The Bravest of the Pack (Sterek)

Part twenty

Stiles walked back into his house, not bothering to look back at Derek. After closing the front door behind him he pulled the curtains over the large windows. He didn't want to risk seeing Derek again if he had decided to stay. Stiles hoped for Derek's sake he hadn't.

He walked over to the table in front of the sofa he was sitting on moments before. He picked the large empty bowl up as well as the pizza box and walked into the kitchen.

Stiles threw the bowl into the sink and the box into a bin then walked back into his living room. He brushed crumbs off of the cushion he was sitting on, making his way upstairs after he was done. 

Stiles walked into his dark bedroom and sat on his bed, looking out of the window at the sky. He could see the moon still in the sky, casting a light haze through his window and across his bedroom floor. His eyes followed the dim light until they stopped at the deep dent in his floor. Stiles stood up and walked slowly over to the spot, his eyes never leaving the crack in the wood.

He sat back down on the floor. Stiles couldn't stop looking at it. Before he knew what he was doing his hand was lightly tracing over it. His head was filled with memories of that night. The feeling of his bones breaking made his heart race, but the sensation of the trees passing him at unbelievable speeds was almost intoxicating. He wanted more.

He stood up and looked back out of his window. His hands started to shake as his body began crushing itself from the inside out. He started climbing out of his window as he was still turning, at least he didn't have to worry about breaking the glass. He'd already done that the night before.