Stiles paled at Derek's words and it took everything in the slave not to punch the master right where he stood leaning over him. He knew he had blown it the moment he reacted to the sight of the cage and now Derek was using it against him.

"You said I had a choice," Stiles spoke, his voice tense as he looked up at Derek from where he was on the floor wrapped in a towel. "You can't change your mind."