"So say that. Don't treat her like she's contaminated because she cares about me." Peter crossed his arms across his chest fixing Stiles with a look, another flare of his eyes surfacing.

They all hated him. Fine. He could take it. Like hell he was going to let them put it on her.

Or maybe he was feeling guilty because he'd put her in that position.

Either way, the protectiveness was clear.