“I’m underage!” Stiles hissed even though he knew the Magical Bureau would probably over look Stiles using it in such an extreme circumstance. But it also left Derek without his wand and he was the one leaving their little hidey hole. Stiles would kill him if Derek made it back.
Limping Stiles poked his head out to see what was going on. He didn’t see Derek, the guy clearly could move, but he had the unfortant luck of spotting a guy in black turning the corner. It was pretty clear the guy saw Stiles because he started to head right for him.
“Shit!” Trying to ignore the pain Stiles turned and headed out the other direction, badly limping, and praying he wouldn’t die. A curse flew past his shoulder, causing Stiles to swear again, before he dove in between two tents. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”