"I passed her on the way in," Laura reassured him. "She's okay."
Laura squeezed Derek once more, putting all of her love and concern into the hug. Hugs and affection had always been freely given in the Hale household, and with Derek, Laura didn't have to watch her strength or wonder if she was going to squeeze the breath out of him. "You did good, Derek. Never, ever doubt that. And even if you are big, bad Alpha now, you're still my little brother."
She stepped back, digging into her pocket for her car keys only to realize they weren't there. Instead, she'd left them in the ignition. Laura could only hope she'd managed to close the car door. And that the car was still there.
"Take my car, go home and talk to Mom. Keys should still be in the car." She frowned and took a step away, looking around the corner. "I'll take care of the stuff here. Maybe ask Dad to meet me with the truck and a tarp?"
They would need to get rid of the body, take it out to the Preserve and bury it with wolfsbane. Until then, Laura could clean the mess in the hall, try to track down all of the places Derek had been and make sure no trace of him was found inside the building.
"Love you, Der-bear." She reached out to grab Derek once again and drew him down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Now get going."
Laura stepped around the corner, frowning at the body and pool of blood. While blood wasn't something Laura was squeamish over, this was extreme. For all that she was a werewolf, the Hale's weren't violent. They'd never been exposed to this much blood and Laura very, very rare saw dead bodies, beyond those on TV and one memorable trip to the morgue as a high school student, after which she decided she wanted to be a mortician, until she realized that meant smelling rotting bodies all day, every day. No thanks.
But this? This was real. She stared at it, saddened by the fact that her baby brother had been the one to kill the other werewolf, something no one should have ever had to face.
And then she set off to hunt down cleaning supplies.