Derek’s been trying for months, It’s the same route every time… He’s never been quite this close before.
Stiles knows to stay on the path, he knows why it’s forbidden to stray remembering the thousand times he’d made the same promise to his Father “I swear, I’ll be careful Dad”.
Stalking… Preying silently through the forest. Wishing he could get closer tosmell, to taste.
Stiles feels it more than he hears it, the quick snap of a twig underfoot. “You’ll have to be quicker than that” he thinks hurrying forward.
Derek hisses at his own clumsiness, he could have almost sworn his prey had heard the crunch of the twig beneath his boot. He stops continuing after a small pause…
Stiles reaches the front door and turns surveying the woods around him.
Derek watches from the shadows under a cover darkness…
A glint of moonlight reflects off of the eyes of his prey and for a second they glow red.
Safe inside the house Stiles can hear the howling of his mate, he won this time reaching the house before Derek could catch him.
He sheds the jacket with a smirk… Red with a hood, Derek always did have a sick sense of humour.