Stiles: So literally day one of my internship and up comes this slide about this guy they have been chasing in the woods in North America. Malia: I thought you were in South America. Derek: I was. The bodies of the werewolves I told you about? They blamed me. Stiles: So I learned that the FBI has cornered this feral, mass murdering unsub. Derek: I found a group of hunters gathering in a meeting place. I was trying to get information. Stiles: Well the FBI found out about it too, and they were planning a SWAT assault to take him down, dead or alive, and, as we all know though, with Derek it's preferably dead. Derek: Preferably. Stiles: So I convinced them to take me on the field op. Lydia: You convinced the FBI to bring an intern onto an extremely dangerous field operation? Derek: I'm surprised he didn't convince them that he could lead it. Stiles: I tried. It didn't work. Anyway, long story short, I basically, you know, had to save his life. Derek: That's not how it happened. Stiles: Yeah, I may have left out a detail, but that's the gist of what happened. That's the essential essence of it. Derek: You couldn't walk. Stiles: I was limping. Derek: You couldn't walk, and I know that because I was carrying you. Stiles: They shot my toe! You want to see it? My toe was caught in the crossfire. It was obliterated.
I'm going to tell you a story, maybe it will sound familiar. There was this kid, 16, alone, and running for his life. He couldn't see them, but he could hear them getting closer. They had guns, crossbows. They were hunting him. It started on the night of the full moon. Something came at him. Something bit him, and it changed his life. It changed everything.