"Yeah, leader. Same as an actual wolf pack," Derek replies, bolstered by Barry's curiosity. "Women are usually the leaders where I'm from."
Derek looks over to see Barry's sad eyes and nods in confirmation. "My older sister and I were the only ones who survived, and it went to her. That's how it was always supposed to go."
He doesn't mention Peter, because that wasn't Peter who survived the fire. It was something else, something twisted, and he has no place here.
"And then she was killed too, about a year ago," Derek says, nearly laughing at the absurd tragedy that is his life. "And now it's me. I'm the last Hale, but there's no pack to lead." He sits down on the rock again, sighing as he stares out at the water. "Probably a good thing."
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Derek looks over to see Barry's sad eyes and nods in confirmation. "My older sister and I were the only ones who survived, and it went to her. That's how it was always supposed to go."
He doesn't mention Peter, because that wasn't Peter who survived the fire. It was something else, something twisted, and he has no place here.
"And then she was killed too, about a year ago," Derek says, nearly laughing at the absurd tragedy that is his life. "And now it's me. I'm the last Hale, but there's no pack to lead." He sits down on the rock again, sighing as he stares out at the water. "Probably a good thing."