Andor.
Derek stood face to face with Bjorn. The air in the atmosphere had changed. Even if he had a stern look on his face, it was obvious that Derek was about to get the beating of his lifetime.
My reluctance to stop it was because this is what I had always wanted, I wanted Derek to have the ability to fight back whenever anyone came against him. The whole hiding around when problems came around was beginning to irritate me anyways, guaranteed he was going to get a beat down but his werewolf healing was going to take care of him in no time. Finally, a worthy bet.
"I would like to see you try," Derek replied with a determined look on his face. Before I could blink, Bjorn smacked Derek across the face causing him to fall face-first on the floor. I winced inwardly, knowing how much it hurt.
