It didn't take Peter long to find Stilinski. It wasn't just the senses of a wolf, and the scent of a teenage boy. It was something else entirely. It was guilt.

Letting himself into the house, he headed up to the second floor. Not even bothering to knock, just pushing the door open and leaning against the jamb.

"So... Do you plan to just stay there until you die?"


He wasn't even playing games. Not in the least.