"Kira ---" He had so many questions to ask her, but he couldn't do that right now with not-Stiles hovering close. He had to get her safe and maybe get him locked up, he didn't have a real plan. Scott just made it up as he went along, stuffing down panic. "Let her go!" It was said partly in his Alpha voice, it sounded like an intense vibration, growling on the words. He was about to charge forward and figure out something but then Kira made her move.
"Stiles!" Okay, he knew it wasn't Stiles, not really, even if all his senses were saying it was. But he still chased after him, until he knew there was no point. Scott wanted to check on Kira, and ask questions, and figure it all out, but instead he felt the fury and panic rise up in him. The wolf was angry and it was strong and he was struggling with it. Stop it, Scott, stop it. He leaned against the door and breathed as much as he could, but he felt his nails tear against the wall, his teeth drawing blood on his lip as he clenched his jaw.
Stiles was gone, gone where, someone was in him, and he was barely holding it together. Scott battled his wolf, his muscles tense, unable to talk to Kira or even notice her at the moment. Because it wouldn't be that hard for him to snap and attack whatever was nearest, including her.