Peter Hale couldn't get the sound of Marcus Quinn's dying cries out of his head. His grip on Peter's hand was tight his unfocused eyes started hauntingly ahead of him, and a small whimper left his lips.

"M-m-y-y."

"Don't talk," Peter said.

"M-my son yo-you have to find him please," his grip tightened," tell m-me y-y-you'll fi-find him."

"Shore yeah I'll find him," Peter said nodding his head.

He really just wanted this man to stop talking he had began to make this chocking sound in the back of his throat. Marcus closed his eyes content that his child would be safe.

The boy is small crouched in the basement trying to make him as small as possible. His mop of dark hair hung down into brown eyes.

"What's your name?"

Peter reached a hand out to him, the boy actually whimpered stepping into the shadows of the basement. Peter was suddenly reminded of a scared animal, he had never really seen one of them hunted before it was very scary.

"Your dad sent me I'm Peter."

They stood starting at each other the boy's eyes glowing a golden yellow.

"The hunters are gone your safe," Peter said.

The same blank dead eyes.

"Derek I-I'm Derek."

Peter almost didn't hear him his voice was soft.

Derek throws up when he tells him about his father. Peter places his hand on his small shaking back, he's thirteen and his family is gone decimated in the blink of an eye. He doesn't speak the three-hour ride to the Hale residence; Peter isn't shore if he even knows where he is.

"How did it happen?" Laura asked starting at Derek he voice soft and her face pained.

"Hunters," Peter said darkly," Where's Talia?"

Laura tried to offer Derek something to eat again; Peter thinks she'll make a good mother one day.

"Meeting with the other pack they went to retaliate," she casted a side long glace at Derek," They might want to take him with them."

"What?" Peter said in shock.

"I don't know Uncle Peter someone has to take him the hunters tried to kill him."

She only ever called her Uncle Peter when she was truly scared; they were only a few years apart really. They each looked at Derek whose shirt and jacket were still covered in blood from his now healed wounds. Peter thought it must be a horrible thing to be a casualty of war. Right now a group of very powerful wolfs were deciding which pack would use him as a symbol of revenge. Laura went to high school she had friends she was a cheerleader for god sake; she wasn't a commodity to be traded.

"Talia."

Peter ran to greet his sister-in-law at door she was staring to look pregnant. His brother had told Peter to look after her while and the other male's were away for the summer hunting. He was starting to worry that he wasn't fulfilling his order she looked tired. He helped her to the dinning room table even pulling out the chair for her. Talia actually smiled crossing her arm in front of her.

"I'm Talia Hale," she said to Derek.

"I know," Derek said softly, "my dad talked about you the shape sifter."

"Your father was a good man," Talia said.

Derek's eyes were suddenly extra bright.

"Why don't sleep Derek you must be tired Laura will show to your room," Talia said patting his hand.

Derek nodded he probably was exhausted he had been literally running for his life only a few hours ago. Laura was politely quit as they acceded the main staircase. Peter looked at Talia her dark hair was braided hair and blue dress dotted with flowers hardly made her seem like the finale authority to many packs but she was. Peter would give her respect to let her speak first but he very curiosity.

" Stop starting at me Peter it's strange."

"Well if you what's happening then I wouldn't have to."

Talia smiled, "Well we're keeping him."

"How?" Peter asked.

"Well your brothers are going to have to give up some land to Deucalion, but none of them want a war or a kid," Talia said.

Peter nodded suddenly feeling drained all of the sudden.

"How bad was it?" Talia asked tears welling in her eyes.

"Do you really want to know," Peter asked.

Talia laded her hand on her belly starting into space for a moment.

"I knew him you know Marcus, before your brother are family were friends. When I met the Hale's he didn't come to the wedding it was a pack thing they didn't like one another. I ashamed to say I didn't even know he had a son. I never thought he would see his father ri-ripp-ripped apart-"

Peter tried not to notice she was crying because Talia was so strong it seemed wrong. She was though big loud tears that said she hadn't made a pack leader decision but a human decision a motherly decision. Peter wasn't shore how he felt about the women he considered his sister being so sentimental it just wasn't how he was raised they made pack decisions not individual one's. He didn't like to think how angry his brothers were going to be for letting this happen, Peter shuttered at the thought. The Hale's were traditional Peter remembered when his brother brought home Talia she had been lonely because Hale's don't have friends they had friends they had pack that was all they needed. Peter could only hope that the respect that the pack had for Talia would prevent his brother form ripping his throat his out.

"Is that why you sent me their because he was your friend." He said the word sounded foreign to him.

Talia smiled whipping a tear from her eye.

"Something like that, maybe one day you'll understand what that means."