He squats next to Stiles, half covering the boy's prone body, lips still curled up in a snarl. His eyes are locked on the other wolf, one hand up in a defensive position, the other placed on the ground. His breath is racing, his heart beating fast, and he huffs out a breath, stone still.

He's watching that other wolf, waiting, and he huffs out another growl as he speaks, scraping his claws on the ground into a fist.