Author's Notes: Wonder if people on here are still reading this. Hm... Not the point okay let's go. Chapter 10 was a pain in the ass because I really had no idea what I was writing. No not entirely true, I did but I wasn't sure where I was going with it for like half of the chapter. I think it came out decently. Hope you like!

"You should still be resting," Chris said, his voice laced with concern. There was no time to rest. Those initials. Sebastian Monae was alive. He had not been the only one to survive the fire. He thought he had been, he had been convinced of that for so very long. "Peter what happened?"

His thoughts were elsewhere but the touch of the cloth to his wounded shoulder brought him back out of the fog that was his mind. "Frank hurt her Chris. He shot her to save her from me and my kind…Because me and her son are werewolves. She got hurt because of me…"

Peter had yet to go to the hospital to see Melissa, but he knew that she was safe. In fact he was fairly certain that if John wasn't by her side he had an armed guard outside her room. Not that he wasn't madly in love with her or anything. Oh no that wasn't it at all. He could not face her. It had been three days and he was still having issues going to see her.

"It's not your fault Peter," Chris tried, a frown forming on his lips as he pulled the bandage away from his shoulder. "You have to believe that."

"I let her get hurt by him again…They all keep getting hurt because I can't do this…" His mind was racing; Melissa, Amelia, Daniel, Kathleen, Annette and Tessa. His mother and father. His younger sister. Oh god what would his father say. He had done such a bang up job as alpha. Oh look more people are dead or getting hurt because of him. "Sebastian's alive…"

"He worked for your brother right?" Chris asked leaning forward, his head tilted to the side.

"Yeah. Had the Monae family eyes. Bright blue wolf eyes…" There was a faint smile on his lips. "The entire family had them. Sebastian, Kathleen, Sasha. I bet Annette and Tessa would have too if they had not been born humans." And then it hit him. The reason why Erica was so good at being a wolf, a natural. He stood up suddenly, startling Chris as he tried to find the old photo album. He had a picture of her. He knew he did.

"Peter what?"

"Shush." Peter's eyes scanned the page and he stopped on the image of the three Monae children. Kathleen and Sebastian, and then the youngest, Sasha. She smiled up at him from the picture with her eyes bright. Peter closed his, taking a shaking breath. "Erica Reyes…" Oh god how had he not recognized it sooner. Sasha had married a human. The man she married? His last name had been Reyes.

Peter had never met the child. When Sasha died, Javier Reyes had taken the child and left Beacon Hills. None of them got to meet the little girl. But her eyes. Her eyes turned blue when she changed. The Monae family eye color. There was no way it was a coincidence.

He held the book out to Chris his hands were shaking slightly. She was his niece.

"Need to sit down…" Peter mumbled under his breath, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. He pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to stop the world from spinning. It was too much. So much for him to handle.

He could remember being there at their wedding, it was the first time that he and Chris had gone to a family function together. It was the first time he had introduced Chris to the pack as his mate. It had taken months of convincing but Sasha was willing to take the risk. After all she was the bride and what she said was law.

It had been an all day affair, the wedding was over and the pack and the Reyes family were at the reception. It was a beautiful summer evening. Peter was six years younger than the bride, Sasha, and he did like her. Nothing about her he didn't like. The two of them had been thick as thieves when it came to all things wolfish. So when he had asked if he could bring his mate even though he was a hunter. That didn't seem to bother her. After all what could an eighteen year old hunter do that a pack of wolves couldn't handle?

It had been sneaking Chris out of his house that had been the hard part. He had to claim that he was going out on a date with someone else. It wasn't a complete lie. He was just going out with Peter instead.

It was how Peter had ended up sitting at the table, his hand resting over Chris's as he watched the newly wed couple dance. Sasha looked happy, and that made him happy. But it also meant that he'd see less of her, something that he was not too fond of.

The song changed to one he recognized, and he caught sight of Sasha motioning to him to go onto the dance floor. A smile flickered across his lips and he stood up. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" Peter asked holding his hand out to Chris.

The hunter gave him a smile and took his hand, allowing Peter to lead him out onto the dance floor. Oh it was a scandle, he could see the faces on the pack as they recognized just who it was that the alpha's little brother was dancing with.

The words of The Mummer's Dance played in the background as Peter put his hands on Chris's waist, Chris's hands came up to rest on Peter's shoulders. They danced, not a care in the world about what the rest thought. It wasn't like any of them could do anything about it. No one dared to get in Peter's way.

"I remember her…"

Peter looked up to see Chris looking down at the photo album, flipping through the pages. At one point Chris had met every member of his family, each and every single one. Some hated him because he was a hunter, others tolerated him for Peter's sake. And apparently there were two survivors of the fire. Peter could have sworn that Sebastian had been in the house that night. Then again, he had not been thinking clearly.

