Stiles, on the other hand, is cruel enough to care very little if the ghost was left to rot for all eternity in the bottle. Especially after what she did. But his expression is grim now, because it’s touching upon a topic he’s been grappling with for some time.

“Neither. We passed it on to the Night Council to take care of.”

The Night Council…even now, he doesn’t know how to feel about what they do, how they interfere with human lives so casually, so easily.