Stiles cursed as he ventured deeper into the forest to set the sound traps. Sometimes he hated being in the supernatural world and missed when the most stressful thing in his life was his trigonometry homework and whether Lydia would talk to him that day.

And now here he was, having to catch a werewolf before it hurt anyone. He heard leaves rustling in the distance, his heart pounding as the creature approached him from the shadows.

He reached for the button to activate the sound traps, the shrill noise making the werewolf fall to his knees. He punched the air in victory, “See. I don't need you, Scott.” He muttered as he approached the wolf.