Derek's been on the thin edge of losing his shit for the last hour or more by the time they finally agree they've tried the last prospect, and he tips his own head back against the passenger seat head rest once he's back in the car, jaw and fists both clenched as he fights the shift. The Alphas couldn't have done a better job of taunting him if they'd tried, and it's only that knowledge that's currently letting him keep some kind of grip on himself.
"Nothing fucking useful," he growls, frustration and rage vibrating across every word. "The other wolf scents were never distinctive or clear enough to get a lock on, and they changed, but I'm not even fucking sure how many times, or how many might be in the Alpha back, other than at least three and probably less than ten." Jesus, please let it be less than ten. Less than five would be even better.
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Date: 2014-02-25 08:13 am (UTC)"Nothing fucking useful," he growls, frustration and rage vibrating across every word. "The other wolf scents were never distinctive or clear enough to get a lock on, and they changed, but I'm not even fucking sure how many times, or how many might be in the Alpha back, other than at least three and probably less than ten." Jesus, please let it be less than ten. Less than five would be even better.