Who:Possessed!Derek and void!Stiles; What: Stuff. And things. When: Sometime. Where: Around town. Status | Rating:Closed;just them
He knew something was wrong, if he was in his right mind he would able to tell, but at the moment all the young wolf cared about was the teen in front of him. "Stiles!"Curling his fingers around Stiles wrist, and watching as the younger wolfs ran off to heal. It had been close, and if anything Derek was convinced Scott's attempt to 'help'Stiles was really just a way to kill him. Another thing he'd known better if he were thinking clearly enough. Watching the rest of the boys 'pack' run off to lick their wounds, his attention turned to the other boy, concern in his eyes.
"Are you alright?"He questioned, gaze flickering over him as if to check for injuries. It was wrong, he knew that, but it was...it was Stiles, and he wanted to protect him. Leaning in, he nuzzled the others neck softly, as to comfort him. "If he comes near you again..."he mummered, a soft growl escaping him without thinking about it.