Could he walk? Well that was a good question. Stiles put some weight down on his injured foot and when pain shot up through his leg he winced. “Yep,” Stiles said because there was no way he was going to slow Derek down just because his ankle was throbbing in pain. “Do you have an idea? How far are we from the outskirts?” Stiles asked, keeping his voice low. He wanted to ask Derek again who he thought they were but the tone of Derek’s voice caused the teen to stop. It sounded like he really wouldn’t like the answer.