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Chapter 3

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Derek

It smelled like rain, Derek scented. The rain might fall, but he's not turning back. He was in his whole wolf form; hopefully his endless running could get rid of his horny feeling. He'd been running all night.

He was just settling himself by a small stream, smelling the fresh scent of the forest, getting satisfied. Most of his heat was released by his running, and he was so pleased to himself maybe tomorrow he could sleep soundly in Laura's guest room. He's been thinking of buying a house in these woods, but thinking of using his name to buy anything... The whole town would know the famous rich Derek Hale bought a house, and people would keep crawling in.

It's not like he hate people. It's just he did bother if the time he save for himself that he could actually be by himself.

Right before he decided to turn back, a scent ruined his whole night...well, depend on which way he think of it.

It was this scent that he was so certain that intoxicated him. He went from peace to full arousal, and the heat swallowed him completely. He growled to himself in annoyance, struggling between getting back to his uneasy peace he just got and go finding this enticing scent.

Derek gulped, his tongue stuck out, trying to get more fresh air. Terrible mistake, Derek noted when the scent clung on his tongue. His whole body was on fire.

He almost howled, but it turned into a half whimper. He took off and chased after the scent, he knew so clearly which way to go.

The hot guy, Stiles, Derek suddenly recalled when the scent became dense. He didn't know he smell this good. With his whole wolf's nose and no roads' reeking scents, his scent stood out like a flame in the rain.

He stopped when he heard footsteps, and a whimper. He thought it was the sound that came from his own mouth, but he was sure it was a painful whine. He howled and saw a shape of man squatting on the ground.

Stiles turned his head wildly as he heard a howling, and Derek smelled fear spiked from his body. He crept closer and sniffed the air. He was definitely hard now, it took everything not to jump on him.

Stiles gasped and jumped up as he saw Derek. Derek was so huge he had to look down to Stiles.

"I...I mean no harm," Stiles squeaked, his sound strangely like he'd been crying. "Please..." His eyes were filled with tears again.

Derek panicked for a bit how Stiles feared him. He crotched down and sniffed him softly, hoping his fear would be gone. After a few seconds Stiles seemed to relax and reached out his trembling hand in disbelief. He patted Derek's fur with light strokes, and Derek shuddered with joy. Stiles's scent had filled the air surrounding him and brought him comfort.

Derek was surprised how natural this felt, even though he's in his wolf form and Stiles didn't know him. Inside him, he couldn't help the thought of this young man could possibly be his mate. He shuddered at the thought.

"I must be more drunk than I thought," Stiles mumbled as he settled down on the ground next to Derek. Derek nipped Stiles shoulder lightly to show his delight, and Stiles chuckled.

"There, there, big bad wolf." He muttered as he tangled his fingers in Derek's fur. It was almost too much for him. His wolf almost howled for the thrill of Stiles touching him. He decided to tell this exciting news to Laura. She should know.