Diego's POV
I stare at the ceiling of my room, Stiles is lying on the other bed, still recovering from his wounds, his face pale and covered in sweat. He looks like death warmed over and honestly, I'm not much better.
"We need to hit back," I say, breaking the silence. "We can't just let Zeph and his little demon get away with this."
"Hit back how?" he groans, shifting on the bed and wincing. "In case you haven't noticed, we're both f****d up. That girl nearly killed us."
"That's exactly why we need her," I say, sitting up despite the pain shooting through my face. "Don't you see? If we can get Kestrel on our side, if we can control her somehow, we'd have the most powerful weapon in the entire region. A demon wolf, man. Do you know what we could do with that kind of power?"
"She's Zep
