Frozen in place, Stiles stares up at Cooper with wide, round eyes. Fear roils in his gut, hot and cloying, but this is not the first time he’s been threatened by a member of the supernatural. And it won’t be the last. He sets his jaw, fingers trembling, and settles on a bitter hatred for Cooper.

“Yeah, you’re a winner, alright. I’m beginning to understand why people don’t trust you. It’s not just your word that’s shit, it’s your personality. Get your hand off me, asshole.”