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Glowing blue eyes narrowed at the person who had interrupted Peter Hale’s walk home. He looked at the woman. She was…small and he wasn’t really sure that he could even call her a woman. He tilted his head at her, watching her curiously. She gave off the aura that she was the most innocent little thing on the planet, like a little yippy dog. Timid, awkward, and to be honest, it was all he could imagine her being at the moment, even if her outer demeanor had her looking confident. She looked as though she was trying to act older and more mature than she was and it did nothing but cause Peter to wonder if she was truly as young as she seemed to be, or just older and not as mature as he would imagine someone her age being.

Not that he was about to ask.

The eyes that met his, made him question her intention as she flashed her glowing blue eyes at him. His stayed glowing, turning icy just like his demeanor as he looked at her. She told him that she was no one lethal and his eyes narrowed at her. No one lethal my ass, he thought to himself. There was no one way someone got blue eyes like his without taking an innocent life. It wasn’t something that he was going to take a chance on, and if she dared make a move, he would put her in her place and let her know whose land she stood on. It was his, of course, and Beacon Hills was his town, regardless of his lack of Alpha status. He may not have the spark anymore, but make no mistake, he was an Alpha.

Peter thought about replying to her words, but wondered if it would be worth it. He eyed her still, suspicious before he decided she wasn’t important enough for his time. He would head home, so, moving forward, he headed home, making sure to keep his senses on high alert in case she decided to do something foolish, like attack him. He would need to head home and text Stiles, warn him about this female and tell him to tell Scott, or warn him, or whatever he wanted because he wasn’t sure who this female was, but with all these new werewolves and other creatures entering Beacon Hills, he wanted no one to take any chances. Speaking of which, he would send a text to his druid friend as well, letting her know and telling her to keep safe and always on guard.

After all, it wasn’t as though Peter hadn’t learned the hard way many years ago that you couldn’t trust anyone, including yourself.

Tag; @lizzy
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Peter had not been fooled by her attempt to shift her mind away from the smell of attractive that came off of her. It was brief, but he had sensed it, and it had made him want to get home and go to sleep all the more than he had previously. He did not have time for this. There was more going on in this place than anyone would ever know, plus, there was no way that he was going to be late for his shift tomorrow. That, and he needed to tell Stilinski and Ayame about all of this. They needed to defend themselves, or at least the young Druid did. Stiles? Stiles was fine on his own, but Scott needed to know about this…female and lord knew he wouldn’t listen to Peter. Hell, Peter was still surprised that Stiles listened to him, but he digressed and tried his best to focus on heading home.

Sadly, it didn’t seem like that was possible. Everything would have been find if the girl had kept her mouth shut. Everything would have been fine if she hadn’t had said anything at all to him. But instead of keeping quiet and counting her blessings, she spoke to him, sarcasm rolling off of her in droves as she said that it was “nice chatting” with him and called him…wolfy. He kept himself from verbally snarling but his upper lip curled anyway. He stopped in his tracks, body still relaxed down the fact that a part of him wanted to turn around and rip the girl’s throat out, but alas, he was trying to turn over a new leaf despite his inner anger management problems.

In the end, he let out a long sigh. “You’d best watch your tongue around here, Pup. Others may not be as nice,” he told her simply as he kept his back to her, senses fully aware of everything. He could sense the self-loathing, and the loathing towards him. She hated being a werewolf. It seemed that unlike Peter, she had yet to come to terms with what she was and to be honest, he really could have cared less.

Tag; @lizzy
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