For all the times he's wanted his werewolf senses, this is one point where he finds himself thinking how grateful he is that he doesn't have them. Seeing that upset on her face is bad enough, but to have been able to smell that shift in her scent would've made this so much worse. It's already hard enough.

Her question, though, feels like a punch in the gut. Derek's eyes widen a little and he shakes his head. "No! No, you didn't do anything wrong, Katniss," he promises, "I just...there's something wrong with me right now. I don't feel right, and I don't know, you seem different too, now that I think about it, and I just think doing this right here, right now, is a really bad idea. For both of us. It's not...no, you didn't do anything wrong," he says, looking apologetic all over again.

It's this place, he thinks to himself miserably for the millionth time since his arrival. Everything about this place is just wrong for him. It's hard for it not to be when he's missing a very fundamental piece of himself. "Trust me, you don't want me anyway," he says, frowning. "I'm a mess."

Ain't that the truth?