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The strange werewolf with all the different shades of greys in his perhaps once upon a time dark colored hair lunges at Stiles who continues to lack a flight instinct, Derek screams for Stiles to run while trying to move but everything from the waist down is useless so he’s left to drag his body towards the stupid human with his aching arms, but the werewolf doesn’t tip Stiles’ throat out or breaks any of the fragile bones hiding beneath the pale skin that in the light of the moon glow what the werewolf does is pull Stiles closer before cupping the back of Stiles neck and slipping a clawed hand to rest against Stiles’ lower back. Derek can’t stop the growl that breaks free from him as the strange werewolf dives in for an unexpected kiss.
- Part 131 of 15 Minutes