The hunter took a seat beside Peter looking at him, concern in his eyes. It was odd for him to see such emotion, though perhaps now the hunter was starting to come out of his shell again. Chris had built up walls around himself, probably as a precaution or something that just came with the title of 'hunter.' Regardless it was still strange.

"I'm okay Chris. You don't have to worry…"

"I'm going to regardless of what you say," Chris countered nudging his shoulder gently. The hunter checked his watch and sighed softly. "I need to head back." Chris pressed a kiss to the top of Peter's head. "I'll call if I can."

Peter watched as Chris made his way towards the bedroom door. He didn't want him to leave. "I love you…"

Chris stopped turning back to look at him, a smile forming on his lips. "I love you too Peter Hale. Don't forget that."

He found himself alone in his room. He laid back on the bed his eyes staring up at the ceiling. There was a smile on his lips, faint, but a smile. Slowly he got up and made his way downstairs to where the pack was. Isaac looked up at him, worry written all over his face. Laura was reading some book. Derek had his arm around Stiles; the two of them were watching something on the TV.

"What are we watching?" Peter asked and all eyes were on him instantly. "I'm fine. Seriously. No don't even start with the questions, I really am not up for any of them."

With that he took a seat next to Isaac and put his feet up on the coffee table. It was a movie, some cheesy science fiction monster movie that Derek always seemed to be a fan of. But Peter didn't watch it. The others might but his mind was elsewhere.

It was back in the past, back to the night that he had told Chris that he loved him; the night that Chris found out he was a werewolf, and what happened afterwards. Honestly, he had no intention of ever telling his friends what he was. Besides Alan, but that was only because he already knew about Peter's furry little problem.

He sat there enjoying the chatter of his pack, the sound of their heart beats lulling him into a calm state.

There was blood in his mouth, the scent of Chris. He could smell him, could taste his blood. He could feel his claws sinking into his skin.

Peter's eyes snapped open as he lurched from his seat, gasping for air. The pack was staring at him again. What the hell had just happened?

He pressed his palms against his eyes. His head was throbbing. What was wrong with him? His body was shaking, aching. When he looked towards Stiles his eyes went red, a growl coming from his throat.

And then he was against the wall, Derek's clawed hand around his throat. Laura was yelling at them to stop as Peter easily shoved his nephew aside. His gaze was fixed on Stiles.

Smoke. He stopped, frozen in place at the sight of the match. It was and always would be his greatest fear. Fire. Of course it was with good reason.

What had happened…he wanted to attack Stiles. He had to get out of there. Peter grabbed his jacket and the keys to his motorcycle and left. A few minutes later he was out on the road, driving.

He pulled into the parking lot of the vet's office, taking off his helmet as he went inside, nearly making it all the way in. Until he got stopped by that damn mountain ash barrier. "Deaton. Open up."

The vet emerged from the back pulling a pair of gloves off; he stopped when he saw Peter a frown forming on his lips. "What is it?"

"It happened again…"

"You lost control the other day. I am not surprised."

"No Alan…the," Peter shook his head holding his hand out towards the mountain ash. He should have felt something some sort of force pushing his hand back but he didn't. "I feel like its back Alan…that part of me that enjoyed killing…the part I managed to suppress after the fire…"

Alan looked at him then opened the door that separated them. "Come in. Let's take a look at it then."

Peter went inside, slipping his jacket off.

"Shirt too Peter."

"I do know that Alan."

The alpha pulled off his shirt. His body had taken such a beating over the past month. Seriously. It was a wonder he was still standing, and he was sure lucky that werewolves did not scar. Otherwise his body would have been a mangled mess between the fire, the rogue's attack, the gunshot wound and, the most recent addition, a knife wound.

The pewter pendent shone against his skin, the matching tattoo on his left upper arm was visible. Few ever saw it. But now he also had a knife wound that had finally finished healing and-

"Damn it." Did Alan just swear?

"What is it?" Peter asked looking to the doctor as he looked at his side.

"The thing is infected. Lay on the table Peter, side up."

Peter did as he was instructed, closing his eyes. He could hear Alan whispering in what had to be Latin. Not that Peter could tell the difference, foreign languages were not his strong suit, unless being able to speak wolf counted. The faint scent of smoke, of incense reached his nose. A ritual, probably a healing one.

The wound was infected; it was taking his body's entire strength to be able to heal it, making it impossible for his body to fight anything else. Like the murderous monster that was trapped just below the surface.

He lay there while the shaman worked. After all that was what Deaton was. His friend, a guide for the pack, and a shaman. The table he was on was cold on his bare skin and was one of the few things that was actually keeping him awake. All he wanted to do was curl into a ball and sleep. Not that he'd let himself do that any time soon.

There was a monster inside of him waiting to break out and take control. And he was at his weakest, most vulnerable when he was asleep.

The last time he had flat out lost control had been right after the fire. He had almost killed every single one of the hunters that had been there when the fire was lit, and he had saved Kate Argent for last. He had enjoyed how it felt to take her life, loved it even. Then again it would have been hard not to in that state. It had come about from the combination of the death of his family and the fact that Chris was dying.

