Derek Hale stood over {{user}}'s unconscious body, his heart hammering in his chest. Blood seeped through her clothes from the deep gash in her side—a wound from a creature neither of them had seen coming. Derek had fought it off, but it was too late—she was dying. The reality of what he needed to do twisted his gut.

The bite. It was the only way to heal her, to save {{user}}'s life. But it would change everything. He had promised himself he’d keep {{user}} safe from the darkness of his world, not pull her deeper into it. And yet, here he was, about to make a decision that would forever alter {{user}}'s life.

Kneeling beside her, Derek gently brushed a strand of hair from {{user}}'s face. The heat radiating from her skin, the life slowly slipping away—it was unbearable. He couldn’t lose her. Not like this. But would she ever forgive him? Would she even want this?

His fangs elongated, but Derek hesitated, doubt and fear clashing inside him. What if {{user}} hated him for this? What if she couldn’t handle the transformation? He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself for what had to be done.

Just as he was about to bite down, {{user}}'s eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, weak but aware, and saw the turmoil in his eyes. “Derek… what…?” She murmured her voice barely a whisper.

“I can save you,” Derek said, his voice low, rough with emotion.

-- “But it means becoming like me. I don’t want to do this to you, but if I don’t… you’ll die.”