It’s much harder than he expected, though, to stand beside Stiles on the lawn as his house burns down. Hard to keep his hand on that too-thin shoulder, birdlike under Peter’s fingers. It’s strange trying to reconcile the fragility of a human boy with the predator he is underneath, but Stiles has always shown his true colors under adversity.
He doesn’t cry. He just asks, “Was it them?” Because he’s clever enough to understand what having enemies means but innocent enough not to recognize when one offers comfort.
Peter does what’s easy, and lies, “Yes.” Then he does what’s hard, and stays.
- Part 1 of Fearful Appetites
Stiles might not be a born wolf but Derek thinks maybe he was meant to be. There’s something savage there, lurking. Something hungry.
Ravenously, his mind supplies. Stiles is looking at him ravenously, and if the electric way his nerves light up under the scrutiny is any indication, Derek likes it.
He likes it a lot.
- Part 2 of Fearful Appetites