"Hello, Aunt Morticia." Stiles said, giving her a little half-nod, half-bow - it's not his usual manner maybe, but something about Aunt Morticia just encourages it - and stepping into the conservatory as she gestures, ducking around Cleopatra with a fond pat.

"Thank you for coming, Mieczysław," Aunt Morticia said warmly, "you said you had an interesting sort of problem?" she invited as she returned to the waiting empty seat in the circle of witches, who murmured curiosity and greetings to him.

Thirteen Addams witches, Stiles thought with a sharp little grin as he took his place in the centre to address them; try and mess with his pack using witchery? he fucking dared anyone to come up with anything this coven couldn't undo - and send right back to the ones who had brought them trouble.