Derek Hale - Scent.

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(Im a hoe for this man in all honesty, but i havent ever finished teen wolf and i barely remember it at all so im just turning it into my own lil thing, let me know boo)

Your POV.

I sat on my recliner, a book in hand as i read the paragraphs of words, flying from the page into my own little imagination.

'He grabbed her neck in anticipation...whispering sweet nothings into her ear'

Shivers ran down my spine as i bite my lip.

Its getting good now....

BANG BANG BANG.

"Jesus fucking christ! " I yell in shock throwing my book at my front door as someone had clearly knocked on my door.

"If thats the police, no, i havent murdered anyone!" I shout picking up my book as I open the door.

Showing a panting Derek, shirtless and inviting himself in.

His silence making me nervous.

"Ok, just let yourself in" i say pulling a face as i close the door and lock it.

Watching as he paces in my house, his shoes were missing too.

"What are you doing Derek?" I asked as he rushes to me, covering my mouth gently as i heard men and women outside my bungalow, i lived in the woods.

My own space.

Before wolfy decided this was his escape den.

Knock knock.

The door answered as Dereks claws and eyes shone to me as i stop him, placing my hand on his chest.

"Wait!" I mouthed as he looked down at my hand touching him.

I seperate and unlock the door.

"Hello?" I say answering the door as an old man stood there, a crossbow in his hands.

"Evening son, we were late night hunting and our prey seemed to have wondered somewhere round here, you havent seen a wolf now have you?"

I smirk.

"My...its so generous of you to keep these woods safe for nice folks like myself...thank you~" i say placing my hand over his as his eyes widen.

He laughs nervously.

"Uh-h you're welcome...but we have all night so...thank you, night-" he said in a panic walking away quickly to his buddies as they leave.

I smile and scoff.

"Hunters...idiots" i say closing the door as Derek stood there, looking at me.

"Thanks..."

"No problem, now put a fucking shirt on..." i say throwing him a spare of mine.

He looks at it in disgust.

"Theres no way this will fit me..." he grunted as i roll my eyes.

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