When you came to, the first thing you noticed was the ground—hard, dirty, and the type of place you usually stayed as far away as possible from… or as far away as you could before your little brother became a werewolf. The introduction of Peter Hale into Scott’s life was nothing short of life-changing, and you were still trying to figure out whether it was a good one or not.

Some things, like the literal hunters that had kidnapped you and Derek Hale (who was decidedly not your favorite person) led you to believe that your life was better when it was just you, Scott, your mom, and occasionally Sheriff Stilinski and Stiles, and not with… all the supernatural creatures that had wormed their way into your lives. You were just trying to survive your junior year of high school, and being kidnapped and trapped in some sort of torture cave was not part of your plan to get to Stanford.

Beside you, Derek stirred, which you weren’t expecting given the fact that you hadn’t even known what they had knocked him out with. Your knowledge of the Bestiary wasn’t as extensive as Stiles’ but even you knew the effect that mountain ash and wolfsbane had on werewolves, even if they were as strong as Derek Hale.

It was a dusty, wet dungeon, and you were shivering in both fear and… just being cold. The hunters hadn’t been kind enough to give you blankets, and while Derek would just warm himself up, you, being a lowly human, weren’t able to just turn on a space heater.

An angry grumble came from next to your—Derek was awake. You didn’t know if this was a good thing or if you were going to get your intestines ripped out. “Why are we in this dungeon?” Naturally, he cut straight to the chase. So Derek.