Derek cried out as blunt teeth dug into the meat of his forearm and tore a chunk free. He managed to keep from instinctively burying his claws into the head that was bowed over his arm. He sucked in several deep breathes as his eyes flashed bright blue.

As soon as the werewolf had managed to calm his instincts he looked down at the short brown hair of the creature that was slowly chewing on a piece of his arm. He let his uninjured arm come up so he could card his fingers through the soft hair.

Brilliant amber eyes looked up, a flash of intelligence and care as the piece of flesh was swallowed.

"Don't worry," Derek said softly as he continued to card his fingers through the zombie's hair. "I'll always take care of you, Stiles."