Scott was right, they couldn’t just leave them. “I know,” Stiles said as he continued to follow Scott. He knew they couldn’t just turn around and leave them there. They needed help and that’s what they were going to do. Help. “That doesn’t look good.” A bloody handprint never meant anything good. Stiles didn’t need wolf senses to smell that after Scott opened the door. It was a mixture of stale air and blood. And it didn’t smell good. And as much as he didn’t want to go in there, he gave Scott a look that said, go ahead, I’m right behind you.