A/N: My husband is coming home from his deployment soon. Needless to say, it's been nearly impossible for me to focus on anything else. I have tons of ideas for updates and one-shots, but when I go to sit down and try to write them out – nada. Bear with me, lovelies! It's not for lack of trying. I promise.


I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.


Chapter Eight:


Morning came too soon. I winced as I sat up. I looked next to me and realized that Peter had already gotten out of bed. I could hear him talking with someone in another part of the house. I took a deep breath and managed to drag myself out of bed. I padded over to the bathroom, slowly. I brushed my teeth and went through as much of my morning routine, as I could, by myself.

I spotted my bag that Peter must have brought over last night. I pulled out a pair of leggings and got them on, without too much struggle. My knee is smarting, like nobody's business today. I grabbed my meds and ventured out into Peter's house, trying to pinpoint where the voices were coming from.

I noticed Peter, before he noticed me. He was having what looked like a heated discussion with a man I had never met in his kitchen. He looked over at me and his face immediately softened. He reached out for me and pulled me into his arms. I sighed in contentment as I rested my face against his chest.

"Sweetheart, there's someone I would like you to meet." Peter told me, softly. I lifted my face and had to force myself not to let my gaze linger on his sinfully attractive face. I looked over at the man who I had yet to be introduced to.

"My name is Alan Deaton. It's a pleasure to meet you, Bonnie. Peter has told me a little about you. I knew your grandmother, once." The man introduced. That caught my interest. I stared at him, not sure what to think. I offered him my hand, after the initial surprise wore off. His hand shocked me and pulled it away from him. Even Alan seemed to be surprised by what happened.

"What was that?" I asked him. He looked pensive. I wondered if he would even answer me.

"It has been said to happen when two magic wielders make physical contact. It's not common, but not unheard of." He explained.

"Magic? Are you high?" I exclaimed, before I could stop myself. Peter chuckled and Alan looked equally amused.

"Do you not know who or what you are?" Alan asked me in disbelief.

"Is that a trick question? I'm a Bennett. I'm a human. What else is there?"

"What was your Grams, sweetheart?" Peter pressed. And just like that it dawned on me. It clicked in my brain. I understood what he was asking me.

"What? I'm not a witch. I'm not. My Grams was, but not me. I can't do what she did." I argued.

"Your powers have to manifest, Bonnie. They should be fully manifested, by your eighteen birthday." Alan explained.

"No offense, Alan, but just because you knew Grams doesn't mean that I can trust you." My mouth was doing all of the talking, before my brain could even process what was being said.

"May I?" Alan asked, gesturing to my hand. I glanced up at Peter and he just nodded. I mirrored Peter and nodded, giving him the okay. Alan took my hand in his and flashes of his meetings with Grams flashed before my eyes. How is this even possible? They weren't just friends – they were close. They practiced magic together. He's telling the truth. Goddess, there are so many things that I'll never know about my Grams and so many things that she'll never get a chance to tell me. It's not fair. Why, of all people, did she have to die? I'm so lost without her. She would know what to do. She always knew what to do.

I moved my hand away from Alan's, before he was finished. I couldn't see anymore. Her death is too fresh. It hurts too much. I could feel my resolve begin to crumble. I was drowning in a sea of sorrow and I wasn't sure how I was going to pull myself out, this time. Peter interlaced his fingers with me and I felt tethered to reality, again.

"That doesn't mean that I have magic, like she did." My voice cracked and I did my best to ignore it.

"You have to open yourself up to the possibility. You have it within you. You just need help bringing it out. Practice meditation, especially in nature. Let the earth calm and rejuvenate you. When you're ready to explore more, Peter knows how to get a hold of me." Alan told me. I nodded, numbly. "I trust you two have other things to discuss. I'll be in touch." Just like that, he left. Peter cleared his throat, as soon as he heard his front door close.

"Deaton means well, sweetheart." Peter assured me. I scowled and looked up at him.

"A little warning would have been nice." I sighed.

"Forgive me?" He asked, as his lips lowered closer to mine. I nodded and then he was kissing me. I gasped against his mouth and his tongue quickly found mine. I tried to stand taller and pushed myself onto my tiptoes. I ignored the sting in my knee. His hand moved to the small of my back to help support me. His other hand cupped the side of my face, as we kissed. I pulled away, just enough to catch my breath. I looked up at him and his eyes weren't flashing, but they were a brilliant, glowing blue. A blue that couldn't be natural.

"What are you?" I asked him. He didn't answer me. I raised my good arm and traced the outside of his eyelids. I could feel his breathing quicken. "Is that how you knew that I'm supposedly a witch?" I pressed. He just nodded. "Peter?" My voice grew softer. I don't think that he'd hurt me, but that fact that he isn't answering my questions is making me nervous.

"I'm a werewolf." He replied, finally. I just nodded. "I would never hurt you." His words were heartbreakingly sincere.

