Oct 27, 2016
“I am not stealthy.” Allison blinks at him. “Or coordinated,” Stiles adds. “I don’t have a good aim. I can throw a pretty kick ass punch, but that doesn’t mean anything when it comes to werewolves. I usually end up hurting myself.” Allison arches a brow. “What are you asking, Stiles?” “I am asking, you, Katniss, to teach me your mad skills. And maybe your father, too.” Allison’s eyes widen. “You want me to train you to be a hunter?” she asks incredulously, and Stiles is already shaking his head, frantic, no, no, no, and Allison just stares at him.