The sheer fury that was escaping Derek's every pore, now tangible in the air, had pooled entirely to the expression on his face. His icy blue eyes shone like beacons in the defensive sort of rage that came with being in the presence of not one, but two vampires and an unknown wolf. A low growl erupted from his chest and he proceeded to back away from the three strangers with teeth barred. "Have you all completely gone mad? I'll have nothing to do with you fangers or the pack. Back. Off. Or. Else." He ground out, tone dangerously wolfish, and his gaze as threatening as a loaded, level gun. Derek walked backward for a few paces before turning and retreating as calmy as possible down the street to a small diner. He silently hoped allowing time for the supernatural gathering on the sidewalk to disperse would prove wise, he could purchase a bottled water to rehydrate, and most importantly wouldn't be resigned to ripping the heads off of some evil undead in front of a street full of people.
Derek's pale skin almost glowed in the bath of floresent light that fell upon him as he entered the eatery. Obsidian scruff and a wash of dewy sweat beads across his cheeks contrasted beautifully against that skin. His gaze hardened as he regarded the patrons in the room, now feigning a smile where his lips had been drawn down at the corners in reaction to the number of Werewolves present. What had he gotten himself into?