There's no hesitation when Stiles takes Peter's hand, his own covered in blood from the kill and removal of all magical parts of the mermaid. Excitement and adrenaline is rushing through him, leaving him feeling as if he's vibrating with it.

"Yeah, okay," he replies, voice a little breathless as he follows Peter out of the darkened cave, and though he's only human even Stiles can smell the stench of death. "They should be afraid," Stiles murmurs, smirking at his wolf.