"People hunted you?" asks Barry, horrified. He'd assumed from what Derek had described, but to hear it in such stark terms is devastating. "But why? I mean, if you told twelve year old me I was going to meet a werewolf I'd be terrified. But you're nothing like the stories they tell little kids to frighten them. I mean - "

Barry shrugs. "You say you're more intense on a full moon, but it's hard to picture you doing anything that warrants being hunted like game."