Re: By the barbeques.
Having decided to move on from ribs and steak to kebabs--something lighter--Derek slipped past Jeremy to the grill. He'd persuaded Drew to put a few skewers of chicken on the barbecue and was drawn in by their scent. He plucked two while the slave's back was turned using his claws, and then turned around, eyebrow raised in question at the packmate he'd barely conversed with, silently offering to share his illicit kebabs.
It wasn't that Derek was avoiding him, so much as he was unsure what motivated someone like Jeremy--who seemed relatively normal and even shy--to be his not-at-all-normal uncle's companion.