The question that they all ask is' what was he like?' what was Peter like before the fire, before he went insane but he was insane long before then, he was the perfect child before someone took it all from him fourteen years ago.
"Peter I have to go, my parents want me home before midnight this time," a small voice chuckled against his chest, the small form of his best friend, his other half lay against his chest on a cold September night. It had become tradition for Blake to stay at the Hale house for dinner every night, they had somehow convinced Talia that they were doing homework, but instead they stayed up for as long as they could and cuddled, they didn't need to talk just being near each other was heaven on earth. "Fine," Peter groaned "but at least let me drive you home this time," Blake propped himself up on his elbow so he could look into Peter's glowing eyes "I'll be fine, it's like a ten minute walk and besides if I run into trouble I'll just scream for my big bad werewolf." He lent in further so he could brush his lips over the plump pink lips of one Peter Hale, he didn't give Peter any chance to react before he was pulling away and jumping off Peters bed.
"Tease!" a chuckle was the only reply Peter got before Blake left through his open bedroom door with his backpack slung over his shoulder "I'll text you later babe!" Peter couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he lay there and slowly drifted off to sleep.
He was woken in the early hours of the morning by the loud beeping of his cell phone, Peter rolled over quickly and snatched his phone off his side dresser before it could wake any of the young wolfs downstairs. "Hello?" he mumbled
"Hi Peter it's Mrs Richards I was just calling to see if Blake has left yet, it's getting pretty late." A wave of pure horror raced through his core, Peter bolted up in bed, his eyes glowing yellow in his pitch black room, he could feel his fangs poking at his bottom lip and struggled to suppress his wolf. "Blake left here a few hours ago, you've checked his room right...and the tree house?" the deep breathing and soft sobs from the other end confirmed his greatest fear, Blake hadn't made it home that night and it was all his fault. He should have been there even if he was watching from the shadows so he could make sure that he got home safely. It was all his fault.
It was two hours later that the Sheriff's department were combing through the preserve looking for him. Peter had tried to follow the scent of old books and mint but he couldn't find the scent, it was as if he had dropped off the face of the planet, not even Talia could find a trace of his scent or even a trail to follow. It was hopeless and Peter knew it, if they couldn't find him then the Sheriff's department wouldn't either. If only he was stronger, more powerful than he could find him, he would find him, he just needed more power. He needed to be an Alpha. Peter didn't care how he came upon this power but he will become Alpha even if he has to kill the entire town to do so.