Stiles moved before either Hale could stop him and he slammed his fist into Peter’s face because the stuff the guy was sprouting was pissing the teen off. Stiles didn’t care if Peter was sick or didn’t realize what he was doing because he sounded like he meant every word he was speaking. And Stiles had enough.
He grabbed Derek, keeping his wand pointed at Peter, and pulled the older male as far as he could away from his deranged uncle. “Don’t make me hit you too because I will. Snap out of it, Derek, and focus here. We need to get the wand away from your uncle.”