"The Argents and Stiles, too. The Sheriff. I don't know about my uncle and his pack, but knowing him he might stalk his way up to Canada, too." Derek hated the idea of Peter following them, but he hated the idea of him staying in Everett and bothering Faith even more.
He hated this. Absolutely hated this. Like Faith, Derek hadn't really been one to really have friends before. He was always too complicated, too quiet, too angry, too rough around the edges. It had been easier to keep himself from getting hurt that way. Things had changed along the way, and who knew, maybe that was why this whole leaving thing sucked even more, but he already knew he hated it. Absolutely hated it, because she was one of his best friends. Derek Hale had never had many of those, and now it was ending.
He appreciated the fact that she seemed to understand they had to go, though. He hated to disappoint her, and if she would have gotten pissed he couldn't have blamed her, but he was glad that ultimately she wasn't angry at him. Leaving things on bad terms was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Probably in a few days. Some may leave ahead of the group, we're still trying to figure out the logistics behind it all. I'm preparing schedules and groups for you, for the raiders that stay. Maps of areas we haven't hit up, and areas that are not good for supplies anymore. And anything else you need, I'll help you out with it. I don't want to leave you stranded."
Even if that was probably what it felt like. Their group was so damn big at this point, that he knew they'd be leaving a lot of openings. He knew Faith and the rest of the prison were going to be fine, because she was too strong to let this place fall, but Derek was too protective of her to not worry. That was just the way it worked.
It was for that reason that he turned to her, watching her in silence for a moment before adding, "I won't be gone forever. I don't know if I'll come back here to live, if my pack is all in Canada because I need to look after them, but.. You're also a part of my pack. And, well, you know I'm like a bad penny." A shadow of a smirk crossed his lips. "You can't get rid of me that easily."