It wrenches Derek’s arm back, causing Derek to let out a loud yelp of pain. The Nogitsune slaps a hand on the wolf’s chest to keep him from budging from its grasp. A thick pulsating heartbeat throbs right beneath its slender fingers. Everything is suddenly still. The room is thick with tension, suffocating silence settling in the air. The fox leans forward, mouth brushing up the side of its captive’s sweat driveled neck. Then it whispers, voice so soft Derek can barely decipher what it’s saying.
"He’s screaming at me to stop. He doesn’t want me to hurt you. Oh his screams were bad when it came to Coach, with Scott, but-" It laughs now, a sadistic, awful sound that would never have passed through Stiles’ lips. "But with you? They’re basically yelps of a madman. And i’m going to have him sit back and enjoy the show. Let our boy who runs with wolves watch me rip your throat out," then it pauses, a wry grin playing upon its vessel’s lips. "With my teeth."