Backyard of the Not-as-Creepy Mansion, Tuesday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had never been much of a fighter.

When he was younger, he learned enough to get himself out of trouble, and relied on quick wits and a gun for anything more. And wen he became a werewolf, it hadn't really occured to him to change that. But fighting Derek as a wolf a week and a half before had given him the idea that he might be able to do more than dodge a fist these days.

This brought him to Derek's yard, where he stripped to his t-shirt and folded his arms over his chest against the cold. He was sure he wouldn't feel it soon enough.

"Where do we start?"

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[bitten_notshy]

No squeezing was needed; Jack knew quite well how quickly a little pressure would smash a wrist. He jerked his arm down but couldn't quite pull free.

[justlurkinghere]

"If you have someone by the throat, don't waste the opportunity," Derek replied helpfully.

[bitten_notshy]

"You surprised me," Jack answered, trying to keep some dignity as they grappled.