"Stupid," Derek comments, under his breath, because even without Abigail's further explanation, that's how the decision strikes him. Where's the benefit in the exclusion? As she continues, his reaction only settles deeper into his belief. It leaves Derek with a sour taste in his mouth.

It doesn't take long to get to his car, because he's spent much of the day pacing the same area. "Here." Opening it with a click of his keys, he nods towards the passenger side before climbing in himself. The interior of the camaro is clean and tidy and pine-scented. Derek inhales it as he turns over, once again, what she's said. He has to fight off thoughts of his own family. A coven has never seemed more like a pack to him.

"These witches chased out of Barnet might not even get that kind of offer."

If they wanted it, that is. Limited though his empathy may be, Derek cannot imagine that he would.