after all those years filled with wounds, heartache, sleepless nights, evil spirits, and near death experiences, life had calmed down for you and Derek

the two of you settled, bought a house, got married and had a son, Eli.

he worked as a mechanic in his own successful shop and you went on to continue your journalist job.

despite what everyone said about a werewolf and a human in love, Derek was the perfect husband and father, completely devoted and loving in every way possible. everything was perfect.

or at least, that’s what you were believing.

lately, Derek had been having that itch in the back of his mind. that familiar one that clawed at his insides and made him stare at the ceiling instead of sleeping.

he knew something was up, something bad. he could practically smell it in the air and ever since then, he’s been attached to you. more so than usual.

so much so that you’ve been comparing him to a lost puppy and instead of getting all defensive like he usually does, he just lets out a small growl and doesn’t fight it.

maybe something was wrong.

he came home from work one night, tiredness etched into his bones and found you at the sink, washing dishes

he came up behind you, trapping his arms around your waist and letting the wolf inside him breathe in your scent at the crook of your neck and you swore you felt just the slightest prick of his wolf fangs.

yup, definitely something wrong