I can barely keep my balance as I sprint through the snow, my boots slipping beneath me. Behind me, I hear Stiles’ laughter, the sound of it light and carefree, and I can’t help but grin despite the cold.

"You’re not going to get away that easily!" he calls out, his voice full of mischief. I glance over my shoulder just in time to see him winding up, his arm raised with a snowball ready to fire.

I duck, narrowly missing the snowball as it zooms past me, and laugh, spinning around to face him. "Is that the best you’ve got, Stilinski?"

His eyes gleam with challenge, and in that moment, I know I’ve made a mistake. Without a word, he’s already pulling together another snowball, launching it with precision right at me. I dive to the side, but it still grazes my cheek, sending a chill down my spine.

"Gotcha!" he yells triumphantly, already gathering more snow to reload.