Kestrel's POV
I bang at the door twice, my fist hitting the wood so hard it rattles on its hinges. It's so late at night and it's rare for students to be walking around but I don't think I give a damn at this point.
I bang the door again, harder this time, and I hear movement inside. Footsteps approaching. A voice muttering something I can't make out.
The door swings open and the person standing there is the exact person I was looking for. Stiles.
He's wearing gray sweatpants and a wrinkled t-shirt, his hair messy like he just woke up. His eyes widen when he sees me standing there covered in scratches and blood, my clothes torn from rolling out of a moving car, my eyes probably glowing that demonic green.
"What the f**k, Kestrel?" he says, his voice rising. "Are you crazy? Why can't
