How did he end up here?

A moment ago, he was just roaming around the abandoned house with you by his side. The old wood creaked under your feet as you tried to navigate through the darkness the best you could.

There was a new threat at Beacon Hills, an alpha werewolf that had been wreaking havoc, stirring up troubles wherever it went, and all the resources that you’ve found led you here to this house.

Derek wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, you were human, he didn’t want you to get hurt although you insisted that you could take care of yourself. He just wanted to get this over with so the two of you could go back.

But then again, nothing ever really went the way that he wanted.

In an instant, to hearing another pair of foreign footsteps in the house, you grabbed onto Derek and pulled him into the nearest hiding place — a small stuffy closet that managed to fit the both of you. The door fell shut with a click. Locked. And it was at this moment that he knew he was doomed.

The tiny space forced your bodies to press together, your hand pressed against his mouth to quiet him. His eyes widened slightly and a few muffled sounds came out before he quieted down, eyes staring into yours almost longingly as his hands went to your waist.

“Good save…” Derek mumbled quietly when you finally lifted your hand from his mouth. The closeness between the two of you made his brain go flatline, like it did every time you were close. And the way that he could feel the warmth of your body against his? He was a goner.

The both of you waited for the foreign footsteps to disappear and heard an echo of the front door shutting, the threat was gone, thankfully.

“How are we supposed to get out though?” He whispered, trying to push the door, which did not budge whatsoever.