"Chopping wood and moving tractor tires," Derek says with a nod, shooting Bitty a sly grin. He takes a few bites of eggs, and then picks up a piece of bacon and tears it in half.

He looks at Bitty and tries to imagine what he might look like as a wolf, if his fur will be golden like his hair. He's looking forward to finding out, if that's what Bitty wants.