It is the crash ofglass that makes Scott stop at the top of the stairs. He pauses there just long enough for Derek to
spot him from where he’s leaning back against the closed door, yelling coming
from within. Scott’s brows scale up his forehead, and he walks over
Stopping in front of
Derek, he tilts his head and purses his lips.
There’s another shatter within the loft, louder shouting, and Scott’s
shoulders go tight when he hears Stiles’ voice.
He moves to shove through the door, but Derek stops him with a hand at
his waist and a firm shake of his head.
Scowling, Scott shrugs out of his touch.
“What’s going on in
there?” he asks.