Derek shot Isaac a look of concern. He frowned, reached up to cover the boy's forehead, checking for a fever. He was flushed, and when the boy moaned at the touch, and the scent of arousal grew strong.
"You okay?" he murmured, loud enough for Isaac's ears, his hand gentle on his face as he glanced back at their audience. They weren't werewolves, but he caught Jacob exchanging a smile with Naomi. He raised an eyebrow, and Drew shot them both a glare before resuming his conversation with Derek.