He couldn't ever seem to get away from this town. Every time Derek wanted out and actually went, something always seemed to draw him back. Beacon Hills the supernatural beacon...yeah. No shit...
Derek tore through the woods, the wind in his fur as he stretched the wolf's legs. He made his way back to the place where the old house used to be, all that was left being an empty plot and a few pieces of yellow caution tape that hadn't been cleaned up after they'd bulldozed and cleared the property of the debris. There was a tree out back where he and his sisters used to play, climbing it and they'd talked about building a tree house once, but it hadn't ever panned out. Now, Derek used it to hang his clothes from a low-hanging branch whenever he went for a run as the wolf, because transitioning back out into nudity didn't bother him any, but trying to get back to the loft without being seen was more trouble than it was worth. The SUV he'd finally broken down and traded Laura's old Camaro in for was parked not too far from it and he transitioned back out of wolf form as he moved behind the tree to dress again.
He was zipping up his jeans when he caught an unfamiliar scent carried to him on the wind and Derek's head snapped to the side reflexively as he scented at the air to try to nail down the species. It didn't smell like a werewolf, at least not one from around here. But it didn't smell like anything else either and wolf was as close as he could come up with.
Fangs descending but hidden behind his lips, puffed out with the effort of concealing them for now, Derek came out from behind the tree and looked around. He couldn't see anyone. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he said in a low, booming voice. "I'll find you eventually either way," he pointed out, starting forward and hoping that he was actually following the scent and not the path it floated on the breeze.