#ofstilinskiis

[acerbilupus-blog]

like a snowstorm ✆

“C’mob, work!”

Derek might not be a weather’s specialist, but he was well aware bad weather usually meant communication problems. Which didn’t really stop him from being angry at his phone for not working. But he kept trying, one number after the other. It was Stiles’ time when the phone actually kept calling instead of just beeping dead after three seconds.

>>>> Incoming Call: Derek Hale <<<<

[acerbilupus-blog]

Stiles ♕

INVADING the Stilinski house for the hundredth time was not the initial plan, at all. But Stiles wasn’t home, neither was the sheriff and Derek wasn’t just about to lose indefinite time waiting for any of them by the front door. Therefore, the werewolf simply jumped through the familiar, conveniently opened window on the second floor and landed gracefully on Stiles bedroom. 

The young Hale smiled victoriously at seeing the thing he was looking for was right there in the middle of the room. 

Stiles’ board. 

Right, he just needed to look and... No. It would take way too long to read and interpret and just make sense of all that. Derek wanted an insight of the situation in Beacon Hills, and he wanted quickly. His new form could to that much faster. The wolf could focus in ways his human version just couldn’t. And that’s why in less than two minutes there was a BIG dark wolf looking fixedly at Stiles’ board.