"I don't know what has gotten up your ass this morning but you need to leave and remove it," Stiles said still not backing down, even when Derek leaned in almost caging him against the bed. He was glaring right back at the angry werewolf.
"I have had enough of your mood swings and accusations. For someone that hates it when I make assumptions you have doing that a lot lately," Stiles growled out as a hand came up and pushed on Derek's shoulder. "And I am not yours. You have Isaac."