Stiles had been walking for what seemed ever, Derek told him to meet him out in the woods. Stiles agreed, but he had no idea where 'out in the woods' was, so he started walking. Derek's dog nose would find him, hopefully. Stiles stopped in mid step, now worried that he'd be stuck in the woods over night. The wind picked up slightly and Stiles shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around his small frame.
"Damn it Derek, pulling me out here in the fucking cold... You little bitch." Stiles started as he started walking again, more of trying to get pissed off to keep himself warm.
Stiles looked up at the moon while still walking, that was a mistake. He tripped over a branch and landed on his face, his rear in the air. He groaned softly and sat up, leaves and twigs sticking up in his hair. Stiles looked around, now feeling sad and cold. Stiles stood, brushing himself off and looking around.
Then he got that feeling that he was being watched. His heart started racing, he was prone to attracting the bad creatures that where around, including Derek who had happened to fall in love with him.
"Shit." He whispered as he pulled the bear spray from his pocket, the one that his dad gave him to protect him from Derek, getting ready to at least get a small chance to run.