Claws. No, talons grew from the tips of his fingers and teared at the ground. They were rounded slightly and so sharp they could cut steel. A loud thumping sound filled the air as strong hands slammed down onto the floor. The smell of pine trees and fresh meat surrounded him.
Almost there.
Hungry. So very hungry. It was as if he had never eaten in his life. All he could smell was blood now.
Almost there.
He was so close. But, then again, was 'he' even a he anymore?
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Stiles woke, drenched in a cold sweat. His breath burnt as it came out, he could feel his heart beating harder than it had ever before.
He stood up and walked to his bathroom, he really needed a shower. As he walked into the next room, he glanced at the mirror hanging above his sink and did a double take. Was... was that... blood? Wonderful, just what he needed. A huge nosebleed.
After cleaning his face off and throwing his shirt and bedding in a washing basket, he turned to his mirror again. He had blown his nose and which usually results in some more blood coming out, but nothing did. His face had been covered, how was there no blood in his nose?
Stiles crawled back into his bed, trying and failing to fall back to sleep.
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Derek rubbed his eyes for what felt like the millionth time. On an average night he could read for hours without stopping. Something was different, but he couldn't decide what it was. He didn't feel in danger or have the feeling of impending doom hanging over him and he didn't feel threatened. Something just felt off. It didn't feel bad, or good. It was just... there. Existing in an almost painfully peaceful way.
Cinnamon
Or was it vanilla? He couldn't tell.
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The Bravest of the Pack (Sterek)
FanficCan Stiles really live up to his title? Hello everyone! Just wanted to say I hope you all enjoy! I would also like to say that feedback is greatly appreciated and can help me improve this story and my writing as a whole. Please feel free to comment...
