“Bitch, bitch, bitch,” Derek teases. He probably could have let Bitty sleep in more, but he was too excited. And he doubts Bitty will be complaining once he finds out why they’re out here. Well, Derek hopes that he’ll want to try. If not, they’ll turn around and go home.

Derek veers left of the trail that leads to his cabin, heading deeper into the woods instead. Soon they come upon a large clearing surrounded by tall trees, with sunbeams filtering down into the grass.

“Okay,” Derek says, turning around to face Bitty as he approaches. “Remember at Magnus’ party, how people drank potions that turned them into cats and mice?”

He’s suddenly nervous, because what if Bitty doesn’t want to do this at all? Derek had a pretty good feeling about it, but now he swallows hard, watching Bitty with wide eyes.