The research still told them very little even in the light of day, but the two older men learned some very interesting things about this new Stiles that they were dealing with. They had seen small changes happening, little cracks that were spreading throughout the teenage boy that they thought they knew. Obviously they were wrong, they never really knew the boy at all. They just knew what he had let them see. Now Stiles had two men sneaking glances at him while he tried to find something useful in this pile of paperwork and notes from the night before. His frustration was building with every stolen glance, every page that brought forth nothing of use to him. Peter could smell the build and while he could have tried to calm the boy he was curious as to what this new version of Stiles would do once he reached his breaking point, and figured now was as good a time as any to find out.
Chris could see Stiles winding himself up tightly like a spring, slow and sure in his progress. He knew that Peter could smell it, but he also knew that Peter's curiosity would win out and he would do nothing to try to stop it. Chris had to admit that even he wanted to see what would happen, but he didn't know this Stiles and he had only seen some of the things he was capable of. So setting his papers down Chris got up and moved slowly towards Stiles approaching him like one would a frightened animal, "Stiles, we are going to figure all this out don't worry. It just might take a little time, that's all. Time."
Kicking over the living room table that had been holding the majority of the papers they had on the Burnland Pack Stiles was on his feet standing toe to toe with the hunter with a savage look in his eyes. "I want it done now! They don't deserve time, my father didn't get any time neither should they!" Peter looked on in a sort of amazement that this boy could and would stand up to a hunter of Chris Argent's capabilities and demand better results. "Well, kicking over the table and making a mess of the only information we have on the Burnland Pack and Alpha will certainly speed up the process. Bravo Stiles, good work. Your Daddy would be so proud of your detective skills."
Both heads snapped to look in his direction and the moment the words left his mouth Peter wished he could take them back, and it wasn't often that he felt regret. He felt it after he was sane enough to realize he had killed his own niece, and now because he had just mocked a boy who had just lost his father with a 'daddy would be proud' piece of snark. It had come out without him having even thought about it. He supposed that was because Stiles' sense of humor usually meant he wasn't easily offended, but rather found the humor in whatever was said no matter how crass. Not this time though, there was no laughter bouncing off the walls, no snorts of derisive amusement, only a silence so cold that Peter had to fight the shiver that wanted to run down his spine.
In a lot of ways the knock that echoed through the silence was a godsend for Peter, but he would think about that later after they had dealt with the wolf knocking on their door. Peter looked back to the two men and found that in the moment he had taken to glance at the door in a sort of shocked thanks they had armed themselves. Chris standing with a gun pointed at the door while Stiles was holding one of his preferred weapons, a knife. Peter being Peter simply rolled his eyes at the two and walked to the door opening it wide so the person waiting on the other side would see the two people just waiting to get a little violent.
They should have expected it really, after all they sent a wolf who had their scents back to their pack. Their safe house couldn't stay safe after that really. Though the knock wasn't how Peter thought these wolves would make their presence known. Looking at the wolf on the other side was another gave Peter another thing to be surprised about. It was the kid they'd let go the night before because he hadn't done anything wrong. "Please, please don't hurt me."
Looking back to Stiles with question in his eyes, eyebrow raised Peter waited for any sort of signal from his Alpha as to what to do. "What do you want? I give you a chance to be free and instead you followed the people you watched torture and murder fellow members of your pack. Are you asking to die or something kid?" The teen looked scared, but he still stood there looking at Stiles with both awe and fear. "I can't go back. I can't go back to that place, not after what you did. I'd never make it back out alive." After a nod from Stiles, Peter let the boy in closing and locking the door behind him, making sure to stay at the boy's back.
"I was convinced you were lying when you said you'd let me go, but you weren't. You actually let me go."
"I don't hurt those who haven't hurt others."
"What the fuck is wrong with all of you?! Are you trying to get us all killed or are you all just that fucking STUPID?!" Everyone cringed and coward at the Alpha's booming voice as they all stood around what was left of the body of the skin walker that had been in Beacon Hills. Derek paced back and forth before his betas feeling no sense of safety now that the skin walker had been taken care of. No, he felt if anything more in danger. He looked at his pack and felt nothing, where he used to feel the need to protect and care for he now felt the need to posses and control. Jackson stepped forward ready to take the punishment for the pack saying quietly so as not to further anger their Alpha, "We're sorry, Alpha."