Scott didn't know her voice, it was new to him, he curled up against the wall to keep space between them. He might not know Kira, but he didn't want to hurt her, he didn't want to hurt anyone. His nails dug harder into the wall, these were going to be permanent marks, and he would have to apologize to his mom. If she ever showed up. God all he wanted was her to be here. She'd make everything better. It was probably juvenile to want his mother, but she was always best at focusing Scott.
"I can't control it, I can't control it." This was happening for awhile now, ever since they stopped Jennifer, but he'd put it aside. Focused on Stiles. And the weird situation they were in. But pushing it aside wasn't going to work now. The alpha in him wanted to be aggressive, so Scott backed up several feet until he was in the corner of the room, breathing heavily. "I can't help Stiles, I can't help anyone."