[ He knew the legends and myths as well as Stiles knew the stories of Jerry's kind. Tales of fairies and gnomes and other such sprites. He doubted with the lungs on that girl, that Stiles didn't know. All these kids, trying to keep secrets. And failing so spectacularly. ]
A banshee. They have rules, the same as your other friends. The same...as you.
[ He lifted his hand where Stiles could see. Slicing a sharp finger nail across the pad of his thumb. Drawing out a small line of blood. ]
[Spam] CW: Blood. Only a tiny bit.
A banshee. They have rules, the same as your other friends. The same...as you.
[ He lifted his hand where Stiles could see. Slicing a sharp finger nail across the pad of his thumb. Drawing out a small line of blood. ]