They had been too self involved those first few days after the death of their first Burnland wolf. They weren't careful enough and it cost them. The Burnland wolves weren't as stupid the second time around. They were prepared, which left Stiles chained to a chair facing Peter who was shackled to a wire fence electricity flowing enough to keep him from breaking free to aide his Alpha. Though neither Peter nor Stiles had any plans of begging for mercy despite what the enemy wolves seemed to think.
The cuffs that held Stiles' hands behind his back would be useless the moment the wolves lost interest enough to leave them alone or with just one wolf instead of the four that were there. All it would take is a dislocated thumb and he'd be able to slip a hand free and get Peter off the fence. All they had to do was wait. Or at least that's what Stiles thought until he heard the door behind him burst open and a wolfsbane smoke bomb fall into the room instantly making all the wolves cough and stumble about.
Stiles used the unexpected distraction to execute his original plan, which he succeeded in doing before turning to see something he never would have guessed. Chris Argent armed to the teeth knocking out that wolves that had just been holding both Peter and Stiles captive, not killing them as Stiles had assumed once he'd caught sight of the hunter. No, just knocking them unconscious. Once all the wolves were down Stiles held Peter's arm over his shoulder supporting his weight as he quickly slipped his thumb back into joint. Looking at the eldest remaining Argent with suspicion even though he had just saved both Peter and himself Stiles worried that the rest of the Beacon Hills pack would be there soon as well.
"There's no one else coming Stiles, now why don't you set Peter down and help me tie up these wolves before they wake up so you can get the answers to your questions." Not bothering to ask how the hunter knew all of that Stiles did as he was instructed because it was better suited to his needs at the moment to simply tie up al of the wolves before caving to his insatiable curiousity as to why Mr. Argent was there to save him and Peter alone of all things. "I may not know why you are here Mr. Argent, but I do know I owe you a thank you for intervening when you did no matter the reasoning.
The older man paused in shock for just the smallest of moments that if somebody hadn't been looking for it, it would have been missed but Stiles saw. "Call me Chris." Was all that the man said, eyes not leaving their task of tying up the last of the wolves next to the teen that he felt he both did and didn't know. Once they were done and the wolves were secure, Stiles immediately went to Peter who had been placed in the chair that Stiles had vacated. Kneeling before the wolf Stiles cradled Peter's face forcing the man to meet his eyes, getting a simple "Good" when he nodded his head at the silent question Stiles asked Peter.
"I hope you are ready for what I am about to do, or you can walk away now and avoid any conflicts of morals." Stiles surprised the hunter with the option he just gave the man to leave without having to look back, a way out of the dirty work that was to come. Grasping hold of the young boy as he turns to gather the weapons the wolves had taken from him which Chris had to admit was an impressive collection, Chris made the young man meet his blue eyes before saying, "I have been right behind you this whole time, helping to cover your rather fine trail to begin with, watching to make sure you were as safe as possible even with a wolf there to watch you. I know what you are going to do and I have no scruples against it, and if you wanted I would help you but I know you want to do this on your own. So I will help where you allow me to."
The boy just nods once before looking at the grip Chris had on his arm purposefully for a moment before Chris took the hint and let the boy go. Watching silently as he dug out a small vial of wolfsbane placing the flower in Peter's hands before setting it ablaze letting Peter inhale the fumes, fixing the damage the smoke bomb had caused. When the Wolf's blue gaze looked up to meet the hunter's own set of blue eyes there was a distrust and sort of possessive anger that Chris could see. He ignored the implications of that look and turned his gaze back to the boy to see if he could be of any use in preparing these unlucky wolves for the torture that was to come, and god help any of them if one of these wolves was involved in the death of Stiles' father.
"Stay away from him Argent, he doesn't need your kind of help." The hunter's gaze snapped back to the wolf that was now on his feet making his way toward the man who just saved the both of them, which he felt like reminding the wolf. "Excuse me Hale, but I am the one who saved the both of you just a few minutes ago." The cackle that left the wolf in front of him that reminded him of the way the wolf was when his sister died by his hand. "You do realize that Stiles got himself out of that chair on his own, got me down on his own, and still helped you with a few of the wolves. And you think we needed your help? No, we were waiting for our opportunity to strike."
"Dad? Hey sorry I've been busy with Lydia and the rest of the Beacon Hills Pack. I know you don't want me involved but ignoring my calls seems a little much don't you think? Anyway call me when you get this we have a couple questions to ask you, and I do miss you, you know. Love you, bye."