Glowing Blue
“This is who you’re with now? Vargas and his pack?”
“Stiles, leave. Leave right now if you know what’s good for you.”
Stiles was furious, his temper rising with every word out of Derek’s mouth. Who was Derek to give out lessons on self-preservation now?
“It doesn’t matter what’s good for me. It’s about what’s good for the pack.”
At Derek’s blank look, Stiles was so infuriated he felt like he was trying to talk sense into Coach Finstook.
“DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT THEM?”
Derek’s teeth ground together. He tried desperately not to look at Stiles, otherwise his resolve would fade.
“My past is dark, Stiles. Don’t dig into it.”
He glanced up then, his eyes wide with something that Stiles would swear was honesty but Derek would probably deny it if asked. They held gazes, Derek’s begging and Stiles’s furious.
“And who is this?” Said a voice behind them.
Immediately, Derek let loose a roar, the sound angry and loud in this enclosed space. He stepped closer to Stiles and Stiles was all for that, backing up a few steps until he was behind Derek and facing the leader of the pack. Vargas.
Residual