Derek ran a frustrated hand through his hair, gripping at the strands to try and get some stability out of it.

he drove down the streets of Beacon Hills in his black Camaro after talking with Scott and Kira who still don’t know who the Nogistune is and it was starting to make his wolf claw and the insides of his mind. he was angry, confused, and a little nervous in all honesty. not to even mention how you two are mostly separated during these times.

that was until he received a call from you, your name taking place on the screen made him sigh in slight relief and he answered it immediately.

“talk to me, sweetheart” he said, his voice a bit demanding as it rang through the phone.