Eichen House, home to the craziest of Beacon Hills which now included one Peter Hale. It really wasn't fair, it was all just their opinions that he was the crazy one. As far as Peter was concerned he was the only sane one. Not that his opinion mattered really. There was no changing his niece and nephew's mind about his sanity, all he was left with was an Alpha command to cause no supernatural harm to anyone in seek of his escape of the great Eichen House. To which he rolled his eyes in response which did nothing but further aggravate his dear nephew and Alpha Derek. He had already died once at the hands of the boy and he was a boy not yet a man, so he really would rather not have to try coming back a second time. Especially because Peter never bet on anything that wasn't a sure thing for him at least not since he's finished getting revenge for the death of his family. They should be thanking him not locking away and tossing the key, but there was no changing either of there minds even for a manipulative genius such as him. So he didn't fight back, didn't resist because he knew all that would earn him was a straight jacket and an armed escort.

Instead he was going to walk in head held high and god forbid anyone comments because he was still allowed to use violence just not in attempts of escape. Flanked by his niece and nephew, his only remaining pack beyond some teenager that he had turned during his time as an Alpha. When he had been out of his mind with the intent of killing all those involved in the death of his family. Of course Derek didn't take in the lowly beta because he's a retarded emotionally stunted little shit as far as Peter was concerned. "Remember the rules Peter." and there was his asshole of an Alpha now, always interrupting his thought process and taking the fun out of everything. "Goodbye Uncle Peter." at least his niece showed him some respect.

Not that he was going to acknowledge either of them anymore after this, fuck'em they're on their own now just like he is. "Ya, bye bye." Traitors. Walking forward on his own he was officially taken into custody of one Eichen House, which was more like a prison than a mental health institute. Seriously, with all the money their family has they could have sent him anywhere and they chose here just because it meant he wouldn't be leaving Beacon Hills, where they have mountain ash in the building to keep him in he supposed. What other choice did they really have after all, he was a little unhinged always was and he had the power to cause some serious damage as had been proven by the murder spree and subsequent resurrection.

He was a law unto himself really and while he had to obey any Alpha command now, Peter was a master at finding loopholes and that's exactly what he intended to do as soon as his once pack and family was long gone. Walking into the common room after a good pat down to which he just grinned mischievously at the orderly causing the man to be rather uncomfortable. Good, he wanted them all uncomfortable. It amused the hell out of him. He took note of every human in the room and how all but one moved subtly away from him. Either this boy who looked him straight in the eye without flinching had no survival instincts or he'd met his kind before. He smelled vaguely familiar like they had met in passing once which wasn't unlikely in a small town like Beacon Hills.

Moving smoothly to sit directly across from the boy who looked like he hadn't slept in days Peter didn't even manage to get a word out before the boy demanded, "Alpha, Beta, or Omega?" Interesting, so he knew about the wolves roaming California then. Maybe that's why he's in here. No normal person would believe that werewolves were reality rather than fiction. In his usual pain in the ass way Peter simply replied with, "Was, could be, or am?" The snort he got in reply wasn't what he expected as the boy dismissed him by going back to his notebook writing furiously in what couldn't be anything other than code from what Peter could see. Sighing Peter knew this boy could be of use to him so he answered honestly with, "Was an Alpha, could be a Beta, but am now an Omega."

"Interesting." the boy replied simply looking straight into Peter's oh so blue eyes which he allowed to flash for just a moment their electric blue and watched as the cogs in the boy's brain turned until anger so fierce it almost made Peter reel poured off the boy as he stabbed his pencil through Peter's hand screaming out an outraged, "It was you! You killed them! You're the reason I'm here!" Yanking out the pencil while the orderlies were busy trying to gather up this human boy who in no more than two minutes figured out what had taken his family months to find out. Outstanding, truly. Peter watched as the boy was dragged off to solitary for his violent behavior against both another patient and the orderlies trying to corral him.

"Who was that?" Peter asked one of the leftover orderlies who was a bit out of breath from the struggle with the teen who had to be basically carried out. "That, that was Stiles Stilinski. Sherrif's kid. Went nuts started talking about how there were these werewolves killing people. His dad finally broke down and sent him here a few weeks ago. He's a handful, I'd avoid him if I were you Mr. Hale."