Scott's mouth was open to ask her where Stiles was, but she beat him to it. He huffed at that and then worked to calm himself down. "Okay, I'm calm," he said moments after. "Where is he? Is he alright?" He already knew there was more to the story than simply Stiles hitting a tree. There always was more than that.

John dialed Deaton and paced, moving further from other people so they could talk without being overheard easily.

Gabriel relaxed a little more in his sleep. He smelled Dad and Papaw, so he felt more safe. It was all sub-conscious, but Gabe was strongly in touch with his instincts like most of the wolf kids.