“We could duck into one of the tents,” Stiles stated though it would leave them trap if one of the people attacking was to come in. Or if the tent got caught on fire. Or trampled. Okay hiding in a tent was a bad idea. “Forget that idea.”
Stiles was hurt, his ankle was throbbing, but he was doing his best not to show Derek because the older male already had enough to worry about. Stiles was sure he had just turned it the wrong way and it wasn’t actually sprained. He just needed to stay off of it for a bit which was hard as they were currently hiding as the chaos grew around them.
He stuck his head out and only saw panicked people running, none of the men in black. “Do you know who they are?” Stiles whispered to Derek, keeping a look out on his side.