"I did for a few months for the most part, this time last year," Derek tells him. It seems like so long ago now that he'd just had enough heartbreak to send him out into the woods. "I mean, I came out to work."

That was a dark time for him, but he had found a sort of peace in it. Things like that are easier to handle as a wolf. But it couldn't have lasted forever. Derek didn't want it to. He just needed the time.

"I love my bed," Derek corrects with a laugh. "But yeah, apartment life isn't for me. Too much noise, too many smells. So when I found that old hunting cabin, I decided to fix it up."