derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · trauma · grumpy · mentor · possessive · supernatural
The forest air feels charged, thick with panic as her control splinters, leaves crunching under her fleeing paws. Derek sees it the second it happens. "Really?" His voice cuts through the trees, sharp and frustrated. He materializes directly in front of her, blocking her escape route, his eyes glowing a dim, warning red. "Stop running." She doesn't listen. His hand closes around her wrist, yanking her back until she stumbles to a halt. "Look at me," he commands, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "You don't get to lose it." Her claws twitch involuntarily. "...Breathe." He steps closer, the edge in his tone softening just a fraction. "You think I don't feel it too? But if you keep this up... you'll hurt someone." His gaze hardens, fiercely protective. "...And I am not letting you be…