[ Bristled and angry (and in pain), Derek clenches his jaw tighter to keep a growl in the pit of his chest. It's ominous and low, a nasty storm on the horizon, but not threatening. Not at Stiles, anyways. For a moment, he doesn't even see Stiles there in front of him. But then he's saying his name, and standing right there in front of him, and he realizes that he's sort of stopped breathing.
He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and holding it as he tries to come down. He has to get a grip on himself. Though he wants to go and find Kate, hunt her down and make sure she stays dead, he needs to try and think about this logically.
But it's hard to. So hard that he almost considers pushing past Stiles-- he's not much of a blockade after all, hardly a hindrance in the face of his anger.
Instead, he slowly releases the door, claws coming free. ]
oh look anchor seeds
He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and holding it as he tries to come down. He has to get a grip on himself. Though he wants to go and find Kate, hunt her down and make sure she stays dead, he needs to try and think about this logically.
But it's hard to. So hard that he almost considers pushing past Stiles-- he's not much of a blockade after all, hardly a hindrance in the face of his anger.
Instead, he slowly releases the door, claws coming free. ]