Derek smirks at that, biting back a bit of a smile. Laura would just roll her eyes at him when he came in at dawn, smelling like blood and exhausted.
"Werewolf fight club. Yeah, I guess it was. They were all alright guys, for the most part. We'd set up a place where no humans would come across us and just kind of go at it." His fingertips itch as he remembers it. "Then we'd heal up and go get a beer, even though we can't get drunk."
He looks over at the club again, and he couldn't imagine walking inside. It goes against his every instinct to submit to anyone, especially now that he's the alpha. "There's gotta be a better way." He jerks his head at the club. "Than submitting to strangers."
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Date: 2013-06-15 07:29 pm (UTC)"Werewolf fight club. Yeah, I guess it was. They were all alright guys, for the most part. We'd set up a place where no humans would come across us and just kind of go at it." His fingertips itch as he remembers it. "Then we'd heal up and go get a beer, even though we can't get drunk."
He looks over at the club again, and he couldn't imagine walking inside. It goes against his every instinct to submit to anyone, especially now that he's the alpha. "There's gotta be a better way." He jerks his head at the club. "Than submitting to strangers."