He knew Scott, and not only that, he loved him more than anything. So he wanted more than anything to make the other have the best day that he could. 

Stiles smiled a little and shrugged. “I’m fine, it’s just a little blood.” He spoke, ignoring the blood that was starting to seep through his shirt. He didn’t really care much if he got hurt during battles, he just wanted to keep the pack safe.

Scott shook his head and sighed. “I have absolutely no idea ...” He sat back and bit his lip, wondering on how get out of this mess. All he hoped was that he’d be able to keep everyone safe, but it was hard sometimes to get through the day over and over again, watching over your shoulder all the time.

Kira glanced down at her shirt and frowned. “I ... suppose so ...” She spoke softly, wondering how it’d gotten there. There hadn’t been any blood on her shirt that morning when she’d put it on and she’d been in school all day so ... “It’s not mine though, or ... I don’t think it is at least?” 

Scott glanced back at Lydia and frowned. “Uh ... I was here the entire time. I didn’t know you’ve been looking for me.” He shrugged a little as he wondered what had happened for her to get so agitated. He’d just been chilling in the livingroom since he didn’t think anyone needed him for once. Just a day off from all the chaos.

Shifting and opening his eyes to look at her when she spoke, he smiled a little and simply lifted his blanket up, implicating she could simply climb in with him. There was no need for extra words when it came to her, she knew him well enough and honestly, he slept more peacefully with her by his side as well.

Stiles had been staring out the broken window of the sheriff’s station, wondering how all this had happened, only to jump at Derek’s voice. “Damn, Derek, ... don’t just ...” He sighed and looked back. “I don’t know, ... I suppose should find a safe place somewhere.”

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Scott honestly had no idea how to answer that question and looked at Stiles with a soft sigh. “I hope not ... but I have no idea. I guess chances that we’re the only ones are rather slim, no?”

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