"No, no, Derek." Laura drew away, though she kept her hands on his back in a loose hug. Werewolves were always tactile and comfort had always been associated with touch. Hugs and cuddles, fingers running through the hair, even random jabs in the side. Affection had never been short in the Hale household, and Laura was careful to stick to that. "No matter what, you're a Hale. You'll always be my little brother." And part of the pack, even if Laura didn't know how it would work or what would happen about his position in the pack now.
"Maybe Mom will leave you the pack, instead of me," she joked, attempting to force of levity into her words, though it fell oddly flat. "Keep breathing and don't think about those things."
Finally, after another long hug, she pulled away, settling her hands on his shoulders. "Want to tell me what happened?"