"Derek didn't differentiate so I assume it's bitten or natural." Scott paused for a moment to bite into the peach, wiped the juice from his chin as he chewed then swallowed quickly. "But yeah. I think it's safe to assume Malia's kid is going to be a were. They aren't keeping it so Derek figured no worries, but what if once they're grown they get put back in play here?"
He wasn't volunteering his own reason for wanting to know. Yet.