Peter stared in the glass of whiskey he was holding. The bar was alright. Not his favorite, nowhere near as fun as the one in Oakland was, but it suited his needs for now. There weren't that many people in there which was fine with him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with people, he really wasn't sure why he was even there.
He was bored, not just from the bored but from everything. It wasn't something that happened to him a lot, but it seemed to be happening a lot lately. A year ago if someone told him he would be without a pack and be sitting alone in a bar he would have laughed at them before possibly maiming them. Then again a year ago he had a pack and more importantly, he had Stiles.
That last thought bothered him more than anything else. He took another swallow of his drink, finishing it off. He felt so pathetic. Peter didn't do pitiful. He didn't do lonely. This was something that losers felt, people not worth any of Peter's time. He didn't care for people. To him, people were kind of like cigarettes. He would use them when he felt like and he would discard them when he was done, often reducing them to nothing.
Of course, then he met some spastic, cunning, punk who changed everything. Peter wouldn't ever show it, but Stiles made him feel. It wasn't much but he wanted to be a little less self-destructive when he was with Stiles, but only a little bit.
Being an Alpha was supposed to be great and it was for a short-lived while. After that showdown with the hunters Peter barely escaped with his life. He didn't understand why he out of all people was given so many chances, he wasn't going to waste them. He left Oakland after that incident with the hunters, he didn't want them finding him and he felt like a change of scenery was needed. For a brief moment he thought that reinventing himself might be for the best, but there wasn't any excitement with it. Besides, he thought, why reinvent perfection?
However, before he went his separate way he made a stop in Beacon Hills. He knew it was silly and a tad too close to something out of a sappy love story for his taste, but he needed to leave Stiles a note. The last time they saw each other Stiles said that he was only there to help him because of his morals, but Peter thought, no knew, there had to be more to it. Stiles had feelings for him, what they had was a complicated relationship, but that was just how things were. The only reason Peter stopped at the note and didn't flat out talk to him was because he knew that if he wanted another chance he had to take it slow. Patience wasn't something Peter was good at, but if it was for something he wanted he would wait for however long it took.
So he left the note and bolted out of there. He traveled around the country for many months, never staying in one place for more than a few days. For the most part it was like his life in Oakland, the one night stands, drugs, alcohol, same old same old. There was just something different about it that Peter couldn't place, he finally would chalk it up to him being partial to the Oakland area and just missing the atmosphere. The lack of pack was another reason as to why he might've felt different, but he managed. It was unconventional for an Alpha to behave this way, then again peter was never one to adhere to conventional methods.
But now, he was nearing California once again and he thought it was time lay back down some roots. He would get Stiles back. It wouldn't be easy but nothing worth having ever was for Peter. He was never one for accepting no for an answer. He didn't expect Stiles to welcome him with open arms, in fact he would disappointed if Stiles did. Stiles was one of the few people who wasn't afraid to let Peter know what he thought, wasn't afraid of bruising Peter's ego. Peter found it so refreshing, he needed that back.
He once had plans. He was going to have a strong pack, a mate, he was going to have it all. He was once something, he was once 'St. Peter', he didn't know how he lost it all so quickly but he needed to get it back.
He would be back on top one way or another.