4. (were)wolf

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any parts of Teen Wolf or its plot or characters. I do not own Derek Hale. However I do own Skylar McCall and some of the things that come along with her plot (Like Harv & Kelly's, etc.).
                          
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     The dream I have that night is vivid. So vivid, that when the blurry images begin to cloud my unconsciousness, I swear I can feel the dirt beneath my feet as I run through the forest. My legs feel like Jell-O and every ounce of my being wants to stop, but my heart is racing in fear. I know if I stop, he'll get me. But I don't know who he is. A tree root seems to spring up out of nowhere, catching my bare toes and sending me tumbling to the earth. My shaky hands wipe the dirt off and I push myself to my feet, the air slowing me down like I'm moving through syrup. My whole body is beginning to ache. 
                          
I can't let him get me, I think, only knowing that if he gets me, I'll die. The tree branches fly past my head as I go from a wickedly slow, dream-pace, to inhumanly fast. I can hear him moving through the forest, effortlessly catching up to me. Before I can even notice he's there, my ankle is punctured by a handful of sharp claws and I'm yanked to the dirt. My chest constricts as the air is knocked out of my lungs, and I quickly flip onto my back, my feet kicking the air as I come to realize he has disappeared. My eyes find my ankle, expecting it to be ripped apart and bleeding, but all I find is smooth, intact skin. 
                          
I sit back up, my lungs no longer aching. The forest is still and empty. Silent. 
                          
"Hello?" I call out, not realizing I should take this chance to run. My dreams are always strange like this—part of me knows it's all my imagination, and wants to see how it plays out, but another part of me is oblivious and has to play along. I simultaneously know nothing and everything, and in the end I usually die. I heard somewhere that it's not good to die in dreams, but mine have always been that way.
                          
A low snarl sounds from the trees behind me, and I hesitantly turn around to face him. Two glowing red eyes stare back at me from the shadows, their brightness preventing me from being able to focus on any other feature of the being. I want to call out to him—to ask, "Who are you? Why are you chasing me?"—but I physically can't open my mouth to force the words out. But as the dream continues, it seems I don't have to ask. A ray from a sun I didn't know was present suddenly peeks through the tree tops, illuminating me and the small clearing in front of me. The creature slowly begins to crawl out from the darkness and into this light, my vision getting blurrier as he does so. 
                          
I'm waking up, I realize, feeling the weight return to my body as the image of the creature slowly fades, swirling back into the dark corners of my mind as reality comes back to me. My eyes snap open abruptly, the hazy picture of red eyes seemingly burned into my brain, swirling around like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. I stay in bed for a moment, waiting for my alarm to go off for school. Stiles and his stupid theories. My subconscious mind takes everything too seriously, turning his radical little joke into a nightmare.