Before Peter could tighten his grip Stiles is already slipping away. He runs ahead and Peter is ready to follow.

But then the boy turns back, teasing the wolf too and Peter feels his teeth ache from something dark and primal. His gaze is crimson as his body is giving into the hunt, which is not truly a hunt. It's something way better.

He runs after Stiles, following him to the house, just growling deep in his chest.