Dreamer

3.5 stars. Stiles is taken by the Alpha Pack and presumed dead, Derek retreats into wolf form and mourns the loss of his mate. Told in the present tense from Derek's pov with flashbacks not necessarily in time order. Got a little tired of both the flashbacks and Derek's incessant angst but otherwise a well-written fic.

'It doesn’t feel right, having sex on the back lawn under the shadows of his ruined home, but at the same time it’s perfect, the tension of Stiles’ fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulder, the steady pulse of their hearts, the red light of the setting sun turning Stiles’ eyes to liquid gold.

It’s a memory Derek returns to often in the months after Stiles is taken, that quiet evening in the garden. He misses those days more than anything.'