The Preserve | Friday Night

Right, so, Stiles' quest to learn the layout of the island also included going out at night to figure out where everything is. The woods in the day and the woods in the night were two completely different things and he had gotten lost in the Beacon Hills woods enough to know that. He really hadn't meant to be out this late, but between going to the bar and just being distracted he had lost track of time. At least he had come prepared with a flashlight, not that it was really needed with the moonlight illuminating the forest.

Wait. Stiles frowned and looked up at the sky. That better not be a full moon.

[For the Sourwolf and NFB!]