The time slipped away and eventually Peter had fallen asleep on the table.

"So you got another one huh?"

Peter grinned at Melissa when he walked into the hospital room. He had been feeling much better and, well, in a rash decision there was a new tattoo on his body. One on his forearm, which was covered by a bandage. So of course Melissa had seen it.

"Felt like it was time to update."

"Let's see it then." Melissa sat up more in bed, she was certainly looking much better than the last time he had seen her. Seems the wound to her stomach had not been as bad as he thought.

He set the flowers he had brought down beside her then took a seat on the edge of the bed, carefully pulling off the bandage. The center was the paw print of a wolf through it was an arrow. Intricate lines done in a Celtic pattern swirled around it. "Thought it was appropriate." He replaced the bandage, rolling his sleeve back down. "How are you feeling?"

"Bored and sick of being in this bed. I certainly will understand now when patients complain about being trapped in bed," Melissa replied stretching her arms above her head. "Think you could bust me out of here?"

"And face John's panicked anger at finding you missing? Oh I think not my dear," Peter replied with a chuckle, stealing the cup of Jell-o off her food tray. "The doctor told me he's been here almost every day, if he's not someone from the department is. That true?"

"What can I say he's a sweetheart." Melissa made a grab for the cup of Jell-o but Peter held it just out of her reach. "You're lucky I'm not supposed to move much or else it'd be your ass for stealing that from me."

Peter shook his head continuing to slurp up the delicious treat. "Laura been here too?" he asked catching the faint scent of his niece.

"She checks in on me once in a while. Likes to keep me company while hiding from the new surgeon who has set his sights on her."

He nearly choked on the Jell-o.

"Guess she didn't tell you huh?"

"She most certainly did not," Peter replied setting down the empty cup, coughing a bit as he did so. He was protective of his family. There was no reason to try and deny that. The fact that some guy here was making Laura want to hide? Oh he did not like that one bit. "Looks like I'll be having a talk with her later."

Melissa grinned at him lying back against her pillows. "Glad you finally stopped by Peter. Certainly took you long enough."

"I'm sorry Melissa, I know I should have come sooner."

"You should have Peter. You didn't scare me off when we were in high school. You can't scare me off now." She gave him a warm smile, the one that Peter had fallen in love with their freshman year of high school. "Head home Pete. Bet your family is missing you."

The alpha smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead softly. "I'll always keep you safe. You know that." He pulled back, standing up to leave the room. "Call if anything happens."

"Peter Hale stop stalling and leave."

Peter snorted but left the room, moving down the hallway of the hospital. He hated them, they smelled like death, disease, blood, urine, and other odors that he did not want to even think about what they could possibly be. Though his feet slowed as he got to one of the rooms. He could identify Lydia's scent, he knew it by heart, another human's scent and. And something else. Something that should not have been there.

He slowly opened the door to the darkened room, slipping inside silently. Almost instantly he felt Lydia's hand on his arm. She looked at him with frightened eyes then point across the room.

There was another teenager, one he did not recognize and. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had only ever seen pictures of the kanima in the bestiary. It had cornered the other teenager, its tail flicking back and forth.

Jackson was no longer in his bed.

"Lydia…what's his name," Peter asked in as quiet of a voice as he could manage, not wanting to draw attention to them.

"Danny. He's Jackson's…Jackson's best… She couldn't get out the words. The creature's head swung towards them and Peter clamped his hand over Lydia's mouth, not moving a muscle.

It eyed them and then looked back towards its prey.

"Danny. Raise your hand, hold it up to the creature," Peter said loud enough that Danny could hear him.

Again the kanima looked towards them with those snake like eyes. It hissed, making to go towards them, when Danny held up his hand. It stopped, catching sight of the hand from the corner of his eye.

Peter held his breath as it raised a clawed hand, placing it against Danny's. "Tell it to change back."

"C-Change back." Danny sounded frightened, hell the sound of his and Lydia's heart beats were starting to make his head ache. "Change back."

The three of them watched as the creature's form shifted. Scales became skin and hair again, the eyes went back to being human. Jackson was there, kneeling on the floor in front of Danny.

"What…what are…? Why am I…?" His words were jumbled confused and Lydia raced to his side, kneeling down beside him.

Peter made his way over to Danny. "You and I need to have a little chat later…actually." He looked down towards Jackson. "You should bring him a long as well."

Jackson looked up at him, met his gaze. "And why is that?"

"Because seems to me that I'm the only one of you three that has any idea what is going on. So if you want to know you best listen or else you Jackson might end up killing someone."

The three of them stared at Peter as he left the room without another word. He could feel a headache coming on. But in the back of his mind there was a little voice whispering that if he could get that Danny kid on his side, if the power that the kanima had could be on their side. The hunters would not stand a chance against him and his pack.

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