I look around at the pack. Everyone smiling, no claws or fangs coming out. Even Derek is smiling but, he’s been doing that more since we started dating.
I look to my side and see Peter.
A smirk on his face.
“Ah, look. The little brats are behaving for Christmas.” He remarks.
I laugh, nodding. “Yeah, they are? They don’t want to be on the naughty list, it looks like."
"I don’t think they’ve been on the nice list for years.” Peter laughs.
"It must be the Christmas spirit.“ I tell him, shrugging my shoulders.
"Maybe.” He walks off to kitchen.
“You might want to hide the marks on Stiles, Peter.” I yell, after him.
"What was that about?“ Derek asks, scaring me.
"Jeez. I’m going to put bells on you. Peter and me were talking about how the pack is getting along nicely.” I wrap my arms around him, “why?"
He shrugs, kissing the top of my head. "I want to talk to you. Outside.”
I nod in confusion, letting him lead me outside.
Derek takes a deep breath. “I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for showing me that love can be kind. Love can be true. Love can be tender. That love can be everything I said, without biting me in the ass."
"Derek.” I say softly, not knowing what else to say.
“It’s okay.” He smiles. “I know I just dropped a bomb on you.” He chuckles.