All you had to do was tell me there was a fucking-- that you have a fucking-- that there's a--
[ Okay, no, fuck this. The screaming gets to be too much for Derek's ears, and his temper, always so evenly kept since signing with Stiles, snaps like a rubberband. In an instant, his eyes turn red, his teeth grow sharp, and he roars, loud and prolonged and echoing, shaking the birds out of their nests and tearing at his vocal chords until they hurt.
It lasts for a good ten, fifteen seconds. The cat stops freaking out, but she does wriggle out of Tate's arms and bolt out of the treehouse, her claws skittering scratches into the wood as she runs and hides outside. She's not far, Tate could find her easily - but she'll be pretty fucking terrified if he does.
Derek only feels guilty when everything goes quiet, his eyes bleeding back to their dull hazel. His fangs are still out, his jaw hanging open like he still wants to tear something apart, but - he doesn't. He just feels dumb, sinking his weight back on his feet. Smooth move, Hale. ]
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[ Okay, no, fuck this. The screaming gets to be too much for Derek's ears, and his temper, always so evenly kept since signing with Stiles, snaps like a rubberband. In an instant, his eyes turn red, his teeth grow sharp, and he roars, loud and prolonged and echoing, shaking the birds out of their nests and tearing at his vocal chords until they hurt.
It lasts for a good ten, fifteen seconds. The cat stops freaking out, but she does wriggle out of Tate's arms and bolt out of the treehouse, her claws skittering scratches into the wood as she runs and hides outside. She's not far, Tate could find her easily - but she'll be pretty fucking terrified if he does.
Derek only feels guilty when everything goes quiet, his eyes bleeding back to their dull hazel. His fangs are still out, his jaw hanging open like he still wants to tear something apart, but - he doesn't. He just feels dumb, sinking his weight back on his feet. Smooth move, Hale. ]