Derek just barely had the presence of mind to shift back to human when he heard footsteps racing towards him. It turned out to be Stiles, who knew, but hiding his secret was suddenly the last thing on his mind as he glared at the teenager. "You heard screaming so, what? You decided to run towards it?" his tone was scornful, masking the fear he felt, which was only growing as several other teenagers joined them. What was with these kids? Did they all have a death wish?
"It's just a scratch," he added dismissively, pressing a hand to his thigh and squeezing hard, hoping to stop the bleeding. He was healing already, but it wasn't as quick as usual given that the wounds were caused by an alpha. Luckily his other wounds really were just scratches, albeit the werewolf equivalent, given that surface wounds healed more easily for them. His thigh though, that was deeper and it hurt like hell.
"You should all get out of here," he began, then realised that there could be more kids still in the school who hadn't heard the commotion, and the alpha was still prowling somewhere. Fuck. "How many others are here?"
His gaze snapped around when he realised one of the teenagers smelled...off. Not werewolf, but not human either. Something...other. He eyed Trace warily. "You must be new around here," he commented, since he couldn't say anything more direct while there were others around. He knew he had smelled it before (not this kid specifically, but something similar) even if he couldn't quite place it.