The full moon was close and Talia had told all her children, and Peter, again what they would have to do. This moon was different though. Her tone when more stern and serious than it was at the last full moon talk. None of the others picked up on it that much though. Other than Peter, that was. "What's different this time?" Peter asked coldly. Each one of Talia's children looked at Peter confused, even Cora who was younger than the others.

Talia looked at her younger brother with a very subtle stern look but her tone remained calm and cool. "Hunters are in town," she said with a sigh. She didn't want to tell her children but they would be able to hear her heart beat and know when she was lying to them. That, and she didn't want them to worry which is why she wanted to avoid mentioning the hunters at all.

"I'll ask again, what's different? Hunters barely come through here. You told me the last time they did was when I was a baby. That was about nineteen years ago. So what's different this time?" His voice carried more anger and resentment than he had wanted to let slip because Talia was his Alpha and he knew no matter what his feelings about the situation he still needed to show her respect.

"These hunters are different Peter," Talia said resting her hand on Peter's shoulder for comfort. As soon as her hand touched his shoulder he rolled his shoulders forward to get it off in an instant reflex. Something he had done many times before. "Though there is a reason why they are here now. You all know that there are three other packs in town. I told you about that when they arrived. Four packs in one very small town is bound to grab the attention of hunters. That's why they are here."

Peter just nodded in reply, not sure what to ask next or if anything needed asking. He had seen a few of the other pack members around town but knew that the best thing was to walk the other way. While either him or the other wolves might not have anything against each other there would always be a tension between the betas in the different packs. The amount of people he was told to be careful around frustrated him. He was already acting careful around his family and friends now he had to around strangers he had never met or wanted to meet. "More being careful," he said bitterly, "got it."

Though the Hale's where well off financially, Peter worked at Howard's Hardware in the centre of the small town. At first the job was only for his college application but the more he worked at the shop the more he came to enjoy it so decided to stay on until he left for college. After Talia's little talk he left straight for work. There was still quite a bit of time before he had to leave but he didn't want to listen to another talk about to do on a full moon. He had heard enough of them to know what to do.

The shop itself wasn't as big as many of the most of the shops in the town but it wasn't small either and it was well stocked with many of the usual things that would be found in a hardware store. When he walked in he saw a few customers lingering around in various parts of the shop. At a simple glance once customer caught his eye but he couldn't look for too long as he was already at the staff door and punching in the code to get in. "You're early," Mr Howard said as Peter put on his badge and apron.

"Thought I'd come in early," he said neatening himself up a little bit.

"Things that bad at home?" Though it was a personal question there was genuine care in Mr Howard's words that Peter often got when he talked with the old man.

"No, just couldn't be bothered dealing with Talia or looking after one of the kids. And I knew I was in soon so I thought that being early wouldn't matter and would give me something to do." There was no more conversation as Peter knew from walking in that a few shelves needed to be restocked so he took a small box and started his shift. He was closer to the customer that caught his eye on the way in and because of his werewolf hearing he could hear some of what was being said. There wasn't anything of much interest so he turned his attention back to the selves. This was short lived as the customer came over to him. Though the man wasn't much older than Peter was his voice was so deep that it made him sound older than what he was. "Can I help you?" he wolf asked putting down his little box of stock.

"I'm looking for a few special tools that you don't seem to have, is there anyway you could order them in?" The man was looking at Peter with unmistakable interest that Peter knew he had returned.

"Yeah we do that a lot here," he said walking over to the till where the order order book was kept, "tell me what you need and I'll order it, should be here within a few days."

He just took out a small piece of paper which had all the things he needed and handed it to Peter. "Is that it?" he asked not taking his eye from Peter.

"I need a contact number," the man raised his eyebrows in response which made Peter grin just a little, "so that I can tell you when your stuff is in." With his face a little pink he gave Peter his number. "And a name?" he asked looking down at the order sheet ready to fill it in.

"Chris Argent."

Argent.

Peter looked up the instant he heard Chris say his name. Of course he knew the name. Every wolf did. He grew up learning about hunters and werewolves which, of course, included the Argent family.

"A-R-G-E-N-T." Chris said looking at Peter but with more of a fierce intrigue than before.

"Got it," Peter said tearing off a bit of the slip and handing it to Chris, "should be here in a few days. I'll get Mr Howard to give you a call when your order is ready to be picked up." There was a quick flash of disappointment that was brief, but noticeable which peter picked up on. Chris opened his mouth to say something but instead remained quiet. "Is there something wrong?" Peter asked.

"No, I just hoped that you would be the one to call."

Though he had suspected Chris's interest in him that confirmed it for the wolf and he couldn't stop a boyish grin form on his face. Even though he knew Chris was a hunter he couldn't help himself. "I might but it won't be for your tools. Well, maybe one in particular."

Chris chuckled softly, "you're pretty forward but my phone will be on." He gave Peter another look over then walked out of the shop. The smile on his face didn't fade until he got to his car.

"What took you so long?" Victoria snapped from the passenger side.

"I had to order the stuff in," Chris said starting his car.

"Well we need to get back. Gerard can only looking after Allison for an hour and I don't want to leave our newborn alone."

Chris drove back towards the house that his family was renting while they stayed in Beacon Hills but couldn't get Peter out of his head. There was something about him that made him quite present in his thoughts on the drive home and he briefly thought about what would happen when he called.