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Derek whined mournfully as he padded silently towards his mate, remaining in wolf form despite the fight being over.
Stiles was resting against a tree, holding a hand against his abdomen. “I’ll be okay, big guy,” he said softly. “That knife wound wasn’t deep. It’s already bleeding less. See?” Dried blood was visible around his hand keeping pressure on the wound underneath.
Derek whined louder, laying down next to Stiles and starting to lick his face gently. He wouldn’t be satisfied until Stiles was getting proper care.
He perked up suddenly as the pack approached. Now everything would be okay.
