Hunting [Quinton]

Peter stood very still where he was. He was listening, listening intently as he attempted to find out where on earth this other werewolf was. This werewolf that he had never smelled before. They were new. He cursed the Nemeton. He cursed that damned tree stump and the roots that delved so deep into the ground it was once a hide out for Derek and his young girlfriend Paige. He cursed that tree with all of his might, but he knew it wouldn’t make it stop. That damned tree stump would continue to make his life a living hell. It probably didn’t help that he ripped out the Darach’s throat on the Nematon’s roots and to be honest, it was probably his fault that the Nogitsune made its way into the world, but he kept his mouth shut on that front. After all, they had defeated it and that was what mattered.

The self-proclaimed Alpha werewolf heard someone muttered “shit” under their breath. He closed his eyes, focusing before he pinpointed where they were. His eyes snapped open, flashing blue before he was off, sprinting towards the voice at maximum speed as silently as he could before he stopped almost in front of the kid. He tilted his head at the boy, sniffing him. He huffed. ”Figures there’d be more werewolves in this bloody town,” he muttered with distaste, eyeing the new threat that Scott McCall would no doubt want to know about. For now though, Peter knew about this little squirt and he’d be damned and if he’d let more werewolves into his territory without knowing them first.

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Peter eyed the boy carefully as he stood before him. Wondering what kind of threat he was to his territory, to those who he was trying to protect. After ruining their lives, Peter was going to do his damnedest to try and make sure that they were all kept safe. He wanted redemption and he would do anything that he could to get it, to be part of a family again, part of a pack. Technically, Peter was considered a Beta. He was more of an Omega, but he knew that Derek could never truly abandon him, could never leave him be so he considered himself part of Derek’s pack…or Scott’s, if he preferred. Plus, Peter was more useful than anyone would care to admit.

Deciding that he would be the first to speak, Peter stood up straight in front of the boy, eyes flashing icy blue once again before returning to their normal color. ”What are you doing here, boy?” He asked, baring his fangs slightly. He couldn’t help it. He was in the middle of his forest, near his home. Peter considered this his territory and he’d be damned if he’d let some new pup in on his plot. ”This is private property, Pup,” he quipped, his fangs receding…for the moment. The wolf seemed harmless. After all, he hadn’t attacked and he’d be stupid to think that would be a good idea.

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A grumble escaped Peter’s lips when the sassy child before him stated that he didn’t know that anyone owned the woods. ”Clearly you didn’t do your research before trespassing onto Hale land,” Peter responded, irritated with the boy. He had enough with people and their sarcasm in this town and now he had one more fricken teenager to deal with. Could he have at least one adult in Beacon Hills who didn’t make him want to rip his own throat out? Apparently not.

Then the boy made a mistake. He questioned if Peter was part of Carina’s pack. The question and the mere mention of that irritating females name made him wolf out for a second before he calmed himself. ”No. I am not part of…Carina’s…pack,” he stated, still irritated. His entire body was tense. His jaw was locked and he spoke through his teeth, his voice low as he tried to keep himself under control. ”I am part of the Hale Pack,” he told the boy, trying to become less…tense and angry.

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The boy made Peter want to rip his hair out. What right did this little worm have to be in his territory? Peter wondered if he was associating the boy too much with Carina, since he had mentioned her. He couldn’t help it though. The woman…irritated him. It was strange how…innocent she acted despite being an Alpha. It bothered him. Scott he could understand. The boy was pure of heart and still a child, but Carina? She was a woman, a young woman who shouldn’t act shy around other werewolves. She should act strong, powerful, and carry with her an essence that tells others she should be respected without being a bitch about it. Peter then paused, realizing that he was comparing Carina to his sister. Perhaps that was why he didn’t like her? Compared to his sister, she seemed weak? Peter wasn’t sure, but tucked that thought away for later.

It was but a moment later that the boy spoke again. Peter’s head tilted to the side as he cracked his neck, trying to remain calm as the boy poked fun at his lack of being an Alpha. ”I’m not lead by anyone, Pup,” Peter quipped, his irritation clearly showing. ”The Alpha status of my pack, the Spark, was given away to save a member of my family,” he explained, doing everything he could to keep himself calm, cool, and collected, although it wasn’t really working. Why? Because Peter was growing tired of this boy and his presence in his forest. ”You’re led by a teenager? Interesting,” Peter muttered, eyeing the wolf. He wasn’t a new recruit of Scott’s. Hell, Peter doubted Scott even knew he was here. He eyed the boy carefully before he wondered if he should just go home and be done with the little pup who tried to taunt the Big Bad Wolf.

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