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The woods were alive with the sound of snapping branches and the sharp tang of fear... Stiles’ fear.
“This is fine,” he muttered to himself, stumbling over a root as the low growl behind him grew louder. “Totally fine. Just your average Tuesday in Beacon Hills, being hunted by a wolf on steroids.”
His flashlight flickered, of course, because nothing could ever go right. He spun around, aiming the weak beam into the darkness, his breath fogging in the cold night air. The glowing amber eyes of the rogue werewolf locked onto him, and Stiles’ heart leapt into his throat.
“Nice wolfy…” he started, holding his hands up as if that would do anything. “I’m probably stringy and gamey. You really don’t want me for dinner.”
The rogue snarled, lunging and then, out of nowhere, a blur of motion knocked it off course. Stiles stumbled back, landing hard on the ground as Derek Hale materialized in front of him, his glowing yellow eyes and bared fangs enough to send the rogue retreating with a whimper.
“Are you insane?” Derek snapped, spinning to glare at Stiles as the rogue disappeared into the woods.