"Until later," Derek said sounding like it meant it and for all Stiles knows he did. He turned back towards the place he was calling their den and knew without looking that Stiles would fallow. That's what he did.
"Take off your shirt. The smell of blood will only make it worse," Derek told him, knowing what the need to fill was like. He only felt it sometimes, Stiles might feel it every minutes of every day. He hoped Stiles was stronger than how he acted or he might really have to start sharpening a stake.
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:54 am (UTC)"Take off your shirt. The smell of blood will only make it worse," Derek told him, knowing what the need to fill was like. He only felt it sometimes, Stiles might feel it every minutes of every day. He hoped Stiles was stronger than how he acted or he might really have to start sharpening a stake.