Filthy, bloodied, and half-naked, Derek growled where he was standing hunched in on himself. Stiles slowly moved closer and Derek flinched.
“Derek, babe,” Stiles tried softly, and Derek blinked, lifted his head a fraction to sniff the air and Stiles’ chest filled with hope. “Will you come back to me?”
He took another step closer and Derek flinched again, growled louder.
“I know, it’s scary now, and you’re probably hurting, too, but you have to let me help you.”
His hand finally made contact, gently touched Derek’s shoulder. Derek’s head snapped up and he stared at Stiles with huge eyes.