Stiles...jumps into the grave.

There is a purple glow. 

"Dude!" he says, jumping after him.

"What? Did it happen?"

Ade can pinpoint the glow to a vine surrounding the grave. It's covered in purple flowers.

"...you're not seeing it?" he asks, pointing.

"No, I'm not. Just werewolves?"

God, Stiles is kind of annoying, isn't he? Isn't the sun kind of annoying, too?

Ade's skin itches.

"—it's messing with my head how dare it." He growls. "Is this wolfsbane?"

"I've never seen it! Maybe! You should get out, we should get out."

He climbs out of the grave, and he looks ridiculous, and weak, and he really needs someone to teach him a lesson.

No muscle definition, completely panicked over nothing at all, if humans were anything like wolves he would have been taken care of by now.

He gets out out out these are not his thoughts and why the fuck is this wimpy human getting in his way he swi—he does not swipe, he gets out, he gets as far away as he can and he tries to anchor, no hurting anyone, never hurting anyone ever again, not like that, not again—

"Ade? You're out of there now, everything's going to be fine."

And it will be. His skin is already feeling less raw, and the annoying boy is less overwhelmingly so. 

Yes. Yes he's good and he's human and—" What the fuck."

"We'll just get rid of that stuff now. Does that sound good?"

He takes of his jacket, wrapping his hands in it, and grabs the wolfsbane. 

Ade hears someone approaching. 

"There's someone coming," he whispers urgently and starts pulling his clothes back on.

Stiles looks at the completely disturbed grave and elects to act like he's supposed to be there. 

Their host arrives to the party.

"Are you lost?" 

"No, we're disregarding your advice," says the no-longer-naked boy.

"So you're robbing graves now? How do you think that goes for you?" 

"Not robbing, actually, just wanted to ID the victim and understand what's going on."

"The cops don't know about the local werewolf population, so we figured we should use our comparative advantage."

"Given that you're probably the one who buried her, ah, any idea?"

"You're both insane. Get off my property."

He sighs. "Sure, man, but we're still gonna be nosy and look into this stuff—have you literally never read a book or watched a movie? I'm giving you the option of being genre savvy, here. With or without your help, we're looking into it, and without your help we'll very likely cause a lot of preventable trouble. Preventable by you telling us stuff."

"Fine, that's my sister you dug up. Satisfied? Can I bury her again, or would that make it harder to solve the mystery and save the day?"

"No. I'm sorry for disrespecting her, and you. Why is there—wolfsbane, in there?"

"That's how we bury our own. So other packs don't do this."