Now where'd that cambion get to...
The cambion ran between the trees of the woods, only slowing when he was miles ahead and he gritted his teeth, watching the claw marks on his chest knit themselves back together. His teeth gritted together and he started towards the place where the fire had burned down the house, following familiar trees that Derek knew. He had to be more cautious. He didn't have enough power to transform, and his resources were dwindling. All he had was Derek's strength and the cambion had his intelligence to wiggle another meal out of someone.
The pack. The cambion remembered a blonde girl that had considerable lust for Derek. It was nothing like Stiles' passion, but it would do. It could give him enough power to change into someone more desirable. Someone less dangerous to be around. Damn Derek for biting his back up body. He'd used up a lot of energy just transforming so much that day. Changing once or twice was manageable, but nearly dying and then changing again used everything.
The cambion looked at his hands, which were shaking and his belly retracted in hunger. 5 more. He had 5 more full doses of his drug. The cambion's hand tightened into a fist and he snarled. He would have to take advantage of the weakened pack. An easy meal awaited him just a mile more into the woods. All he had to do is lure the girl away.
Reaching the Hale house at a jog, the cambion entered, trying to be as casual as one could be with blood stains covering him in streaks and splatters. It was quiet. The cambion looked into every room he passed before he walked up the stairs. This would be simple. Prick the girl, lead her out, and find a cozy place, maybe that old train station that Derek was fond of.
The cambion reached the second floor landing and witnessed a glow from the room he sought. He frowned and walked to the door frame. There was the pack, Erica, Isaac, Jackson, and Boyd, curled up, looking near complete recovery. And then there was Peter who sat across the room, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. Peter's laptop was open in the resurrected man's lap and he was staring at something.
"Welcome." Peter didn't even glance up, the sound of some typing filling the air. The cambion swallowed and inwardly grimaced. He couldn't rely on Derek's memories for this. Peter was enigmatic, even to Derek who had known him for so long. The cambion decided to stay silent, his hand leaning up against the door frame, his healed muscles straining only a little. Finally, Peter closed the laptop, his blue eyes glinting from the screen light as it closed. Peter looked him up and down. "You look as though you've been in a fight or two."
"You should sleep, you haven't slept for days." The cambion said and Peter smiled lightly.
"I would, but... I have to wait for the alpha to return." Peter knitted his fingers together and the cambion swallowed. How the hell was everyone seeing through him right now?
"How could you tell?" The cambion asked and Peter stood, dusting himself off and brandishing his claws.
"You just told me. Just now." Peter smiled in the dark and 4 other pairs of eyes started to glow from the mattresses. The cambion only had a moment to feel like a complete idiot before the pack attacked.