Stiles really didn't know how he kept ending up being chased by some supernatural creature practically every day, but here he was again, running for his life from a snarling black bear with a snake tail.
The beast was catching up, and fast. Stiles realized this time he was pretty much fucked. He had come out here to investigate some odd tracks he found by his house that led into the woods, only to find the creature they belonged to. No one else even knew he was out here. They'd probably find his body ripped to shreds after they bothered to notice the teen was missing.
Suddenly there was a roar, but in came from in front of Stiles. He stopped in his tracks, slipping on the wet leaves and landing on his ass. Holy fuck, there's another one?! He thought frantically.
Just then, a flash of white went over his head, slamming into the bear. The bear bellowed, but it was quickly cut off as its throat was slashed.
Stiles sat there, covering his head with his hands and trembling, waiting to be mauled by the other creature. Then he heard footsteps stepped around him and stopped in front of him.
He peeked up and almost melted with relief to see Derek Hale standing in front of him, wearing a white tank top (which was obviously the flash of white he saw earlier) and a smug smirk.
"Need a hand?" He asked, reaching a hand down for Stiles to take.
"You couldn't have saved me just a little bit earlier? I almost had a heart attack from running so hard!" Stiles grumbled, but took the hand he was offered.
The Alpha's hand was warm, but also rough from countless battle scars as he pulled the teen up out of the leaves.
Derek let go of his hand and Stiles choked down his disappointment. Derek turned and headed back towards Stiles' house, Stiles following closely behind.