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Aly's POV

After Peter told us how he intended to get rid of the kanima and actually save Jackson, instead of killing him, he sent everyone home. Derek, Isaac and I watched them go. I pushed my dark hair out of my face and noticed that Isaac was staring at me. I looked at him.

"Why are you staring, Isaac?" I asked, I was tired filthy and hungry and now had one seriously pissed-off psychotic uncle to deal with. I had no desire to be stared at to go with it.

"It's hard to believe that you're really alive, Aly, or how much you look like Derek and Peter. I don't know why I didn't see it when I met Derek," he responded. I looked at Isaac, remembering the adorable seven year old I had met on our first day of second grade and the defeated looking eleven year old he'd been when Kate Argent had killed most of my family and changed my life forever. And Isaac's.

I hadn't really had any friends in grade school, Cora had been in the same grade as me but because half the class didn't like me because I was a year ahead (A/N Aly is in the same grade as all the others but is a year younger because she skipped first grade, it also bothered me in the show that Cora would've been in the same grade as the kids but no one remembered her, so Isaac remembers Aly) so she didn't really hang out with me much. Isaac had been a good friend and I had missed him since the fire. I didn't really think about the only two real friends I'd made since the fire, we had become friends just trying to survive. I hadn't seen them in three years. I just hoped they were okay.

I was jerked out of my thoughts by my uncle's voice, "Ailsa, I'd like to speak with you, privately," he said, indicating the door. I followed him outside and to his car. He put me in the passenger seat and then sat in the driver's seat and started to drive.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Nowhere in particular, I just wanted to make sure we weren't overheard," he said.

"Oh, what do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Let's start with what you're doing back in Beacon Hills, Princess" he responded.

"If I tell you will you stop calling me that?" I asked him.

"Stop calling you what?" he asked.

"Princess, will you stop calling me Princess," I told him.

"I've called you Princess since the day you were born. It's not going to change," he told me.

"Really? Because you calling me Princess sounds like a term of endearment and you, me, and Derek are the only ones who know it's not. As a matter of fact, last I checked, you greatly disapprove of me exsisting" I said. (A/N I promise I will explain I just like to torture people a bit so it'll take a while before cryptic comments made by the Hales are fully explained)

"I disapprove of the responsibility and importance placed on your life. I never regretted you. I never saw my brother happier than was the day you were born. I loved my brother, I wanted him to be happy," my uncle told me. For a moment I entertained the idea that the uncle I remembered wasn't as dead as I thought. When I had found out what he did to Laura and all the murders I had decided that my uncle was dead. That the monster that had killed cousin and added more death to what was already far too much was just what had taken his place. But the way he talked about my dad, that sounded like my Uncle Peter, the man who had taken me to the park, taught me to tie my shoes, and helped me pick out the dress on wore on my first day of kindergarten.

He murdered Laura, I reminded myself, he was a monster, and he killed my cousin.

"You need to start behaving in pack meetings and you need to officially join my pack, we should get you enrolled in school, too," he said. That got my attention.

"Wow, what? Who said I was staying?" I asked.

"I did, you're a minor and I'm your uncle," he reminded me.

"Grandpa's my guardian!" I protested.

"I called your grandfather. Wolves are patriarchal, Princess. He's your mother's father, I'm your father's brother, you belong to me," he explained.

"You can't be serious! This is bullshit!" I yelled.

"And that attitude needs to change. There are rules and you and Derek following them would make everything a lot easier than the both of you running your mouths every chance you get," He admonished.

When I didn't say anything else he pulled the car over, "Look at me, Ailsa," he ordered.

I looked him in the eyes, two sets of identical blue eyes met. They were the same eyes I had gotten from my father, the same eyes Peter and Dad had gotten from their father, Hale eyes. Aunt Talia had gotten her brown eyes from grandma, Derek had gotten his green ones from his dad, and Cora had had Talia's eyes. But the rest of us, Dad, Peter, Laura, me, we all had those blue Hale eyes. I wanted so badly to scream, to yell, to grab my uncle and demand to know how he had looked into Laura's eyes, identical to his own, and ripped her in half. I didn't even move.

"Princess, you're filthy. Did you bring any clean clothes?" he asked.

Startled by the sudden change of topic, I answered, "I only brought my messenger bag with a few books and my tablet, and I wasn't planning on staying."

He out the car back on the road and headed in the direction of the mall, "Let's go get you some pajamas and something to wear tomorrow, we'll work the rest out later."

The rest of the drive was spent in silence.

Peter's POV

(Flashback, Aly is 4, Cora is 5, and Derek is 12)

"Unca Petah can we go to the park?" asked a small voice near my knee. I looked down to see my nieces, Aly and Cora. I sighed and put down my book.

"What did your parents say?" I asked them.

"Mommy said we could go but we had to take you and Dewik," Aly told me.

Derek, across the room, looked up from whatever wretched video game he was playing now, "I'm not going to the park."

"Yes, you are, Derek, you going to go quietly?" I told him.

"I'm not going," he insisted.

I walked over to nephew, who was small and slim for his age. I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder.

"Looks like you are coming, Derek," I said, over Cora and Aly laughing as Derek loudly protested and demanded I put him down. I ignored him and walked out to my car, my nieces followed, still laughing as Derek continued to yell. I put him in the passenger seat and told the girls to get in the backseat.

When we were on our way, I leaned over to my nephew," Smile, Derek, the girls want to have fun. You ca go back to your mindless video games after dinner."

"I don't see why I have to come in the first place," he snarled.

"Sorry to tell you this Derek, but cubs still need supervision even when they're a lot older then twelve. If they don't get it things get broken."

End of flashback

I wondered, as I wondered through the mall with Aly, If during his brief tenure as Alpha is Derek had at least learned that.