Stiles was standing awkwardly as most of the pack looked at him with either annoyance or disappointment. The only person who wasn’t looking at him that way was Scott, who was too busy throwing stuff around the room angrily. He turned to Stiles.

“Are you f#cking kidding me?! you put all of our lives on the line by running in there by yourself, and then you don’t even apologize?!”

Scott says, watching as the rest of the pack nods. Lydia was looking at Stiles, conflicted whether to be relieved he’s okay or mad that he almost got them killed. Derek’s face was unreadable as ever, with the faintest hint of annoyance. Malia was looking at Stiles in disbelief, and Liam was looking as if he wanted to choke the life outta Stiles. Stiles shuffled on his feet, fidgeting with the hem of his flannel.