Derek butted her forehead with his and tightened his arm around her.
The two of them, against the world. That was how it felt sometimes. But that wasn't reality anymore. Like Laura said, they had Isaac, and Stiles, and Alice, and Mir and his slaves. And there were the slaves that they'd brought with them from California, like Carol, their cook. And they'd built a home here with the slaves they'd purchased. Drew was Derek's most trusted slave, but there was Miranda, who would be expanding the human portion of their pack further when she finally gave birth to the twins.
"Remember pack dinners?" The younger Hale asked, wistfully.