Having Derek show up had been the best thing that had happened to Beth in her entire life. She hadn't expected any good things after the world went crazy, certainly not something as good as him. He'd even managed to make her father like him and that is probably what made Beth fall in love with Derek.
Pack. Group. It all means family and Beth couldn't have gotten by without them. She can fight, but she's not a fighter. She'd thought for sure she was dead that day that she'd found out about Derek being a werewolf. It'd been scary because she hadn't had any prior history. As far as she knew, until that moment, werewolves were fictional. It had been scary, but also very clear that Derek was still Derek whether he was a wolf or a human or something in between. That was all that had mattered to her and the wolf had come in handy. When nights were cold, he could wrap around her, protecting her with his body heat and his fur coat. She'd tease him sometimes, telling him she always wanted a boyfriend and a puppy. With him, she got a two for one deal. She's glad she knows because Derek shouldn't have to carry that by himself and she wants to know him, every part of him. She feels like she does now, at least the most important parts, and she loves all of those parts whether they wear a fur coat or not.
She mumbles, shivering when Derek moves away from her, already half away by the time he returns to camp. She'd always hated waking up on cold mornings, even when she had a bed and blankets to curl up in.
"Mmmm, how offended will you be if I tell you I want the boyfriend back with the fur coat and the inability to speak," she mumbles, eyes fluttering open. She stretches and yawns, running her hands back through her hair to pull it back up, tying it into a ponytail with the hair tie she wears on her wrist and guards like it's a national treasure.
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Pack. Group. It all means family and Beth couldn't have gotten by without them. She can fight, but she's not a fighter. She'd thought for sure she was dead that day that she'd found out about Derek being a werewolf. It'd been scary because she hadn't had any prior history. As far as she knew, until that moment, werewolves were fictional. It had been scary, but also very clear that Derek was still Derek whether he was a wolf or a human or something in between. That was all that had mattered to her and the wolf had come in handy. When nights were cold, he could wrap around her, protecting her with his body heat and his fur coat. She'd tease him sometimes, telling him she always wanted a boyfriend and a puppy. With him, she got a two for one deal. She's glad she knows because Derek shouldn't have to carry that by himself and she wants to know him, every part of him. She feels like she does now, at least the most important parts, and she loves all of those parts whether they wear a fur coat or not.
She mumbles, shivering when Derek moves away from her, already half away by the time he returns to camp. She'd always hated waking up on cold mornings, even when she had a bed and blankets to curl up in.
"Mmmm, how offended will you be if I tell you I want the boyfriend back with the fur coat and the inability to speak," she mumbles, eyes fluttering open. She stretches and yawns, running her hands back through her hair to pull it back up, tying it into a ponytail with the hair tie she wears on her wrist and guards like it's a national treasure.