Derek was nervous and excited at the same time. He could feel the moon thrumming and pulsing just under his skin, setting his veins ablaze. He was a bit worried about what would become of that enticing-smelling teen he had met in the forest that morning when the wolf took over. Would he be able to rein in the impulse to hunt down his potential mate or would he awaken tomorrow next to a frightened, cum-soaked boy?

It wouldn't be long now. Derek could feel the itch of the impending change now. His conscious mind was dimming down, becoming more feral, more wolfish. His sense of human concepts like morality and accountability was fast becoming a distant incomprehensible memory. He could feel his fangs drop and fur beginning to form beneath his hide. He dropped to his knees at the pain of his face bones shifting as his brow ridge became more prominent. The fur along his cheeks was bursting out and he howled knowing the transformation was nearly complete. Derek's claws were the last change to come bursting violently from his fingertips.

The wolf took in his surroundings. Everything was sort of hazy and red-tinged. The ground beneath his paws felt hard and artificial. The world smelled of charred wood and faded fear. The wolf disliked this place. It smelled deathly and it felt like old sorrows. He had lost his pack here and while it was indeed his den still, he felt loathe to remain here any longer. The wolf needed to run, to chase, to hunt.

With a final earth shaking howl, the wolf bolted out through the open door and launched itself into the dark woods. The moon was bright and full and he could here the distant rustling of small tasty woodland creatures.

The wolf wasn't hungry per se, but it wanted to hunt. To run and chase down its prey. It did have a new mate to consider after all. The wolf's mate was skinny and waif-ish. The little pup had smelled of vegetation, he would be a good provider and bring his scrawny mate a tasty, meaty morsel to fill his belly. He might even be inclined to bring his mate a brace of fresh rabbits to fatten him up and make him strong.

The wolf paused, scenting for his prey. There, less than a mile away was a full rabbit burrow. He bolted off in the direction of the bunnies, snapping his jaws and drooling a little.

The rabbits were pretty easy to catch. The last bunny had given the wolf a bit of a trouble, but it was over after a quick chase. Stupid bunnies, they had still been fat and sluggish from sleeping through the winter months. Easy prey.

The wolf was very proud of himself, a mouth full of tasty treats for his mate. He jogged through the woods to the home of his intended. Oh the smell of his little virgin mate was lush. He howled again for the sheer joy of it. How he longed to find his mate and rub his fur against them until their scents mixed.

As the wolf neared his mate's dwelling, he was all too aware of his own arousal. His engorged member was nearly dripping fluid, leaving a trail behind him. He did long to find his mate and sate his lust, but he could tell that the young pup was locked up tight on the uppermost floor of the dwelling.

So the wolf merely laid the bunnies as an offering on the front steps. He did indulge himself a bit though. He paused a while to mark each bit of shrubbery around the dwelling, so other wolves and creatures of the night would know to stay away.

Satisfied in accomplishing his mission, the wolf bounded off into the forest. The eve was still young and he would make the most of it. Get a good run in, before he returned to his den for dawn. He hoped his mate would be pleased with his gifts and recognize that he was a good, strong provider and a worthy candidate of his affections.

Stiles awoke with a groan. Another school day, another day of dull lessons and a difficult battle to keep himself from pissing off too many of his teachers lay ahead. He sighed and got ready. 'Just four more days of this hell and then it's the weekend,' he tried to reassure himself.

When he was dressed and suitably caffinated, that is to say incredibly over-caffinated he opened the front door and shrieked. Stiles slammed the door shut and tried to get a hold of himself. Someone or something had left four dead bunnies on his front steps. What the heck! If this was some kind of sick joke, it was completely uncalled for. And if some wild beastie was responsible for this, again wtf! Why would an animal leave dead rabbits on his front step?

Stiles could hear pounding steps racing down the stairs. Darn it all to hell, he'd woken his father who had been recovering from the late night shift.

"Stiles. What's wrong?" Sheriff Stilinski asked still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Oh nothing. I was just a bit shocked to see the dead rabbits that some sick bastard left on our porch this morning."

"WHAT?!"

The sheriff pushed Stiles aside and opened the door to see for himself. He stared at the rabbits for a bit and nudged one with the edge of his slipper. It just flopped over revealing more of the blood and fang marks on its throat.

"What the hell, Stiles!" Sheriff Stilinksi exclaimed after shutting the door again.

"You just automatically assume this is my fault!" Stiles said, his face all scrunched up in anger. "Look Dad, I'm just as bewildered as you are. I got no clue why someone would leave a family of dead thumpers on our porch either."

The sheriff sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "I'm sorry son. Just be careful today will ya? And text me if you get any more unusual 'gifts' or any other threats."

"Yeah sure, Dad. Sorry to wake you up," Stiles said softly. " I uh, better go before I'm late for school." He took a deep breath, steeled his nerves and opened the door, stepping gingerly over the rabbits.

Yes, Stiles could tell this day was going to be excellent. But surely, it couldn't get any worse than murdered bunnies right? Just his luck.