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Looks like they're not picky about who they'll bring here.

[ And, finally, he replies with a voice message. It's also said in a growl, but Derek does well to keep himself reined in as best as possible.

For now. He's just as strained as the wood beneath his fingers. ]

Sweetie!

[She practically laughs into the receiver.]

I didn't expect to see a familiar face here. What in the world is going on?

[She doesn't seem miffed at all; it's more like a family reunion she hadn't expected to attend.]

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[ The fact the pocketwatch is indestructible is probably the only reason it doesn't break in his grip as she replies. The door is a little less lucky, as his claws sink into wood. ]

You tell me. [ Like he's going to tell her a damn thing. ] You're the one back from the dead.

From the dead?

Don't be silly. No one comes back from the dead.

[Lying felt so good.]

Mm, of course not. Because no one saw your throat get ripped out. How stupid of me.

[ Lie all you want, Kate. Derek knows the truth, here. ]

Trust me, sweetie, if my throat got ripped out, I'd be the first to know.

How about you be a helpful little dear and tell me what's going on?

[It takes about half a second after Kate appeared on the video feed for Stiles to shoot out of his desk chair and skid around the corner of the house from Derek's room to his own. Stiles isn't dumb. He knows if Derek's not thinking straight, if he's blind with anger (which, okay, he wouldn't blame the guy, but still. Not appropriate.), he'd literally run outside and tear her head off with his teeth. He'd threatened it with Stiles--with Kate it was a very real, very gorey, very obvious possibility.]

Derek--

[There's no "ohmygod" of fright, like normal, and he stops in front of the doorway, grabbing onto the other side of the door frame and just staring at him for a second, meeting his alpha reds with a sharp, intense, human gaze of his own. He's not sure what to say, exactly, not yet; maybe his look'll say it for him. Don't do it. It's not worth it. She's not worth it.]

[ 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. ]

[The fact that he should be scared never even registers with Stiles. Derek could literally tear him to shreds without even batting an eye, and the growl practically rattling the doorframe was every sign of it. The moment they've made eye contact feels like it lasts for ages and the tension is so tight you could cut the air with a knife, suffocatingly intense as he literally faces down the beast.

Derek taking a breath is what shatters it, and Stiles finally remembers to exhale himself, still holding onto the doorframe with his hand, a physical block to combine with the emotional one. Derek can't. He just can't go out there and kill her. Even if she deserves it.]

We have to find out how she got here, and--what the hell she's doing here. [He can't claim to understand, can't even begin to feel what it would feel like to face down the person who murdered his family and be unable to take her away. (There was not a single fist he could throw up against cancer--his own sorrow at his family was an endless, quiet soundtrack in the back of his head, compared to what must have been Derek's symphony.)] None of these people know what she is.

[ With a heavy exhale that rumbles at the end, Derek opens his eyes to look at Stiles again. He still hasn't moved and doesn't seem like he intends to any time soon. It registers as strange to him, but it's beneath the rage roiling in him over Kate. Maybe later he'll think on it, but for now it's nothing more than an idle thought.

Flexing his fingers, his claws recede back into blunt nails, though his eyes remain bright and blood red. There's too much there for him to get a handle on them just yet, and it's not as if he needs to here. Not in the Marauders' house, and not with Stiles. ]

She should be dead. [ He doesn't mean for that to come out as pained or strained as it does, in the undercurrent of the growl, but it does. ] We need--

[ His mouth snaps shut, jaw tightening again. They need to warn people, but he knows Kate. It'll turn into he said, she said. ]

[He finally breaks his gaze from Derek's face to his claws, tension sinking from his shoulders as they start to recede. Derek out of control is something he's not used to, something no one's used to, and it's downright disconcerting to watch him heaving with anger like that.

(It puts the thought of Peter in that monstrous form in his head for a minute--the idea of Derek taking that on flickers back somewhere in his conscious but Stiles shoves it out.)

Finally letting his hand drop from the doorframe, he folds them across his chest instead, thinking. Stiles wishes his dad was here, for just a second--even if he's not on the up and up on the whole supernatural thing, he always seemed to know what to say, what to do. All he can do is emulate his dad, and he's doing it only barely consciously as the tenative cloud of a plan starts to form in his head. ] I know, I know, dude, I was there too. Pretty sure throat-slashing generally means death for a human, crazy or not.

[Stiles' brow furrows.]
We can warn Remus personally--the others, too, everyone in the house. From there it's just keeping an eye on her until we figure out something. If she stays alone, she's less of a problem.

[It's code for keeping Derek away from her for as long as possible, too. Unless they can get word out to the rest of the city who she is and what she's done, conspicuously, there's no way to know how many people she'll charm into her side. And if Derek murders her--well, okay, exacts vengeance, really, finishes the job, whatever you want to call it--then he'll be a pariah. Again.]

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