It feels like it takes twice as long to get back into town as it had taken to reach the preserve, though in reality he's covering the distance in a fraction of the time. It doesn't seem anywhere near fast enough, though, and when he finally reaches the city limits he has to force himself to shift back, to hug the shadows on the streets as he makes his way towards the feeling of Stiles' pain and distress. He doesn't slow down, and he's just going to have to hope that if anyone sees him they find some comfortable fiction to tell themselves about the man running faster than humanly possible through the suburbs.

He bypasses Scott's house entirely, doesn't wait to see if there's anyone there ready or willing to help him, though he knows none of the others are in the innocuous looking house next door anymore. Just Stiles. Stiles and the ones they hadn't noticed, though he can smell them all now. Whatever had been protecting the place must have been somehow tied to one of the now dead alphas, or maybe drew from all of them together, because it seems to be gone. Whatever it was, he can smell two other alphas in there somewhere along with Stiles... and Stiles' blood.

The door is still hanging open and he doesn't slow on the way in, follows Stiles' scent down the hall to another door that has actually been closed. And locked... and reinforced enough that when he hits it it buckles but doesn't break. It will give, but it's going to take effort.

"The others are dead!" he roars, voice shaking the walls. "And if you touch him again you're joining them!"