Stiles tells himself absently that he should start keeping a mental tally of how often this girl shocks him. Gaping in horror at her, he tries not to bristle in indignation at the idea of all these little old women indiscriminately shooting at people. Well, people and people disguised as coyotes. So maybe this O’Grady had legitimate reasons for brandishing a gun. But she could have killed Malia.

“Where the hell are they getting the certificates to carry these guns!?” he demands to no one, scowling. “The UK is supposed to have really stringent laws on this stuff!”

Her question slowly draws him back to the present. Brow furrowing, he glances at her and wonders if she’s asking because of her mom.

“I…don’t know. A witch might be able to.”