Teen Wolf imagines

Savage animal attack (Sterek)

Stiles's legs ached from the running. They burned and begged him to stop or at least slow down a bit. But he couldn't, so he used to last ounce of somewhat adrenaline to keep going. Just a little farther.

Just a little farther. But as if the universe was completely against him, he collapsed. His legs buckled beneath him and he did a messy front flip and tumbled into a tree.

One moment he was hanging out with Scott and the other he was being chased by a fucking werewolf. Who would've known? The boy who ran with wolves was being chased by one!

Stiles didn't know what to do, his phone must've fell out of his fucking pocket because it sure in hell wasn't there and how the hell was he gonna get out of this situation.

He knew he would be found sooner or later. Wether it be by the werewolf, or his bloody corpse by his father or Scott. You can't hide from a werewolf.

A growl came from behind him. Like it was right in his ear, and he felt the warm breath on the back of his neck. Stiles wanted so badly for Scott to be right on time to save him like he saved everyone else.

But who cares enough to save skinny defenceless Stiles? Who cares enough to save the human? The weak one.

Silent tears rushed down his cheeks. The werewolf looked as if it was smiling at this. The full moon shined down on the two.
This was it, he was going to die. What a pathetic way to die! He wondered what lie they would make up, savage animal attack! That had a nice ring to it.
' Sheriffs son found dead '
' looked to be killed by a savage wild animal '

The wolf clawed at him over and over. The blood seeping out of his open wounds and spilling out on the ground. There was no chance he would survive this. He wouldn't even turn! This werewolf was a beta. He had no chance at all, he was going to die.

Stiles just let it happen. Like he could even do anything anyways. Maybe it was good he was the one dying. Better him than Scott or his dad. All things happen for a reason, right?

He felt his vision start to blur and the pain start to get duller. He was finally dying. His time had come. But as if fate came and slapped and said HAHA just kidding bitch, there was a roar. A roar he knew all to well.

It was Derek.

" Stiles! Stiles, it's gonna be okay " but he could barely even register the words before he felt his life slipping away.

" I'm sorry " Derek whispered before bringing Stiles's arm to his mouth and biting down.

Stiles felt life rush back to him, he felt his blood start to pump, his wounds start to heal. He involuntarily flung himself forward, fangs and claws out, eyes glowing.

But his eyes weren't a beta yellow, they were a beautiful orange. " What did you do to me?! Why did you do that?! "
He screamed. He would rather have died. It sounded harsh but he didn't want to be supernatural.

" You were dying " Derek said through gritted teeth. He couldn't lose Stiles. Sure there conversations were just arguing and him pinning Stiles against walls but he loved Stiles. More than friends.

Derek was still confused about Stiles having orange eyes. If he wasn't a werewolf. What was he?
" Why are you looking at me like I have three heads?! "
Derek sighed and pulled out his phone. Stiles looked at his eyes in the reflection and almost gasped.

" What am I? "