[ At the lack of a reaction from Stiles and the one he gains from Brigid, Derek regrets it almost instantly, sighing heavily, and he offers a quiet apology.
It takes a few minutes to get as much of the debris from the wounds without ripping them open, freezing when she gasps, and then he's carefully wiping around them, cleaning up as much of the drying and wet blood as he can.
He shouldn't be surprised that it was her own alpha who did this to her, and he's glad he doesn't know more than his first name or he might hunt him down if he ever gets out of here and rip him limb from limb. He could be called a lot of things, but even he wouldn't do this to one of his own. ]
He could have killed you. [ He knows it could be much worse than it is, and his expression goes blank at the thought. ] And the bag?
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It takes a few minutes to get as much of the debris from the wounds without ripping them open, freezing when she gasps, and then he's carefully wiping around them, cleaning up as much of the drying and wet blood as he can.
He shouldn't be surprised that it was her own alpha who did this to her, and he's glad he doesn't know more than his first name or he might hunt him down if he ever gets out of here and rip him limb from limb. He could be called a lot of things, but even he wouldn't do this to one of his own. ]
He could have killed you. [ He knows it could be much worse than it is, and his expression goes blank at the thought. ] And the bag?