Derek shook his head, allowing Laura to lead him away from the body in the hallway. A trail of blood followed Derek as they walked, but he didn't notice. He was too caught up in the horror of what he had just been through, and stressing about what this now meant for him to notice things like blood or think about cleaning away evidence.
"Not now," he replied, attempting to blink away the fog it felt like he was moving through. "I was, but there was this girl - a witch - she helped somehow, and then I think becoming an alpha helped heal the rest." He laughed a little hysterically. "How can I be an alpha? I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have killed him." But if he hadn't, he'd be dead, and who knew how many of the teenagers would be dead too. At a certain point, fighting had become instinctive, for survival, and thinking had become a luxury.