"No, you -- " Derek sighs, frustrated at his inability to say what he means. "You help. A lot. Werewolves have to have something that anchors them to their humanity, to help keep them from going completely feral. Like Scott and Allison."

He wraps his arms around Stiles, nose in his short hair. "Mine has always been anger. Anger and guilt. But it's starting to change. It's starting to be you."