Sorrow [Carina]

Peter gazed over at the new werewolf in town, his eyes making sure to take in every detail that he could. He wanted to know everything he could about this young woman and why she was in Beacon Hills. Other than the fact that the Nemeton had drawn her here. Sure, that was a good reason, but why did she need to pick Beacon Hills? He had heard various excuses so the girl needed to keep herself honest. He could hear her heartbeat after all and that would be the deciding factor, or so he told himself. Peter would often tell himself one thing and then do something else. He was a very strange man like that, very strange indeed.

Finally, Carina spoke, telling him her full name, which he made a mental note to google later and that he could call her “Vida” if he liked. If he remembered correctly, that meant life, but he kept that to himself. He sipped at his coffee before she continued, telling him that she was from Mexico though she was both Mexican and American. She then said that she wanted to give up her Mexican citizenship and become fully American on her own. Apparently she had no family, no friends, no nothing here and just decided to move here. That was interesting. With Kahlee, she had her father and siblings, but ran off anyway. This woman seemed to have no one, which was odd for a werewolf. They were pack oriented, after all.

Peter took a bite of his pastry and looked over at the girl as she told him that she was going to be honest with him and that she didn’t know why she was there but she wanted to stay and make a home of her own here in Beacon Hills. She told him that she would love to live there because it was so inviting. Peter almost snorted, but instead merely nodded and smiled a bit before she asked him if there was anything else that he wanted to know. He shrugged his shoulders a bit, taking another sip of his coffee. ”It’s not me you’ll need to speak to about living here, but the resident Alpha. He’s the one who will be able to let you know if you staying here is wise or not. Many things happen in Beacon Hills and I’m unsure of how much he would want on his plate."

Tag; @lilbluesky
Words; 407
Notes; No idea, man, Freshman are weird, haha.

When the female werewolf smiled after Peter spoke, he had to admit, he was a bit unnerved, but he kept his cool as he usually did. She nibbled on her muffin and Peter did the same to the pastry sitting in front of him. Of course, his nibble turned into a bite, which turned into a few bites and finally it was gone. He had to admit, he was a bit sad to see it go, but digressed and focused on the girl before him, wrapping his hands around his coffee cup to keep them warm since he was freezing. The woman hadn’t exactly picked the best place for two soaking wet people to sit at. Goosebumps ran along his arms and the rest of him under his damp clothes as the air conditioning seemed to focus solely on him.

Carina asked Peter if he had meant Scott and the werewolf nodded his head. Well this could be bad, he thought to himself before she said that she met his friend (Peter assumed Stilees) on her first day in the small town. Figures, he thought before she said that it was an accident but a welcomed change of events for the new werewolf. She stated that the boy’s name may have been Stiles and Peter nodded his head. Of course, he thought bitterly in his mind before she said that he was the only one that he had talked to, but she said that despite their short conversation, it would seem that Stiles had believed Scott would be okay with this wolf’s presence in his town, which Peter found quite interesting.

Peter gazed at the woman, drinking some of his coffee as she finished off her muffin, telling him that she would try her best to meet Scott and talk with him though. Wise, he thought to himself before she went to ask him a question. As she did, there was a metal stool that had crashed to the ground somewhere in the coffee shop. Peter looked to see who it was, to see if they were injured or otherwise before he turned his attention back to Carina, who was no longer relaxed, but extremely tense, her head in her hands. Peter felt the werewolf’s emotions as they rolled off of her in obvious waves. He paused. Should he ask if she was alright? He supposed he should. ”Hey, are you alright? It was just a stool falling,” he told her as she watched her place a shaky hand around her cup of tea.

Tag; @lilbluesky
Words; 425
Notes; Of course not.

There was a moment after Peter asked her if she was okay before Carina stood up, her chair screeching in protest as it moved across the floor. She looked at him, saying that she was afraid that she had picked the worst place to sit. Accurate, Peter thought to himself before she said that now it was probably warmer outside than inside. She stated that he seemed just as cold as she was, he shrugged his shoulders before she said that a walk seemed like the best way to warm up before she asked him to join her. The older man wasn’t sure he wanted to go outside, but something told him that was too bad and he should go anyway.

Peter sensed the fear in her, the urgency in her voice as she moved away from the table, pushed in her chair, and headed for the door. She had smiled at him, but he didn’t believe it, not after what he had witnessed. Peter sighed a bit before he downed his coffee. He looked down at his things before he motioned for the barista, who nodded her head and he left her a tip before he headed for the door, following behind the werewolf that seemed to take a liking to him. More than anything, he wanted to know what in the hell was wrong with her. Normal wolves didn’t act like she did.

Once outside, Peter noted that Carina had moved farther down than just outside the coffee shop. The male werewolf followed her before she spoke, saying that the fresh air and the smell of nature after it rained was pleasant to her. Good for you, he thought to himself before she said that she didn’t mean to alarm him and that the chair startled her. She claimed it sounded like a gun shot. He supposed he could understand where that reasoning came in to play. ”Is it normal for you to hide your trauma?” He asked her bluntly, not sure what else to say to the girl. After all, it was obvious to him she had experienced a trauma, but she kept it inside and Peter knew better than anyone that that was not at all good.

Tag; @lilbluesky
Words; 372
Notes; N/A

It seemed that despite how Peter had been nice to her, the girl decided to be sassy in return. Normally, Peter wouldn’t have minded to much, but the way she asked him about his trauma upset him. The two of them had met in a cemetery. Was that him hiding his trauma? He had lost his entire family in a fire and everyone knew it. What was to hide? The mere insolence in her question insulted him, but he tried to remain calm, keeping the irritation and the insult masked so he looked as though he was as cool as a cucumber. Grant it, hardly anyone knew of him being in a vegetative state for years but he digressed. That wasn’t exactly something normal people needed to know.

Peter ignored her first two questions, not enjoying the way she responded to his before she stated that her trauma was pretty fresh. Aren’t they all? He asked himself before he looked down at his watch. He cursed under his breath, as though he had somewhere he needed to be. He looked up at Carina. ”I’m sorry to have to do this, Carina, but I’ve got to go. I’m meeting a friend to discuss her new apartment furnishings. But it was nice meeting you…and thank you for the flower. I’m sure my sister appreciates it,” He smiled a little at her, although it pained him to do so. He waved to her a bit before he turned and made his way down the street. He was sure if she needed to see him again, she could sniff him out. But heaven help her if she came to his apartment.

Tag; @lilbluesky
Words; 278
Notes; Yeah...xD