"How could I forget? Running, screaming, multiple murders. Good times," is his almost absent sarcastic retort, but he's thinking, and thinking hard. So much of that early time was colored by his fear, by his worry for Scott, by jealousy and loss and the terrifying thing that not knowing can be. But he thinks. When Peter was alpha. Being offered the bite, but that isn't the relevant part. Why wouldn't Erica and Boyd be dead yet? If someone else had to do the deed.

There's a look of horrified realization on his face, but it's followed swiftly by relief. "They clearly have no idea what they're doing, then," he says, opening his door to climb out. "You'd never do that to us." The us is unintentional, but he isn't thinking about that. Just about Derek, and how he'd die for his pack. Not the other way around. Never that. Derek wouldn't let it happen.