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Stiles tenets did not match the McCall packs, not exactly. The hunters came after the pack not realizing that.
It was the principle of the thing. How dare they?
A group of armed to the tits adult hunters attacking a group of teenagers having a picnic in the woods. Literally laying out on blankets in the sun, and playing catch.
Stiles was not a good man, he knew that. There had always been a dark side to him, the Nogitsune had known it, fed off it. But for all his darkness there was always a light, a spark.
Those hunters never saw it coming, they had heard of the boy who ran with wolves, the “human” boy. They learned the term “human” did not exactly match Stiles anymore.