the moon went up and i went outta my head

[stilestilinski]

WHO: Stiles Stilinksi, Jakob Marlowe, Derek Hale
WHAT: It probably wasn't a good idea for Stiles to be wandering about at night on a full moon, huh?
WHEN: August 31st
WARNINGS: Violent werewolf shenanigans

There was no milk left and Stiles just wasn't having any of that. Yeah he could wait, but he really wanted midnight cereal. It's way more fun that morning cereal anyway.

He had his hands in his hoodie pockets and was humming softly to himself as he walked. There was a place open 24 hours right? Or was that only back home? Well, crap. He'd find out soon enough. What kind of archaic place would this island be if there wasn't at lest one 24 hour convenience store, right?

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[garou]

He squats next to Stiles, half covering the boy's prone body, lips still curled up in a snarl. His eyes are locked on the other wolf, one hand up in a defensive position, the other placed on the ground. His breath is racing, his heart beating fast, and he huffs out a breath, stone still.

He's watching that other wolf, waiting, and he huffs out another growl as he speaks, scraping his claws on the ground into a fist.

[stilestilinski]

Stiles is thankful that the claws are out of his flesh but now all he can smell is his own blood and this is probably the most pain he's ever been in his entire life. He's trying to stay awake because he knows he hit his head pretty hard but it's proving more and more difficult with each shallow, ragged breath he tries to take.

But then Derek is arched over him and he feels the fear inside him lessen just ever so slightly, because at least he's not laying prone and bloody and trembling.

He tries to reach up to Derek but he can't, the pain shooting from his shoulders down to the tips of his fingers. Stiles tries to speak again, but all that comes out are hollow croaks.

Not as much fighting as I would have expected but what can you do. They do what they want.

[inlibrismonstra]

It takes a few lingering moments of a stand off for Jakob to back off a few more steps. Stiles smells like fear and blood, and every beastial instinct drives him to finish it. But his first fight with Derek still lingers on both his own memory and his instincts. Jakob takes a few more slow steps back. This wolf was an alpha, and he had laid claim to Jakob's prey.

He growled, lowly and almost submissively, though irritation and frustration were boiling beneath his fur. He would not turn his back on the other werewolf. He could toe the suicidal line any other day of the month, but this particular night, the beast was not having it. So he continued to walk backwards, slowly. One paw after the other. Eyes glinting in the moonlight, firmly fixed on Derek.

There was easier prey to be had. Easier, unclaimed prey. There is a small, miniscule amount of guilt that will grow tomorrow. He almost killed a kid. A kid.

But right now there was hunger and frustration, and blood on his claws.

And a few blocks away there was an easier meal waiting for him in a dark and comfortable house where no one would bother him.

All right. Fine. This one was Derek's. Mark Stiles on the do not touch list. Message received. His paws scraped at the cement again, one last, lingering hesitation, and then the werewolf was backing away into the shadows, never turning to leave his back exposed.

probably for the best, tbh T^T

[garou]

Derek doesn't move, doesn't shift, waits for the other wolf to back off completely, memorizing his scent. He can smell the hunger, the desperation, and while the wolf inside of him understands, the wolf inside of him is also pissed.

This boy was someone important to someone Derek considered pack. That made this boy, in his own right, part of Derek's pack, regardless of any other feelings he might have towards him. It was the same for Allison, and the same for anyone that Scott considered pack.

This wolf would not touch him.