This is news to Stiles. Expression rippling with surprise, he gazes sightlessly at a point beyond Cooper’s shoulder. The Night Council has authority over internal pack affairs like that? He has a hard time swallowing the idea that Derek Hale is fine with it. On one hand, Stiles is relieved; his best friend was bitten unwillingly, after all. He knows firsthand what happens to those who are cursed by a werewolf. But in a city that thrives on political factions…

“What about the vampires? They got laws about that too?”