The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Werewolf

After their lunch of steak and bacon (and curly fries for Stiles), the woman only continues to spoil him as they hop into her Jeep, and now, he’s able to run around and spread his limbs a little, while Stiles walks aimlessly through the forest with him.

She even cooked his steak a little bit, just in case he wasn’t used to being a real wild animal.

She’s just too sweet, he decides.

Too sweet for him.

And yet, she’s consuming his every thought, awake or not.

“He’s outta his mind sometimes, I swear–I don’t have any missed calls.” Stiles mutters to herself as she scrolls through her messages and call log. She huffs after finding nothing new, rolls her eyes, locks her phone and shoves it into her back pocket.

Stiles looks up just in time to see Max trotting over to her, tail happily wagging in all directions, tongue hanging out of one side of his snout as he pants lightly.

Instantly, her irritation melts into fondness and...dare she already say; love...??

Stiles grins when he comes up to brush the length of his body along her hip.

(His head almost reaches her chest, he’s so fricking big. And she’s not the shortest girl at five foot nine.)

The wolf nips and licks and huffs up at her face before whining excitedly and turning tail to speed off back out of sight.

Stiles chuckles, happily watching him lose himself in the run. She briefly wonders how long it’s been since he was last able to do this.

She doesn’t know why, but every time she thinks about where he could have come from, she starts to get a real bad feeling in her gut.

And Stiles should know by now...

She should always listen to her gut feeling...

“Hello there, my dear. Lovely day, isn’t it?”

Stiles doesn’t hear anybody approaching her. Which is surprising, because when she turns around, she finds an elderly man standing just three meters away from her.

(How graceful could he really be in all of these dead autumn leaves?)

“Um...hi...??” Stiles glances around, mostly making sure he’s alone, while at the same time, making sure not to let her gaze stray from him for too long.

I do NOT like the vibes of this guy...

Stiles instantly takes a step back when he grins (far too sweetly for her liking) and takes a step towards her.

The man loses the grin, instead, smiles softly, as if trying to seem nonthreatening. Stiles almost scoffs when he says, “I’m not here to hurt you, girl.”

Stiles folds her arms over her chest, stands her ground as she calmly says, “OK, great...man. Have a nice hike, or whatever.” She offers a friendly smile before quickly turning her back on him and walking in the direction she saw Max run off in.

That is, until she hears the man following behind her. He doesn’t run, simply walks casually behind her.

Even so, Stiles whirls around to shoot him a threatening glare as she firmly grits out her next words, “Look, Percy!–or Cyril!–or whatever World War Two baby name you got cursed with! Leave me alone!”

The man stares calmly at her as he casually tells her, “You’re going to lead me to your new boyfriend, and then, I’m going to kill him. And if you don’t, I’m going to kill you, right now, instead. But I meant what I said before–I’m not here for you. So, let’s just get this over with, my dear, and then, you can go find yourself another boyfriend afterwards, OK? OK. Good. Now, walk or die.”