I'm sorry because it seems like a hopeless topic and certainly not a good discussion for Thanksgiving, a day where we're meant to be grateful for all the we have, not sad about those we don't. I have no idea what it is Kate thinks she sees, but I know it's not the truth. Not all of it. I don't doubt that Derek cares about me. He's called me pack, he's treated me like pack, he's forgiven me for lying and offered me what is essentially my dream job. He's let me get close.

But I can't take any of that to mean I'm anything all that special. Not when he has so many other people who care about him just as much as I do and can offer him so many things than I can't. This entire room is full of people who love him and every single one of them has some amazing, incredible ability or is stunningly beautiful, or both.

All I can do is bake a few pies.

It's pointless to say any of that though and I really do want to try my hardest not to dwell on any of this stuff, so I try my hardest for a smile and shake my head.

And then blink.

"Turned into someone else? What? That's happened?"