This was certainly not on the plan for today, but here, have some (very messy) feral Derek, you wonderful people, you. ♡
“Get back!” The Hunter’s wild, panicked eyes glow like twin full moons in the darkened room. “I’ve got wolfsbane! And—And— The others will be back soon!”
Derek doesn’t slow his approach.
The young Hunter stumbles backwards, boots scuffing against the worn, hardwood floors. “You don’t want to do this! It’ll mean a death sentence for you, for your pack—"
Derek is on him before he can finish, his fist connecting with the Hunter’s pale, pockmarked jaw, and he crumples to the ground with a sharp cry of pain.
“You took my pack,” he snarls. “And now I’m here to take him back.”
With a whimper the Hunter tries to scramble away, blindly kicking out to keep Derek’s clawed hands at bay, but he is too uncoordinated in his panic, all of his lessons forgotten in the face of a real monster, and it is nothing for Derek to reach down and haul him up by his throat and slam him against the wall.
A few feet away, an ornately framed family portrait rattles.
“Tell me where you’ve taken him,” Derek demands.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Hunter chokes out, desperately clawing at the ironclad grip around his throat. “We haven’t taken anyone!”
Derek leans in until he can smell the fear leaking from of the Hunter’s pores, until he can see his own face reflected in the boy’s shining, terror-stricken eyes.
“Where is he?” He punctuates each word with a violent shake that has the Hunter’s head snapping back and connecting with the wall. Once, twice, three times. When Derek pulls him away the third and final time, it’s accompanied by a weak groan and the sound of crumbling drywall. “Where did they take him?”
“Rot… in… hell…” the Hunter gasps out.
Derek smiles, his vision turning red. “You first.”
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