[Other than having to play puppy pile with Derek every night, the time's passing pretty easily. He hasn't lost his temper with anyone, not even Harris, and he's managed to almost get a handle on this whole werewolf thing.
That is, until he gets the phone call from Derek that's anything but reassuring. He can pick up the panic in his voice, hear the huffing breath from the werewolf chasing him and the sound of feet trough leaves before the phone's dropped and the case fades away from the phone.
His own is dropped as he feels that rage and strength fill him and he's jerking the wheel of the jeep to the side of the road as his hands sprout claws and his eyesight changes to the red-lined vision that usually means very bad, bad news.
Fortunately for Derek, the rage isn't directed at him this time. It's all focused on the interloping werewolf attacking his packmate.
He's out of the jeep and taking off into the woods, hunting for a trace of a scent from either the strange wolf or the familiar human.]
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That is, until he gets the phone call from Derek that's anything but reassuring. He can pick up the panic in his voice, hear the huffing breath from the werewolf chasing him and the sound of feet trough leaves before the phone's dropped and the case fades away from the phone.
His own is dropped as he feels that rage and strength fill him and he's jerking the wheel of the jeep to the side of the road as his hands sprout claws and his eyesight changes to the red-lined vision that usually means very bad, bad news.
Fortunately for Derek, the rage isn't directed at him this time. It's all focused on the interloping werewolf attacking his packmate.
He's out of the jeep and taking off into the woods, hunting for a trace of a scent from either the strange wolf or the familiar human.]