When Peter woke up from the coma he knew he had things to do. Revenge being one of them because behind fresh memories of his family being burned alive he had remembered sound of that Argent bitch laughing in his head. That's all he could remember hearing over the screams. Well that and the scent of Derek that had wafted off of her through smoke tainted night air. He also realized he needed to find his nephew. Knew Derek had things he needed to answer for and that he would be a step closer to the pack he was trying to build.

However the current task at hand was burying Laura, which is how he found himself on Hale land, in a 10ft deep hole, burying the half of his niece he'd been able to retrieve. As he hopped out of his freshly dug hole, he heard a crunch of leaves from the line of trees surrounding the trees.

"I know you're there, Derek. Come out."

A surly looking angry young man stepped out. He changed a lot over the years, looking more like his father everyday and that thought brought a hitch to Peter's breathing.

"What did you do?!" Enraged, his fangs dropped and guilty Beta blues shines bright in the darkness. His snarl was a mix between anger and sadness as he gazed at the corpse that used to be his sister.

Peter held his gaze with a bored stare. "What I needed to do, Derek. For my sake and the sake of this pack." The only answer he got was a snarl before he was attacked. The impact was nothing to his new alpha body, but Derek wouldn't let go as they went down. They tussled and violently wrestled through the brush of dead leaves. Grappling for his nephew to pin him down was easy, as Peter had enough.

"No, what did you do, Derek Joseph Hale? What did you bring home to get our family killed. Pent up anger bleed out of Peter at the gall of this boy. The one who couldn't see a snake until after it's poison was already coursing through his veins.

"Explain to me how that woman knew the ins and outs of our secret passageways, Derek? How she knew where'd we all be and how she got in unnoticed? What happened Derek? What did you do, because I remember all the sneaking out and the scentless soaps you took to using?"

Derek's earlier protests and angry snarls had turned into diminished whimpers at Peter's line of questioning. By the end of all the questions all the anger had left Derek and the scent of guilt was flowing off him like waves. And Peter's eyes were Alpha red.

Derek was whimpering and bearing his throat. "Sh-she lied. She said she wasn't like the rest of her family. Sh-she s-said she loved me and that w- we c-could be together. I trusted her! I trusted her Uncle Peter! It was stupid! S-so stupid, but I trusted her and she killed them! Hurt you! It's all my fault. My f-fault our family's d-dead and I can never make it better!"

Tears glistened in his eyes and slid down his left cheek at the angle he was bearing his throat. He kept repeating those two words over and over again. He was regressing into himself and Peter felt something awaken in him.

Derek had only been 15 when the fire happened. Just getting over his first loves death and easy for the wrong type of predator to get what they wanted.

His kin: his Pack, had been manipulated and raped! She murdered their entire family and took advantage of his precious nephew. She had to pay. They had to pay!

Looking back down at Derek, his instincts kicked in. "Comfort Pack." the Alpha voiced in his head. "Pull him in." Slowly Peter let go of Derek's wrists and cuffed a hand around the back of his neck, carefully grasping it, his eyes focused on Derek's.

Alpha eyes flashed down at him and Derek let out a sub vocal whine as he bared his neck more for his Alpha.

Letting out a growl of approval. Lowering his head he ran his nose along Derek's neck and inhaling deeply. His lips rested sensually over his pulse point before laving his tongue over it. He trailed his mouth from right to left, alternating between biting and licking.

Derek lay under his Alpha, panting and whining, letting the Claiming continue. His arms came up around Peter's neck, pulling him closer. His hips hitch and grind up against the knee he feels nudge roughly between his thighs. Cock hard in his jeans as Peter allows him to rut up into his thigh.

"Alpha."

The broken moan reaches Peter's brain, overriding his Alpha instinct for the most part. He pulled his mouth away from Derek's neck inciting a cry from the Beta, however he placated himself by continuing to hump into Peter's thigh as Peter took in the sight of his nephew.

Derek spread out on the underbrush of the forest, a panting, horny mess. Putting his all into fucking Peter's leg and whining for his Alpha's approval. Peter's own cock was hard in his pants and all that ran through his mind was how to properly claim his wayward nephew. To Fuck him.

"To knot him."

"I've got you, Derek. Alpha's here.