[ the breath hitches in derek's throat. there's the sensation of something twisting in his stomach, something pulling taut. ]
And that's why you smell like a human.
[ vaguely, he realizes what immediate danger he's in. what would it take for one of his pack to decide they're not satisfied, to want their old life back, to rip his throat out to do it? but it's such a removed thing, smothered by the dull, aching weight of the knowledge that feels something like loss. ]
omg are you changing your icons again MY POOR FUCKING CR CHART
And that's why you smell like a human.
[ vaguely, he realizes what immediate danger he's in. what would it take for one of his pack to decide they're not satisfied, to want their old life back, to rip his throat out to do it? but it's such a removed thing, smothered by the dull, aching weight of the knowledge that feels something like loss. ]