"Yep. Lots of people got hurt before we did, though. Some died."

Grimacing, he tries not to recall the terrified screams for help from the car mechanic who was slowly crushed to death. Stiles had visited Ms. Morrell for psychological guidance quite a few times after that.

"My friend..." A pause, while he decides if he wants to tell Heiji this much. "My best friend and I were wandering the woods last year. We shouldn't have been. It was my fault for dragging him along." Suddenly, the words are rushing out of him, like a confession. "He got bitten. By a werewolf. Neither of us had known about...stuff before then, and we had to figure it all out on our own. It kinda sucked."