Great, this was just perfect! Another werewolf hunter, Derek thought as he listened to Krissy speak. "Sorry about your mom," he chipped in, though he knew it would mean very little if she'd been traumatised. Her story was scarily familiar, it seemed that hunters seemed to come from places of torment in other worlds, rather than lineage like the Argents. "Shit, your dad too? That's terrible, Krissy," he felt for anyone that lost their family so horrifically. His own experiences proved you just never got over that kind of loss. "So you decided to take his place and hunt too?" Derek said with a soft sigh.
When she started to talk about not all creatures being bad, his ears pricked up a little more. Maybe he'd be able to tell her after all? Although he'd have to run it past Cora this time, because she hadn't been happy he'd told Jo without a heads up. Derek gave a nod as she finished, "it sounds as if our worlds aren't too dissimilar," he said with a small smile. "Harsh, with supernatural threats, hunters and some creatures just trying to keep the hell out of all of it so that they don't get dead," he said meeting Krissy's eyes.