Out of the frying pan and into the fire, Stiles thinks to himself as his gaze darts between the giant wolves surrounding them. He can feel the heat of their bodies like a physical presence as they close in, the sound of their fast-pumping hearts annoyingly loud in him sensitive ears. They smell of fresh kill, but it wasn’t human.
Lydia’s grip tightens around him to the point where it would’ve hurt if he was a fragile human boy. As it is, he stands solid on his good leg while trying to come up with a plan how to fight off six freaking werewolves when his other leg hasn’t had the time to heal.
Another hour and the gray slick-looking one would’ve been dead already.
The black wolf right in front of them steps out of the formation, growling deeply through its bared teeth. Stiles lowers his chin and snarls, extending his own fangs despite knowing a fight would kill him. The blood on his lips is dry and so are his insides: he needs to feed, or his leg will never heal enough to run. But even then: they’ll never be able to outrun a pack this big.
He wants to tell his sister that it’ll be okay, that they’ll be safe soon, but he can’t lie. He can only glare at the beast before him, waiting for it to leap and snap its jaws at their jugulars. But the wolf doesn’t attack; it fixes its stare on Stiles and lets its eyes light up in a bright color.
Welcome to my country boys au and prepare to suffer with me :))))
Here’s the deal: Stiles and Derek grew up together but after a barn fire at the Hale ranch they grew apart. Derek’s parents died saving him and his sisters who had been camping out in the hayloft that night. Ever since the Hale siblings have all been different in their own ways, Laura moved away to New York for school and decided to stay out there. Cora pushed everyone who cared about her so far away that not even her siblings really know her anymore, and Derek? Well Derek left for the Rodeo.
EdEddNReady 