3rd Person POV

A knock resounds throughout the silent loft before Stiles and his pack appear in the middle of the room, making the Hale-McCall pack jump.

Stiles grins. "Is it still considered breaking and entering if I never actually break anything?" Connor shoves his shoulder.

"Of course not. Just like talking about our pack isn't considered gossiping." Nate grins at Stiles and winks toward the silent pack.

"Alright, boys, that's enough," Emily playfully scolds before moving to stand to the left of Stiles. Then she directs her attention to the other pack. "However, we are concerned about what your future plans are."

"We fear that the elder Hale, Peter, has already tried getting into your head. We know, and Nate can tell you, he's only here for power." Maddie continues from her spot to the left of Stiles.

"In fact," Stiles continues smoothly, "He's upstairs right now trying to figure out how to once again become an alpha again without killing, even though he will if that's his only hope."

"You should be careful on who you keep around," Connor warns, standing beside Maddie as Nate stands beside Emily. "Nate also knows that he will betray you if you keep him around for too much longer."

"And why should we trust you?" Liam asks, almost accusingly. The rest of his pack immediately scolds him for speaking out, but Stiles just laughs.

"Because Liam, we're your only hope against Deucalion's new and improved pack," Nate explains, and his pack turns to look at him expectantly.

"Nate, what did you see?" Stiles asks, producing a chair out of thin air for Nate to sit on. Lydia stares at the exchange, amazed.

He closes his eyes and grips onto Stiles' hand like it's a lifeline. "I-I see at least twenty of them. Deucalion is using his newfound sight, as a gift from Alpha McCall, and they're... coming after you, Stiles." Nate once again opens his eyes and releases his friend's hand.

Derek stands. "What would they want with Stiles?"

Nate stands with a distant look in his eyes, "His power."