Peter reached for the shirt and pants, because yeah, he's a Hale, stubborn as hell and he's going to get himself upstairs to see his mate. Soon. Maybe. Damn hunters..... ow.

Derek smirked. "No, I'm good. A few knife cuts that are already healed, but no bullets." Nik would be proud that Derek keeps up his training, especially since he had a little wolf of his own to train now.


Stiles doesn't fight, doesn't resist, and instead just clings to Talia tightly because he is trembling and confused and scared. Scared of himself. And the moment he is in the hug, his fingers gripping into her top, the tears finally come. It's the breaking down they have really all been waiting for from him, brought on as he realized just how far he had slipped from who he was that he would actually be able to kill someone so coldly like that to defend his daughter... himself...

No, he had done more than that. It was Talia who had been in danger in that moment. That was what made him come out from his hiding spot. And suddenly all the fighting he had done trying to push away the Hales made no sense because he had, even as a human, developed the instinct to protect his alpha and pack no matter what. And he didn't know what that meant because he was human and he wasn't supposed to be a killer.