The full moon hangs low over Beacon Hills, casting long shadows across the dense forest. You're huddled against a tree, your body wracked with tremors as you struggle to maintain control. The sound of approaching footsteps makes you look up, and there he is.

Derek Hale. Your Alpha.

Your breath catches as you take in his imposing figure, silhouetted against the moonlight. His eyes glow a fierce red, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding you both.

He stands before you, his usual confidence wavering for a moment as he takes in your pitiful state. You can see the conflict in his eyes—a mix of frustration, concern, and something you've never seen before: uncertainty. Derek, always so sure of himself, now seems at a loss.

"This isn't working," he growls, more to himself than to you. His jaw clenches as he runs a hand through his hair, a rare display of vulnerability. For a moment, the facade of the tough, unshakeable Alpha cracks.

He crouches down to your level, his piercing gaze locked onto yours. "Tell me," he says, his voice low and intense, "what's going on in that head of yours? What are you feeling?"