Derek could tell from just standing in their presence which of the patrons were wolves. He was so attuned to Were's, from growing up in a pack, from spending all of his days since infancy surrounded by the beasts; that when they were around his body automatically fixed to their scent, sound of their heartbeat, and other familiar noises like low growls rumbling in their chest. Some of the pack took notice of his entrance, their gaze was what one referred to as heavy. Every time one of them looked, Derek could feel it. Feel it on his skin, in his bones.
He made a move to find an unoccupied seat so he could order his water and leave as quickly as was socially acceptable. His face was still plastered with a pleasant smile, but his icy eyes were borderline feral. He chose a small table rested close to the entrance, and sat with his back facing the wall so he could keep constant surveillance on the room and make a quick escape if things went south. Derek’s hackles bristled and his fingers curled to hide the claws that grew from his nail beds, it was just a part of his Alpha personality to be on edge around the strange wolves, around the another Alpha. His gaze immediately found Axel. He had never met the wolf before and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
When Derek had moved to Bellingstone, he had assumed he might have to seek the permission of the local Alpha to take up residence, but he never sought him out. It went against his every instinct, every fiber of his being. Derek was raised to be an Alpha, next in line to supersede his father before his pack was murdered. The mere idea sent his upper lip above his sharpened fang into a snarled expression of sorts.