That was the first time I was going to see Stiles in rage. It was said that everyone had a dark side, and now I believed it.
I couldn’t believe it.
I had always known Stiles to be calm — the quiet one who always thought before he acted. He was the one who made jokes to break tension, the one who helped Scott get back up when things went wrong. But today, I saw something else.
His eyes burned with pure anger, and the veins on his neck stood out like ropes. His wolf was close — too close. I could feel it. His energy filled the room like heat from a wild fire.
Harper stood beside him, still holding her sore wrist. She looked scared, not because of Troy, but because of Stiles.
“Stiles…” she called softly.
He didn’t look at her. His chest rose and fell fast as he fought to calm down. I co
