Predator

Derek Hale goes for a hunt in the woods when he finds an unsuspecting Stiles Stilinski. Derek tries to control his wolf's instincts so he won't hurt the boy but his wolf might just be too strong.

The taste of blood still lingers on my teeth and lips. I lick at it, eager to have more. How did my life come to this? Dependent on the thrill of the kill. I couldn't help myself. My human side would argue with my wolf, trying to make him feel some sort of compassion. Telling him not to do it and that it isn't right. But in the end, it's my wolf that always won. He is the devil on my shoulder. He is a predator. He needs to kill. He longs for it.