-The bite is a gift. -I don't want it.
Naked.
I'm so not buying your threats anymore.
Oh my god, okay.
What the hell, the Stiles.
How about you tell me everything.
It's my house, my rules, buddy.
Please, where'd it go?
I thought you were psychic.
Well, dad, there's a conversation we--
You're not gay.
No Stiles.
-What, no Stiles? -No Stiles!
No lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend.
Is there a reason the gun is still pointed at me?
Become an alpha by killing one.
Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves.
A banshee.
You didn't hear that?
I have no idea why that would be in your loft.
You sound just like a cop.
I'm a thousand years old, you can't kill me.
Someone ask her if she's ever played lacrosse.
You're gonna be good at this.
Are you kidding?
Okay, that's kind of terrifying.
Drop it!
I heard you almost got killed.
I hear you almost got killed.
For our first real date...
it's a start.
You don't remember me, do you?
You're a werewolf.
He almost killed you too.
And we're both still alive, see.
I'm having an asthma attack.
Someone?
Our hands are a little bloody sometimes.
Some of us are human.
What the hell was that?
We've got a theory.
Just a slightly terrifying theory.
I'm not done with her yet.
You said you could help him.
Guarantee your place as an alpha.
Why don't you tell me your name?
-Will you forget me? -I won't.
-Kidnapper. -I'm not a kidnapper.
You and I are doomed to ride the storm forever.
-So if I screw up-- -You'll kill me.
Mr. Rider?
The plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan.
-A Stiles? -A what?
I'm going to be fine.
-He's a hellhound. -A dead hellhound.
He's been a step ahead of us the whole time.
I turn into a monster with claws and fangs.
All you have to do is bring them out.
Who wants me?
My back.