[And Derek stood in the mouth of the cave. He was in his usual stance, with his hands in his leather jacket pockets and his head held high with confidence.
It was a few seconds before Stiles said anything that he noticed something. Something very off. His scent. It was engulfing his sense of smell. That familiar scent he knew so well, but why.
Why did he smell like--]
Why do you smell like a werewolf?
[Derek pulls his hands from out of his pockets and looks him up and down, almost accusingly. Did he run into a werewolf right before getting kidnapped?]
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It was a few seconds before Stiles said anything that he noticed something. Something very off. His scent. It was engulfing his sense of smell. That familiar scent he knew so well, but why.
Why did he smell like--]
Why do you smell like a werewolf?
[Derek pulls his hands from out of his pockets and looks him up and down, almost accusingly. Did he run into a werewolf right before getting kidnapped?]