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Derek has dealt with super moons, and lunar eclipses, but never both at once. He has the vague hope that maybe the two will cancel each other out, but he doubts it. All day he's felt just a little off, like he keeps missing a step. By the afternoon he finds it hard to concentrate, and when he starts getting irritable he leaves the restaurant and heads home.

Not sure what's going to happen tonight, he texts to Barry, even though Derek is sure that his uncertainty isn't really a secret.

By the time he gets home, the sun is setting and Derek feels an itch under his skin, like he needs to shift and run. He ignores it because if he does lose his powers, he doesn't want to be naked and in the middle of the woods when it happens.

Instead he climbs easily up onto the roof of the cabin and sits down, resting his arms on his bent knees as he stares up at the moon. It's so big, so bright, and Derek tips his head back to let out a quiet howl more out of respect than anything else.