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Scott makes a horrifying discovery. Derek isn’t just brooding. He’s sex-starved. And apparently the only person who can fix it is Stiles. Naturally, Scott shoves him straight into the line of fire before the pack gets torn apart by one very frustrated werewolf.
—Derek’s eyes narrowed. He turned toward Scott with a glare that could melt asphalt. Explain yourself or be eaten—that was his type of vibe.
Scott held up his hands, defensive. “Okay, okay! Chill. The pack’s just… concerned.”
“Concerned,” Derek repeated, voice flat and deeply unimpressed.
Scott winced, his smile cracking. “Yeah. Uh. You kinda made Isaac cry yesterday. Over sparring techniques. And Lydia said she’s not coming back until you get laid.”
Derek froze. His entire body went stiff like someone had poured cement down his spine.
“We’re just wondering,” Scott said, painfully casual, “when the last time was that you had some fun. And if, like… you needed help finding someone?”