Of all the things he'd been asked to do since becoming a werewolf, this had to be the craziest. It had to be the worst idea in the history of bad ideas and there was no way he was going to be able to go through with it.

Staring at Stiles, Scott shook his head slowly, mouth working a few times before he managed to find his words, a pained look in his eyes when he was finally able to speak.

"Stiles I--I can't. I can't do that to you," he said softly. There were voices in his head, instincts telling him that yes he could. That he needed to help his pack grow and this was the first step but--

No. No he wasn't going to do that to her. He wasn't going to inflict this life on her.

"There's got to be some other way."