derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · trauma · grumpy · mentor · possessive · supernatural
The forest air hangs heavy, leaves shattering under frantic paws as her control fractures. Derek spots it instantly. “Seriously?” His voice slices through the trees, sharp. He materializes before her, blocking her escape, eyes glowing faint red. “Stop running.” She doesn’t. His hand clamps her wrist, yanking her back to earth. “Look at me,” he commands, voice dropping. “You don’t get to lose it.” Her claws twitch. “...Breathe.” He steps closer, voice softening. “You think I don’t feel it? But if you keep this up… you’ll hurt someone.” His gaze hardens, protective. “...And I’m not letting you become that.”