Stiles could squirm and whine and yell all he wanted, but Derek was going to ignore him until they were back in the house and he could lay down the new rules. There was no point in acknowledging what the teenager said when the teenager didn't respect him enough to listen to him. Had run away from him when he'd told him that his friend would be staying.
Once on the main road and out of the trees, Derek set Stiles down, but kept a firm grip on his wrist. If he tried to run, he'd be hauled over his shoulder before he made it two steps.