Before anybody answered, a blonde girl came running with tears streaming down her face. "Kyle! Oh, God, Kyle! Oh, God!"
"Go on! Go." Stilinski nudged, gently pushing Stiles, Carter, Scott and Isaac away.
"You see the way the twins looked at him?" Isaac asked as the four made their way back to the cross country course path.
Stiles scoffed, "yeah, you mean, like, they had no idea what happened?"
"No. No, they knew." Isaac insisted.
Carter and Scott remained quiet as they walked between the two arguing boys.
"The kid was strangled with a garrote, all right? Am I the only one recognizing the lack of werewolf attitude in these murders?" Stiles cried exasperatedly.
"Oh, you think it's a coincidence they turn up and then people start dying?"
"Well, no, but I still don't think it's them,"
