Derek Hale

It wasn't until the second time he left Beacon Hills that Derek realized just how much he loves traveling. Moving to New York had been a way to escape and try to recover after the fire that had claimed most of his family, so when he'd struck out on his own after nearly dying in the Mexican desert, it had turned into one of the best decisions of his life-- not only because of his newfound freedom, but because of the fascinating people he's met along the way.

People like, for instance, Freya. Of course, Derek isn't in the habit of landing in bed with every single fascinating person he meets, but there's no denying that the petite blonde who shares his love of living unrestrained is pretty damn special.

When she arrives at the apartment he's renting for the time being, Derek can't even quite remember what it is they'd been betting on when the wager had been made. But he isn't going to try to squirm out of paying up, especially when the "punishment" is something he enjoys doing anyway. And just as promised, he can smell the ice cream she must have just finished before arriving.

"Come on in," he says, ushering her through the door.