Stiles can admit he was a little distracted when the pack was arguing about how to deal with fucking leprechauns.
He doesn't care sincerely, he has lived enough time to know that they are innocent and peaceful, they're not the ones stealing kids and teens out of their bed for rituals, but Scott mostly is arguing with everyone that they're the problem and Stiles doesn't have patience to this shit today. He loves Scott, he is an example of love, courage, honesty and everything good for Stiles, but sometimes the guy can be so fucking dense.
Stiles can see Lydia rolling her eyes across the room, Peter already vanished like a pro (the man seems to have much less patience than Stiles) and Chris is tired of Scott. They are the only ones who seem to have the power to educate Scott in one way or another, but no one seems to have the heart to do so that day.
Isaac unlike everyone who is just wanting to leave, is agreeing with everything the alpha is saying and, god, they are planning to kill the poor creatures. Scott, who never agrees to kill anything that is really dangerous.
Stiles sighs and takes his phone, searching for anything that can be distracting enough for him not to kill everyone. His day has been long, his father is getting more gray with all the rituals and missing children, his sleeping schedule is unregulated because of his classes and works and his last blood bag ended a day ago, so he's either going to have to steal more or find some volunteer donor.
He's hungry and whenever he's hungry Stiles ends up getting more impatient and more aggressive. Worse, it's not even a vampire problem, because before he was a vampire he was practically the same.
When his cell goes down he try to pay attention to what Scott is saying again and almost regret it.
âThey are not peaceful!â his friend's voice is high and almost a growl âOne of them cast me a spell last week and told me that if I stepped on his house again he would rip my foot off!"
âFucking god Scott! I'd do the same if it was my house!â says Erica, probably tired of the discussion.
"If it was my house I would have ripped your feet off, so calm down and let's find the real thing that is killing the kids.â Cora says easily, sighing and glaring at the alpha with her judgemental eyebrows.
Stiles has yet to figure out how the Hales manage to do this.
âYeah, according to what we found, the victims are being selected by age, one from each year and last week's was seventeen, this week they'll probably look for someone eighteen years old.â Lydia finally gets up from where she is, getting closer to the real discussion âThey're selecting people of different genres each week too, so next time will be a male, eighteen years old and who knows about the supernatural.â
Then she stops and looks directly to him, with huge eyes and a worried expression.
"what?" he ask, hoping she wouldn't say what she was thinking.
"You fit what they're looking for for the next victim, we need to do something about that."
Stiles honestly doesn't care, he doesn't even think anything is capable of killing him, to say the truth.
"to be completely honest, I never thought I'd live this long" he jokes "So I'm actually cool with however this thing turns out".
Stiles smirks, and then he realizes how none of his friends believed it was actually a joke. Peter even has a frown on his face.