Peter looked down at the wedding band on his hand. This is how his sister must have felt when she found her true love but all that has ever been good to him anything that was ever good was always lost. It scared Peter to think like that, everything and everyone he held dear was burnt away in the fire, for the longest time Peter too thought his humanity was gone along with the ashes but Melissa brought him back.

"Hi," Melissa sat up and look at her newly wed, who was sitting on the end of the bed.

"I didn't wake you did I?" He turned around and crawled up to her side.

"No," She shook her head, "But you should have."

Peter played with a loose curl of her hair, "You look so peaceful when you sleep."

"Well I dreamed of the full moon all night last night," Melissa shook her head, "Not peaceful."

"Yeah, we'll work on that," Peter look out the window and up at the sky, "You'll need to find an anchor."

"An anchor?"

"Someone who keeps you human," Peter kissed her nose.

"Who's your anchor?" Melissa grinned.

"You," He whispered and kissed her lips gently.

"What was your anchor before me?"

Peter's eyes went vacant, "Anger, Pain -" He paused and drew himself from his daze, "But it doesn't matter anymore."

"How do anchors work?" Melissa ran her fingers through his hair.

"Well," Peter sat straight up, "On the full moon we loose all self control, so an anchor reminds us what it's like to be human and it keeps us in control not the angry beast underneath, you need to find someone or something that keeps you human, someone who keeps you at peace, something that keeps you in control."

Melissa nodded, "And if I don't?"

"I'm going to have to lock you up in the basement," The sincerity in Peter's voice scared Melissa.

"Your kidding right?" Melissa chuckled lightly.

"Sadly no," Peter shook his head, "In fact you might wanna find your anchor sooner then later because girl werewolves go crazy twice a month unlike boys who only go crazy on the full moon."

"Oh no," Melissa sighed.

"So Melissa Hale, what keeps you at peace? What makes you human?" Peter whispered seductively in her ear.

"My family," Melissa nodded, "You and Scott."

"Well were off to a good start," He pulled away.

Melissa placed her hands on his face, "You never really told me, before the fire what did you do?"

"Horses," Peter's eyes fell downcast, "I use to ride horses."

"Well then, guess where were going," Melissa stood up with a grin.

Peter sat atop his nobel steed.

"Wow," Melissa smiled widely, "You look great."

"I haven't done this in a long time," He confessed, "But it feels good."

Melissa held her reigns tightly, "Whoa," She gulped.

"Horses can read your emotions, if your scared you'll make them nervous," Peter explained, "Just relax, find your anchor."

Melissa laughed, "Okay, okay, I'll relax," Melissa let out a heavy breathe, "Shall we go," She gestured to the horse trail ahead of them.

Peter road quickly ahead but then paused, "Ladies first."

After the long ride they finally returned the rented horses.

Peter had a huge smile on his face, "That was great."

"Yes," Melissa fell into his arms, "But now we smell like horses, big stinky critters."

Peter laughed as he wrapped his arm over her shoulder, "And here I was going to take you out to eat after this."

"I want to go home and take a shower first," She held up her hands in surrender, "You can join me if you want."

"Sounds perfect."

Melissa stepped out and dried her hair, "I'm glad Stiles is letting Scott stay with him for the week."

"My offer still stands on renting that cabin," Peter's voice rose over the steam and water.

"No," Melissa shook her head, "I want to be here for Scott."

"I understand," Peter grabbed his towel and stepped out drying his face, "You were mother before you were wife, so he comes first."

Melissa held her head low.

"Hey don't feel bad," Peter wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, "Now, where do you want to go out to eat?"

"I have the strangest craving for a big old steak."

"Texas Steak House it is."

Sitting down to the restaurant, both placed their order and began their date.

"I was made to love you, to find you, I was made just for you, made to adore you," Peter stroked her face, "And I would wait forever to be with you, I'll keep you and never leave you and most of all I was made to be loved by you."

Melissa blushed, "Why do you have to be so romantic?"

"Why not?"

"Good question," She laughed.

Both leaned in and kissed the other, wrapping one another in their eternal love, because they were made to love one another.

As the day came to a close Peter held Melissa in his strong arms.

"I want everyday to be like today," Melissa sighed.

"Me too," Peter kissed her cheek.

The half moon rose into the sky as the night became poorly lit with twinkling stars.

Melissa looked up into Peter's eyes, "I'm happy Peter, I haven't felt this happy in a long time."

"I will never let you fall, I'll stand up with you forever Liss," Peter caressed her cheek, "I'll be there for you through it all, I'll never leave your side."

A/N: I made Peter ride horses because Ian Bohen does and it is now my head canon, also this chapter does seem a little rough around the edges but I wanted everyone to see their "honeymoon" even though they didn't really go on one. Please R&R and tell me what you think, feel free to share your ideas and criticism, thanks.