Derek sighed as he plopped onto his couch. The past few years had been rough and he was glad things were finally settled down so he could live a semi-regular life. He also dreaded it though. There were some things he hadn't told Scott and the rest about being werewolves and this new, slower life, well, he was scared by it. More scared than then he'd even been in jail or on the run. Because those situations kept his flaw under control.
He tried to resist his, but already he could feel his appetite gaining the upper hand to combat his new boredom. And that was his flaw. The aspect of being a werewolf that he hadn't told the others. Werewolves all had a flaw, something that was natural as a human but became amplified as a werewolf. Some, like Scott, didn't really seem to have a flaw or they were the type that could channel it into something good, but him? All he could do was work hard and keep active in order to negate it.
But hunger is natural. It has to be sated even as a human. But someone like him? The running and strict rations were the only things that had kept his enhanced hunger at bay. Until now. It had been weeks since anything had happened and the lack of constant running, no supernatural threats to fight, him being a beta again thus not wrestling to control adolescent werewolves, and just a general lack of excitement, his hunger was rearing its head.
In order to try to keep it at bay as long as he could, Derek got up to do a workout. Some pushups, a few fingertip pullups, some boxing. It didn't help. If anything, without the added excitement of the past few years, the workout was amplifying the normal hunger that comes from exerting yourself and only made it harder to ignore.
After a few minutes trying and failing to distract himself, he stopped and headed into his kitchen. He always kept it well stocked despite knowing his flaw. He couldn't help himself. He knew it was tempting himself, but it was the one area of his flaw he just wasn't able to control.
Grabbing a steak out of the fridge, he tossed it on the stove. As much as he loved being a werewolf, this was one aspect that drove him mad. The smell of the cooking meat had his mouth watering more than usual. It took all his willpower not to just tear off the steak still bloody off the burner and eat it raw. He may have been having trouble controlling himself, but he wasn't a complete animal. The steak had to at least be rare, though that wasn't to much better.
After the steak was cooked enough, he plated it, as well as some veggies he had steamed in the microwave.
Sitting at his table, he didn't even bother with a steak knife. He just stabbed his fork into the steak and tore it apart with his teeth. The steak was gone in mere moments. The veggies disappeared just as quickly. His hunger on the other hand was barely sated at all. It wouldn't be long before he was starving again.
Growling at his own lack of control, he headed back into the kitchen to grab...
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