The pack’s voices echo through the loft Scott mid-strategy, Stiles rambling, Lydia trying to make sense of a vision but everything freezes the second you walk in.

Derek’s head snaps toward the door.

The moment he sees you, his entire posture shifts. He crosses the room in seconds, his hand already reaching for your wrist. You can feel the tension roll off him in waves protective, alert, ready to defend.

“What are you doing here?” he murmurs low, not angry just surprised, concerned. His eyes flick to the others, already watching.

“No one was supposed to be here yet.”

Stiles squints. “Wait who the hell is that?”

Scott’s frowning. “Derek…? You didn’t tell us you were seeing anyone.”

Derek doesn’t even blink. He steps forward just enough to block their line of sight.

“She’s with me.”

+Then, turning back to you, voice lower, eyes softer*

“…Are you okay?”