewolves." She had to obey a direct order from a pureblood.
In 2004
Hunters kill Claudia with a lucky shot to the head with Nordic Blue Wolfsbane. John tells the story that she died in a car accident.
John's devastated that she's dead, and he didn't save her. He understandably goes a little overboard seeing to Stiles safety, but at the same time, doesn't know how to raise a werewolf so lets Stiles raise himself.
Due to Talia wanting a pureblood mate for her kids, she makes sure her kids and Stiles are friends and get to know each other. She never notices young Peter, not much older than Laura, is enthralled with Stiles' wit and intelligence and finds his moral ambiguity enticing. He wants the boy for himself and thinks if only he were a wolf. He smells so good!
Stiles in turn is drawn to Peter's intellect, his gray morals are icing on the cake for him, and he notices Peter has the most enticing mate smell. Peter feels perfect, but Stiles doesn't trust Talia much. She always seems to have ulterior motives.
Peter's got about ten years before he can act on it, and Stiles isn't sure he wants that, so stays quiet. Peter got a lot closer to Stiles than anyone ever realizes.
2005
Two days before Stiles' 11th birthday, most of the Hales die in a tragic fire.
Peter's in a coma while Laura takes Derek and runs away.
Stiles sneaks in and visits Peter once a month, always a week before the full moon.
2011
Six years later Stiles nearly gets his head caved in when he startles Scott. He persuades Scott to look for a body in the preserve.
They're searching in the preserve when Scott asks, "which half of the body are we looking for?"
Stiles forgot to check. He also didn't think about if the killer's around, but he's pretty sure he can take them. He is a Delta after all. It also helps to have a dad that was in the special forces teach you all of the hand to hand he'snot supposed to know. It also helps when your father's the very first werewolf in creation. Stiles smiles to himself.
Stiles knows by the scent they're close, but the smells muddled up and hard to pinpoint. That's when he hears the dogs barking and sees the flashlights. Crap! It's his dad and the other cops. They split up to hide and Stiles gets nabbed by his dad.
Stiles falls down when an over happy dog jumps on him for face licks. "Dad? Fancy finding you here!"
John looks around. "Stiles? What are you doing here? Is Scott with you? Get home and stay home."
Stiles shakes his head, guiltily. "No, dad, he couldn't come because he wanted to rest up for lacrosse practice tomorrow. I was just heading back."
Stiles doesn't notice the red eyes watching from the underbrush at the bottom of the hill, downwind, where he can't smell it.
The only thought going through its head is pack. It needs a pack to heal and grow stronger. It's operating almost entirely on instinct.
It spots a herd of deer and drives it towards the boy as a distraction. Once they knock him down, he gets close enough to catch and bite him. The boy screams in pain as he runs off with a little howl of triumph. It's not Stiles, it's the other boy. The one that was wheezing. The Alpha hears a dog whistle in the distance. The nurse is calling him back to the hospital.
Won't she be surprised to find out he's an Alpha now? He decides to continue playing the comatose human, or animal controlled werewolf, running around the preserve late at nights.
The bitch wants the bite. That's why Nurse Jennifer lured Laura here. So he'd kill her and be an Alpha. He heard her say that on the phone. Her attempts to seduce him and his wolf haven't worked because both sides of him hold the image of Stiles in their mind and heart. It helps that Stiles' scent is in his room days before the full moon every month. The other boy grabbed by the cop looks and smells like his Stiles. This boy is his... friend. He'll eventually give me Stiles. He smiles in anticipation.
NEXT DAY
At school
Scott tells Stiles about a wolf biting him and that he found the body part, but lost his inhaler.
Stiles notices that Scott's scent smells a little off. Musky. More animal. He puzzles it over. Satomi's not recruiting. There are no other Alphas around, and he knows he didn't bite Scott. Stiles makes a joke about werewolves to see how Scott reacts.
Scott doesn't believe in werewolves.
In their first period class, Stiles hears a cell phone outside ringing and notices Scott looking everywhere for it before locking in on the source of the sound.
Scott's a werewolf now, and the full moon's in four days! This is so, not good. He'll never be able to handle the full moon on his own. He doesn't know a werewolf bit him. That means it was feral and won't be around to guide him through it. Crap!
The girl with the phone comes into their classroom and the vice-principal introduces her as Allison Argent. Argent?! First Scott's bitten by a werewolf and now another Argent. Either history is repeating itself, or this is the Twilight Zone.
Scott hands her a pen, and he looks smitten.
After school
Stiles and Scott head back to the preserve to find Scott's inhaler. They find the area where he thinks he dropped it. The body's gone. His dad didn't mention that it was discovered last night, so someone moved it. He picks up the scent of a werewolf and looks up to see a grumpy werewolf. He smells familiar.
Stiles gets Scott's attention and points out the guy confronting them.
They tell him they're looking for Scott's inhaler.
Grumpy tosses the inhaler at Scott's head, and he miraculously catches it. Grumpy walks off and then it clicks. Derek Hale. If one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern. What's going on?
Stiles looks at Scott. "Dude that was Derek Hale."
Scott gives him a blank look.
Stiles gives the 'come on, man' gesture. "His family burned in that big fire five to ten years ago."
Scott rushes off to work and Stiles goes home.
Stiles walks upstairs, thinking about Scott and how he's going to help him. The best thing may be to wait until he uses some werewolf abilities and confront him. He may have to lock Scott up on the full moon Friday, so he doesn't hurt anyone.
Later that night
Scott's closes up at the vet's office where he works and borrows some supplies to redress the bite wound. He removes the bandage and finds the bite's totally healed. He's shocked and can find no scars or open wounds, not even by feel. He knows he didn't dream it.
He hears a panicked knock on the door. He opens the door to find Allison in the rain.
She tells him she hit a dog and it's in the trunk.
He goes to get the dog from the trunk and it's scared and attacking. He makes eye contact with it and, unnoticed by him, his eyes glow golden yellow, and the dog goes passive. He takes the dog inside and treats him.
Allison takes the chance to change into a dry shirt.
Scott asks her if he can take her to Lydia's party Friday night.
She says yes.
He silently and internally air fists. He can't wait to tell Stiles tomorrow.