"They'll be sorry if they do, I can promise you that," Derek replied in a low voice, frowning. He'd make sure of it. Frustrated would be the understatement of the century if one tried to use it to describe Derek right then. He'd had it with the place already and he couldn't have even been there that long. Enough was enough and if they wanted to attack he and Cleo now, then let them try. He'd make them sorry for it. Very, very sorry for it.

Cleo opened the door and Derek could almost immediately feel the drop in the temperature. Taking care not to let them glow when he did, Derek reflexively switched to wolf vision, because he should've been able to see better that way. It looked just as black inside either way he tried, which was confusing and disconcerting.

"Yeah, no," he agreed, moving to close it again. "Whatever is in there, I don't actually want to know that bad. It doesn't lead outside, so it's fine if we just leave it alone, right?"

As far as he was concerned, it was, anyway. Derek sighed. "This is ridiculous. Maybe we're on an underground floor, like a basement level? I haven't seen any windows; maybe it's because we're not on the ground level. Let's look for some stairs." Why anyone would have a dining room below ground level was beyond him, but that was probably the least weird thing he'd encountered today, so it was hardly the most concerning.