PART THIRTY SEVEN
Derek zipped his black hoodie up as he stepped carefully through the woods. He set his feet down gingerly, and with purpose so as not to crunch any leaves. His wolf senses were on high alert, and his eyes darted in every direction with in milliseconds. He gripped a thin tree trunk as he stepped around the tree, his whole body tensing even further with each movement and stretch of his muscles. He felt like he was standing on razor blades, hunting something that he had no knowledge about. Derek was not about to tell Stiles that he was going into a hunt blind, Stiles would only worry or try to protect him.
Something doesn't seem right. Derek's wolf could smell fear, anger and a hint of something metallic and sweet in the air…blood, specifically the scent of Stiles' blood. He could feel his wolf clawing at him, urging to be released from its imaginary cage, begging Derek to return to Stiles. He had never experienced his wolf begging to move away from a fight. He shook his head and suppressed the wolf, telling it 'no'. The wolf howled inside of him, reverberating and giving him a headache. Derek continued on, following the sweet scent of his mates blood. From the darkness of the trees he heard a laugh, a familiar voice which made his body coil, ready to attack.
"I knew the scent of his blood would bring you to me." The voice echoed through the trees, and made Derek growl in anger and defense. He stood straight now, realizing who the voice was as he came face to face with the man and the Kanima.
"Gerard. What do you want with him?!" Derek growled through gritted teeth. Gerard met his question with a laugh.
"I needed him to bring me you. Jackson here just played a small role." Gerard motioned to the Kanima which was crouched at his feet, tail whipping back and forth ready to pounce.