At first,once he’d realized the Council wouldn’t give him any information—he still felt fucking betrayed by that—he’d spent months calling everyone he knew Cal had ever come into contact with.But no,the cat was gone,and now it was for Derek to find him and his tiny fox son.
Derek sipped his coffee and wondered where the fuck this sudden stubbornness had come from.He’d never been that kind of guy.He’d been resourceful and really good at talking his way out of trouble,hell,that was why he was here and not dead twenty-five years ago like he was supposed to be.
He watched the small town outside the diner window and wondered how it would be to have a home he’d chosen for himself.Part of him wanted to go to Oregon,to go check out the town he’d been ripped away from at seventeen when he’d seen something he shouldn’t have and freaked the fuck out.