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[wolfpackhuman]

As soon as the last group of newest hunters had been taken down and dispatched, Stiles had quickly gotten out of the area once he knew the pack was all right. None of the wolves had been hurt too badly, no one had been hit with wolfsbane bullets or anything more dangerous to them. If anyone were to ask later, Stiles would simply say that, working with Peter Hale and Chris Argent made him nervous, anxious, and feeling as if he didn't want to stick around any longe than necessary. The wolves could smell pain, blood and lies. It was why he'd kept to himself as much as he could once he'd been separated from his group. He'd made it back in the end and he'd caught a couple of looks - mainly from Derek and Scott - but he'd played it off as he usually did, making smart remarks, snarking with Jackson, checking on Isaac and then taking off to head home.

He didn't have the energy to shower or change once he got there. His Dad was away for the weekend, visiting his brother out of state. Probably best since, once he got into the light of the house, he noticed the blood on his shirt. He slowly climbed the stairs and collapsed on his bed.

He probably should have closed and locked the window if he didn't want anyone coming to find him...