Derek's fingers tightened around his slave's arm, enough to bruise, which he really didn't want. "Stiles, you're not my first slave. And you're not the most violent. I know what I'm doing. My pack would know immediately. And they're 5 minutes away. They'd catch your scent and then Peter would take custody of you. And that means he'd play with you. Let you run as far as you can before ripping you apart. I don't think you want that."

Stiles didn't know how he was going to be staying with him. He didn't know they was a cage waiting for him in Derek's bedroom. A cage he'd be shackled to in three different ways. He didn't know that Derek is a light sleeper and would wake at the barest hint of movement. "Besides, there's nothing in my room that would be able to kill me. So... How long were you at the auction house for?"