Derek ducked when the boy threw the shirt in his face and stood up. "You are mine," he growled. "Whether you think so or not. But you shouldn't have fought me, Stiles. Not after Eterna. Not after Mir. I gave you every chance. I tried to give you freedom, so you could adjust, but you've demonstrated that even this freedom is too much." He gestured to the walls of the cabin. "I'm moving you from the cabin into the main house."