Peter was running in the woods, it was about a week before the full moon. Peter sniffed the air, he smelled vanilla and death. That made Peter turn around, he growled at what he faced.
"Is that anyway to greet a boyfriend Peter?" Stiles asked as he walked closer.
"Last time I checked you left me and are mated to Deucalion." Peter growled bitterly.
"I never left you Peter." Stiles told him as he walked even closer.
"If you're here does that mean the Alpha packs here as well?" Peter asked.
"Yes. And before you ask we do have your little pups." Stiles said as he closed the distanced between them, they were only a few inches apart. Peter growled barring his fangs at Stiles.
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love your wolf eyes?" Stiles asked barring his own fangs at Peter.
"What do you want Stiles?" Peter growled not pushing Stiles away but instead grabbing his wrists.
"To give you a fair warning. Deucalion, for some insane reason, wants Derek in the pack. I'm telling you so you can either A) kill Derek yourself and take his place or B) leave Derek's pack and become neutral so you don't get killed. Of course we both know you won't do either. You're to fiercely loyal. It's one of the many things I love about you." Stiles said. Peter was so surprised that Stiles was able to get out of his grip.
"See you around Peter." Stiles said as he smirked then ran off.