Good Graces, Bad Influence
Stiles was livid. Stiles was furious....Stiles--Stiles was fucking pissed. How could the pack, his pack, take to him like that? Couldnât they see this guy was full of shit? Sure, he saved Liam and Hayden but it was obviously just another way to weasel himself into their good graces. They couldnât be that stupid, could they? No....Stiles could see it, he could see all the looks that Theo thought no one else saw, the smirks, the little sparkle in his eye when he seemed to have gotten his way. The kid had a plan and Stiles intended to find out what it was.
Which is how Stiles ended up stalking after the werewolf in the middle of the night after everyone had left Scottâs house. He knew the teenager could hear him, how could he not, but he didnât care. Footsteps crunching against leaves and the blood boiling in his skull were the only sounds Stiles could here when he finally caught up to Theo, that dickweed. âHey!â Stiles yelled, shoving harshly at Theoâs back, hoping to take him by surprise at least a little, âStay away from my friends!â