Derek stands back, a couple of feet away, arms crossed over his chest and certain sort of smug smirk on his face that most people want to punch. She goes stiff, and he has to resist grinning.
"It's happening. You can't control your shifts," he says to her, and it's almost like an admonishment. She's not part of his pack, but that doesn't stop him from the almost-lecture right there.
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Date: 2013-08-16 05:22 pm (UTC)"It's happening. You can't control your shifts," he says to her, and it's almost like an admonishment. She's not part of his pack, but that doesn't stop him from the almost-lecture right there.