"Okay," Derek said, trying to shake off the feeling of panic, of being fourteen again and knowing that everyone he loved was gone. "Okay, then we'll find them - no, I'm going to get you out of here, then I'll find them, where is - was - where's your tent."
He was still trying to get himself to just fucking focus when Stiles suddenly dragged him away. He muffled a curse and shook his head before wiping a hand over his face. "Okay. Okay, I'm - sorry. Did you see one?" He peeked back around the corner and saw the figure heading away from them. "Get ready to run," he murmured to Stiles, then fired off a stunning curse at the Death Eater.