"Your best friend. Is a werewolf. And you're in his pack." Peter's just repeating things at this point, but that's just because he keeps hoping if he repeats what he's hearing, some of it might start to make logical sense.

No...? No dice.

Okay, moving on.

"This is your best friend from back home?" Peter would like to think he's Stiles' best friend here in New York, or at least that he would have noticed something off if Stiles was hanging out with a pack of supernaturally hot and coordinated people whenever they weren't together.

A movement out of the corner of his eye catches Peter's attention and he turns, noticing that the bulking shape of the kanima is starting to shrink somewhat within the circle of ash.

"Okay, wait. Freak out later. I think he's turning back."