"I can hear it inside of you and, the reason that is, is because I'm a werewolf."

Peter paused a moment to let Tristan absorb the information that he just told her. He was tense waiting for a reaction, any reaction from her, but what happened next he did not expect. Tristan started laughing, hard. Her laughter only increased with the look of confusion and concern on his face. He turned away and Tristan started to calm down. "Hey, Peter. Hey, I'm sorry, you just really caught me off guard though. That was hilarious! Peter, hey-"

she stopped in her tracks with what she was saying, her breath caught in her throats and her her heart started racing. Peter had turned around, hair had suddenly grown on his face, there were now fangs instead of human teeth in his mouth, but what caught her attention the most were his piercing blue eyes. They glowed like light shown through them. As suddenly as it was there, it was all gone. His face looked normal and for a moment she thought she didn't really see all of it.

Peter took a cautious step towards her, afraid to scare her off. He tried reaching out to her, but she flinched back. Peter backed away from her, turned away and headed to the bedroom. He was in there for a while before Tristan slowly walked in, seeing him pack his belongings. As tears formed in her eyes a whimper escaped from her lips. He paused for a brief moment with packing a suitcase and glanced at her, but continued and started talking. "I knew I should have been more careful with you, but I was being too selfish with what I wanted. I just felt the absolute need to be with you." He finished packing and sat on the bed that was still unmade from that morning. Looking at her he continued more softly, "You have no idea how much you mean to me." He sighed, shaking his head, "I don't want to put you in any more danger than I already have." He closed to suitcase and stood there for a moment contemplating his next move. Turning to her he studied her, wanting to make sure what he was about to do before was the right thing. "Tris, there's something I need to do before I leave. I'm hoping it will protect you while I'm gone." He slowly approached her, reaching her gen held her, moving her hair behind her shoulder.

"Y-you're not going to to turn me into on every of you, are you?" He looked down at her pleading eyes and he felt something inside him break, seeing the hopelessness that was plain on her face. "No hun, I don't have the ability to turn anyone, no matter how much I might want to. I'm sorry." "Sorry about wha-" she was cut short as he quickly turned and bit her at the junction of her neck and shoulder. She cried out in pain and gasped when he lapped at the wound.

Backing away from her, he couldn't look in her eyes. "I'm sorry." He whispered before he grabbed the suitcase and left out the door, leaving her standing in shock.

NOW

"...After he left I cried for a while, but when I was done crying I started looking around and came across an address here in Beacon Hills." Tristan pulled out a postcard with Derek's address on the back. "I was hoping he was here, I wanted to tell him that I'm okey with him being what he is. I realized that I can't be without him and that I just love him too much. I feel this constant ache in my chest like someone punched me right in my lungs and left a hundred pound weaght where my lungs should be,Coming to a conclusion to her story, Tristan looked up at the the group and was slightly taken aback by the shock and disgust on their faces. Even Lydia had to try to suppress her anxiety and disgust.

Derek was the first to speak up, "So, what you're saying is that you slept with my uncle." He paused, taking a breath to help compose himself, "And then you got pregnant? How old are you, no wait, do you even know how old Peter is?!"

Before he could say any more Tristan raised his hand in front of him, silencing him. "Okay, yes, I do know he is older than me, but I'm actually not even supposed to be in high school. I'm in my late twenties, twenty eight to be exact. And, before you say something else, yes I do know that I look like I could be fifteen and the only reason I could enroll here is because I faked my transcripts." Tristan paused, looking down for a moment. Starting to talk again her voice trembled, "Something else happened, on the way here. On one of the nights I stopped at a motel for the night, I was coming back from a gas station, grabbing food, and as I got close to my room I saw someone was waiting by my door. I went to turn around, but when I did, someone was right behind me." She toook another pause, taking a deep breath trying to steady herself. "They grabbed me, and they took me in my room, questioned me and threatened me and my baby. They wanted to know where Peter was and when they were sure I was telling the truth, they turned to leave. But, one of them turned back towards me telling me to carry a message to Peter, and he left this." She pulled up the side of her shirt where four slashes scarred the right side of her ribs.

Derek flinched and moved slightly closer to Stiles even though he was close enough as it is. She also saw the subtle way Stiles brushed his arm with the back of his hand, like he was trying to reassure him that he was ok. She pulled her shirt back down seeing that they were not looking at her scar anymore, but at the bulge of her stomach.

Derek cleared his throat, "you said you were about three or four months right?" She nodded. "Well, I don't think you have a normal pregnancy." But, before Derek could explain any more, the bell rang to signal lunch was over and classes would start soon.

"Okay, everyone, that includes you Tristan, Pack meeting at the loft this afternoon." With Derek concluding the lunch meeting, everyone dispersed to head to their next class, with the exception of Stiles who hung back until everyone was gone. Stiles turned to Derek, "Okay, sour-wolf, I know that we've been keeping this" he gestured to the both of them, "secret, but we have to tell the pack. Tonight's a good night as any, so as we discuss what messed up shit is going on with the new girl and your psycho uncle, we'll just kind of slip it in there." Derek nodded and before Stiles left he grabbed him, placing a chase but passionate kiss to his lips, leaving them both somewhat satisfied.