"Shocking," he sighs, frowning at her response. Of course hunters, why not? They'll never be able to stop running, not really. Once a Hale, always on the run.

But then Malia goes on and Derek's eyes widen a little. "...how can she turn the whole town against you when most of the town doesn't even know werewolves are real...?" he asks, but honestly? He's already sure he knows the answer and that he isn't going to like it.

Running a hand through his hair, Derek frowns again, shaking his head as he tilts it back toward the sky. "I will never understand how anyone can listen to that man; he's senile." Humans are worse monsters than werewolves will ever be, if you ask Derek.