theonlypiecethatdoesntxfit-deac:
“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
“You’re supernatural, too, then. I’m a werewolf. Maybe that’s why?”
She stilled, looking at him, before reaching out as if she would touch him with one hand. Then she wrote, ‘can I see?’
Derek slowly let himself shift, eyes burning blue as he looked at the redhead. Slowly, looking at her hand, he led it to rest on his cheek where the extra hair sprouted with the shift.
She stroked the fur there, lifting a wondering gaze to his changed eyes and altered brow. Then she bent once more to the paper. ‘I don’t know if that makes you safe enough. I should not stay’.