"I know." I breathed. He offered me a small smile. It wasn't the smirk that I'd become accustomed to seeing. It was an actual, genuine Peter Hale smile.

"I don't think that you're ready to know everything." He admitted. Before I could ask him what he meant by that, someone knocked on his door. He kissed my forehead and left to answer it. It was Alan.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. I seem to have forgotten my book." Alan explained, as he and Peter made their way back to the kitchen. It was only then, that I saw something that looked a little like Grams' old grimoire. I never understood what it was, but she always had it close by.

"What do you mean by everything?" I asked Peter. I don't want to pussyfoot around the issue. I just want to know. Not knowing is putting me on edge.

"You told her?" Alan asked Peter. Peter sighed.

"Not everything, Alan." Peter clarified.

"What did you tell her?" Alan pressed.

"That I'm a werewolf."

"How is that not everything?" I asked him. Alan looked between both of us.

"Why don't the three of us sit down?" He offered. Peter offered me his hand. I took it without hesitation. I still trust him. I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to explain why.

"Peter isn't the only supernatural being in Beacon Hills. Beacon Hills lives up to its name. It's an actual beacon of sorts. Peter is part of a pack. He is a beta werewolf. He has an alpha and there are other betas that make up the pack." Deaton explained. I shook my head, trying to wrap my head around everything.

"That's everything?" I asked, deciding that I could freak out about what I had just learned later.

"Perhaps Peter should explain the rest," Alan declined to answer my question. My eyes flitted over to Peter. He looked uncomfortable, for the first time today.

"You're my mate." He answered, quietly.

"What?" I deadpanned.

"It's not as intimidating as it sounds." Alan spoke up. "It's more than physical attraction for Peter. His wolf craves you. He has an intense need to protect you."

"You aren't obligated to do anything, sweetheart. I would never dream of pressuring you. I would never hurt you." He reiterated what he told me earlier.

"Mate?" I echoed, still trying to process this. "As in… actual mate? Like we're supposed to mate one day?" I was officially freaking out.

"That's an option, but I would never force you." Peter cupped my cheek and moved his body, so it was facing mine. "You have a say in all of this. The power is yours. If you want me to stay away, then I will keep my distance. The only thing I cannot promise is your father's safety, should he choose to harm you." Peter tried to explain.

"It's my choice?" I asked him. He nodded. The tightness that had been building in my chest started to dissipate. I took a deep breath. "Can't… Can't we just… Can't we just keep things like they have been and just see what happens? This is a lot. I don't… I don't think I can deal with all of this, right now. I'm sore and I'm tired." I ranted. As soon as I finished, my stomach chose that moment to growl. Peter chuckled and it immediately lightened up the mood.

"Do you have any questions, Bonnie?" Alan asked me, gently.

"Does this mate thing mean anything for me?" I asked him. "If it affects Peter and his wolf, does it affect me, too?"

"In most cases, both mates are drawn to each other. With that being said, their relationships all differ. There aren't any rules, per se about what needs to happen between mates. Just know that the two of you are stronger together, than you are apart." He explained. I nodded.

"So… Mother Nature basically decided that we're destined to date?" I tried to joke. Peter smirked.

"Why don't I make you something to eat and you can take your meds. We can talk about this as much as you like." Peter offered. Alan's phone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket and sighed.

"I really must be going, but feel free to ask me any questions, should anything come to mind." Deaton grabbed his book and excused himself.

"Is there anything else I should know?" I asked Peter.

"Lydia is a banshee." He shrugged. I nodded, quietly. "The rest of the pack would probably prefer to reveal themselves in person."


True to his word, Peter made breakfast. He was patient with me and answered all of my questions to the best of his ability. The reality of everything was slowly starting to sink in. I still wasn't sure how comfortable I was being considered someone's mate, but if everything they told me was true, then nothing really changes. I think that I was psyching myself out, more than anything.

The fact that Peter is a werewolf and has skeletons in his closet – so to speak – doesn't bother me. Maybe it should? But it doesn't. The moment I met him, I knew that there was something different about him. At least now, I know what that something is.

He told me a little bit about his family and what happened to them. I did my best to just listen and not pry or ask too many questions about them. He puts on a brave face, but I can see the hurt that he does his best to hide, underneath his tough guy exterior.

I told him what it was like growing up in Mystic Falls and how father used to be, before my Grams died. Things were so different back then. He was different back then. I was different.


"So much for just being friends, huh?" I teased him, a little out of it, because of the meds I was on. He chuckled.

"I would be more than happy to be much more than just your friend, as soon as you're of age." He laughed.

"Is that your way of calling me jailbait?" I asked him. He nodded and pressed a gentle kiss against my lips.

"It is."


Stiles, Scott and Lydia are supposed to come by tomorrow. Peter asked them to give us some time to ourselves today. Now that everything has started to sink in, I just have this gut feeling, like knowing them, knowing about them is a good thing and not the other way around.


A/N: Okay everyone, Bonnie's father will make an appearance next chapter. Reviews would be awesome.