Teen Wolf Imagines (Requests Closed)

Marked (Part 2) - Derek Hale

The loft was freezing. It was always freezing. You wore layers when you came over and stole sweatshirts and sweaters from your boyfriend. Generally, you didn't complain about it. Derek was a werewolf. He ran hot so it made sense for him to keep his home cooler. Plus, he was normally curled up with you, warming you up.

Currently, the pack was scattered around the loft for a meeting. You were colder than normal because you'd gotten caught in the rain and were absolutely soaked by the time you got there. Derek had sent you to take a hot shower and put on some of his clothes. They were already talking by the time you joined them. Everyone greeted you with a smile or a wave but they kept trying to figure out what the latest big bad was.

"You can't find anything, Stiles?" Derek asked as he got up from his seat. Everyone's gaze followed him as he moved to a chest on the other side of the room to get out a blanket.

"I told you, nothing that makes any sense. I'm pretty sure one of the things that came up for purple eyes and acid spit was a fanfic. Maybe we should study it further," Stiles sassed.

Derek rolled his eyes as he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders. "Thank you, Stiles. As usual that was very helpful."

"Well, what about you? What do you know then?" Scott asked as Derek sat.

Your mate glanced at you, looking you over before hopping up again. It didn't faze you. You were used to this. And to be honest, you kind of loved the way he took care of you.

"I have calls into a couple of packs I know. Argent is also doing some digging." Now he was talking from the kitchen doorway so he could watch the kettle he'd just put on to make you some tea.

"Are you sure it's spit?" you asked as a chill went through you. You pulled the blanket more firmly around your shoulders.

Peter frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, did anyone actually see it spit or did you just assume? It could have been blood. Pee...Other stuff."

"Oh, that's nice," Stiles said making a disgusted face. "Thanks for that image."

You chuckled and wrapped your hands around the mug Derek handed you. Ah, warmth. He settled beside you again. "She has a point. Did you see it, Stiles?"

Your friend frowned in thought as you felt Derek's eyes on you again. A second later he was back on his feet.

"Oh my god, Derek," Scott exclaimed. "Are we disturbing you? Can we have our meeting, please?"

You snickered into your cup as Derek turned to growl at Scott and flash his eyes. "Mate."

Peter rolled his eyes, but you didn't miss the fond smile he sent your way. "She was shivering when she got here. He's going to make sure she's comfortable and happy. It's instinct."

"It's annoying is what it is," Isaac muttered.

Peter smirked. "Cheer up, kids. Could be worse. He could be kicking us out to scent her."

"Peter!" echoed through the loft after being shouted by most of the pack.

Derek immediately turned to you and buried his nose in the curve of your neck. Damn his uncle. Your mate usually had good control of his wolf but he was already on edge. And his scent would definitely be dampened between the rain and the shower. "He's right." His lips brushed your ear as he spoke.

"Finish your meeting, baby. There's enough time for that later."