"Of course we're not. What's a good mystical shift in worlds without some unfamiliar and possibly unwanted faces coming through that door, as well?"

He ought to sound bitter and discouraged, but he doesn't. These things are a fact of reality for Derek, with or without this ship. He was raised on tales of this stuff, spent his youth learning how to be a werewolf while simultaneously functioning in human society proper and doing normal kid things like joining the basketball team and sleeping over at a friend's house. He never expected to see all that he's seen this past year, but there's no going back from it. The world's a hell of a lot bigger place and even someone of his upbringing thought it was, and he'd be a fool to dismiss the possibilities of this place.

And he is done being the joker in the Beacon Hills deck.