[Stiles' eyes widen a bit before he sees his dad head upstairs after Derek. That gun trained on the other.]
Who the hell are you? You're not my boy, that's for sure.
[ Home | Post Entry | Log in | Search | Browse Options | Site Map ]
no subject
[Stiles' eyes widen a bit before he sees his dad head upstairs after Derek. That gun trained on the other.]
Who the hell are you? You're not my boy, that's for sure.