“Your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, fangs literally form in your mouth and magically disappear— and if I were to stab you right now, you’d miraculously heal, and you’re telling me you’re having a hard time believing human sacrifices?” Stiles reply’s sarcastically, his tone desperate as you two walk through the trail in the woods.

You were both supposed to be running the cross country track— but you both got distracted talking about the recent activities in beacon hills.