A roar reverberated through the air. Not just any roar; a werewolf roar.
“About fucking time!” exclaimed Stiles. He was going to let Scott win when they next played Mario Karts.
The door to his jeep was yanked open and Stiles realised it wasn’t Scott who had come to save him. It was Derek Hale. A very wet Derek Hale. Stiles mind immediately headed south into an ‘R’ rated place; the wet t-shirt Derek was wearing was very tight.
“You’re back,” was all he could think to say.
Derek didn’t reply, because he was an antisocial dick. Instead he asked: “Does this piece of crap still drive?”
“Uh, yes,” Stiles cried, massively offended on the behalf of his beautiful jeep.
“Then drive. Now!”
It was a pretty normal day for Stiles, except then there was rain and monsters and witches and Derek Hale. All because Derek Hale’s type is psychotic. And apparently, Stiles is stuck right in the very centre of it.
Sterek week 2016 may be over. But I promise to work harder so I can deliver better sterek art. I just want to thank the admins of @sterekweek2016 for reblogging my entries, and to my fandom mates for the reblogs and likes for my posts. I’m really happy that you appreciate my works. Thank you very much guys. Sterek is life, sterek is eternal.