Derek woke to two paws on his chest and gusts of wind in his face. /Derek! Derek they're gone!/ he heard his pups little voice in his mind.
The werewolf was instantly awake, sitting up and nearly dislodging the puppy in the quick movement. "Shit," he cursed under his breath.
Where the hell could Stiles have gone? He would have thrown something at him if he wanted to get up and start the day. Stiles must have snuck out. Now there were two reasons this was bad. One, Stiles SNUCK OUT! And two, Derek didnt wake up when there was movement in the room. Meaning Derek was comfortable enough around Stiles to let himself relax completely.
He huffed. He'd deal with one crisis at a time. Derek got up, following the winged wolf pup out the door. It was a good thing that they both knew Stiles' scent and immediately caught his trail.