You lightly knock on stiles door for the third time, after him having mistaken your for his dad multiple times.

He eventually swings the door open, but his face immediately softens as his eyes meet yours. However, your eyes drop to the cuts and bruises on his face. Wherever he had been taken for the past two days, it hadn’t been good.

“Your father let me in.” You breathe out, your eyes meeting his again.

“Before you say anything, I’m fine.” He huffs as he leans against the door. “I promise.”