There's something about it that definitely feels like a gift. I almost want to ask if he's done this with someone else yet, if I'm the first, but there's just as big a part of me that really doesn't want to know the answer. What difference would it make anyway? Whatever stupid feelings I have, Derek is my friend. And I'm his pack. And that means everything.

Carefully, I reach out to take the vial, looking back up at him when I do, almost sure he'll change his mind at the last second.

"Do I drink the whole thing?" I ask him, running my thumb along the smooth glass. "And, uhm. You're sure I'll turn back? Have you had this tested? I mean, I've never met Magnus myself, but we talk on twitter sometimes and he seems like he knows what he's doing, but he also seems to have a bit of a mischievous streak to him and it's not that I'd really mind spending the rest of my days as a wolf, but it'd definitely make baking a struggle."