"Yeah, so I've heard," Derek said with a scowl. That was the whole reason he was back in town, after all. Because Scott and his Pack were falling apart and needed help getting shit under control. He should have stayed in Mexico.
They managed to maneuver their way inside and Derek made a beeline for the sofa so he could prop his leg up again. "There's soda and stuff in the fridge," he said. "Help yourself to whatever. What do you like on your pizza?"
Given her propensity for a crossbow and her knowledge of the supernatural, he was beginning to put together that she was a hunter. It was the only thing that really made sense. He supposed that with Argent taking off for France, it made sense that another family replaced them. Lucky for him, she didn't seem to be intent on taking him out, though he idly wondered if he still had the gun Braeden gave him when he lost his powers.