A Life Worth Living

Chapter 49


Druid Alan Deaton paced the cell he'd been placed in days ago, they fed him three times a day, and each time he tried to get answers to where he was. Why he was there and demands to make a phone call. Each time they ignore him, put he food through the slot and leave him to stew in his own worries and fears. His anger had drained from him after the first day, now he was just extremely worried, bordering on terrified.

"Druid Deaton, you will follow me," an Auror commanded, opening the door with magic, stepping back and waited for the Druid to move.

"Where?" Deaton asked, refusing to budge from the very uncomfortable bed. The mattress was thin, which had made sleep damn near impossible. He was cold, they hadn't even allowed him to bathe. Instead he had cleaned himself in the sink in the corner of the room.

"If you do not come with me, I will take you with force," the Auror intoned, staring blankly at the Druid.

"But where are you taking me?" he asked, desperation written across his face and in his voice.

"You have three seconds to comply," the Auror stated, getting impatiently, wand twitching in his hand. "One…two…"

Deaton swallowed thickly and stood, he had no idea what these people were capable of. Or how they would 'force' him. He had more composure than that, he did not think they were Werewolves, but must associate with them. They must know Peter, since he was the one who took part in this. Shuffling over to the door, he stepped out, half expecting to be killed on the spot. No, Peter was too selfish for that, no doubt Peter himself would want to kill him. Peter had never really trusted him, not like Talia had.

"Walk along the corridor, I'll be right behind you," the Auror ordered, and it wasn't meant to be reassuring, no, it was definitely a warning not to start anything he wouldn't finish.

Straightening his spine, refusing to let these…people know how terrified he was. He slowly and evenly begun walking in the direction he'd been ordered. It seemed he'd soon find out what was going on, and suspected this was all an elaborate scheme Peter had set up, he was quite vindictive like that. Did Peter blame him for the fire? Was this why he was going to such lengths? Where was Scott? Was he truly arrested or was it again all part of Peter's scheme? No, Melissa wouldn't have gone along with it, nor would Scott. They owed him too much, for taking the teen on as an assistant.

Deaton's eyes roamed everywhere, not that there was much to see as they walked the corridor. Just more cells, all of them identical in size and appearance. Then they got to the door and the change in atmosphere was…immense. Suddenly sound burst from everywhere, voices echoing, subtly noises from the elevator, doors closing, urgent calling, owls swooping, paperwork flying by it was all so chaotic for someone seeing it for the first time.

Deaton gaped at everything, awed and apprehensive, small squat creatures, flying paper, oddly dressed people, elevators that didn't seem to have any cables. How were they doing this? That sort of magic just wasn't possible, it wasn't, yet he couldn't deny what his eyes were seeing. He touched the wall in front of him, expecting it to be an illusion, but it wasn't, it was very real and very cold.

The Auror behind him cleared his throat, "Move," he was ordered, normally they were bound for the trip to the courtroom, but the Druid was not a danger to anyone else alone himself. He was practically a squib that could sometimes use rituals for magic. In other words he was just a pathetic fake. Using the magical around you for rituals wasn't the same as being magical.

"Courtroom please," the Auror informed the House-elf working the elevator, his voice becoming kinder now that he wasn't speaking to the prisoner. He did keep the Druid in front of him, wand aimed at his back at all times. If he tried anything he'd fid himself bound before he could so much as twitch.

Deaton felt his stomach swoop unpleasantly, as the elevator moved, glancing up, leery as hell over the fact there wasn't a single cable carting them up. What sort of magic was this? It was obscene. It didn't take long at all for the doors to open, and he was poked in the back until he stepped out, and then they were off, walking towards a more ornate – if possible – part of the building with golden double doors with plaques on them.

Courtrooms.

When they stepped in, he expected Peter Hale to be the only one there, just staring with that smug smirk of his he liked to give. Yet it wasn't, the doors opened on their own and he found it packed with people dressed so very oddly, and all staring at him as if he was the weird one.

What the hell was going on? Why was he here?

"Why am I here? What right do you have to hold me?" Deaton asked with deceptive mildness, they could all see he was extremely anxious and a second from completely losing it.

"Were you not read your rights and informed when you were arrested?" came President Donovan's dulcet voice. A stark contract to the intimidating figure he made, as he stared Deaton down from where he stood in the middle of the room.

A single nod from Donovan had Deaton magically propelled towards the seat in the middle of the room, and bound to it, like all others were when placed in the seat.

"He was," Peter confirmed, eyes flashing red as he stared Deaton down from where they sat. Rather enjoying the shocked and befuddled look on Deaton's face. The Druid thought he knew everything, but he did not. He was very much unaware of the magical world, or had been, now though, he was being judged by them.

"Druid Alan Deaton, you've been placed under arrested for accessory to murder before and after the fact, conspiracy to commit murder and obstruction of justice, today you'll face justice for these crimes, so you understand?" it was Harry who spoke this time, coming in the double doors, evidently having heard what was going on despite not being in the room. "MACUSA, that is the Magical Congress of the United States of America, will find you either guilty or innocent and decide on your fate."

"Magical congress? What tomfoolery is this? No such thing exists!" Deaton spluttered, his heart beating double time, much to Peter's delight, beginning to realize just how much trouble he was in. A whole magical society? How on earth had he remained ignorant of that? He was a Druid, he had many connections…how was it that he didn't know about this?

"You've heard the charges brought before you, how do you plead?" Harry asked coolly, the council were already sitting, ready to hear the evidence against them. They were rather tense, but after these past few months who could blame them? Things just kept on happening, hunters wiping out dozens of packs going rouge, then the hospital and those things that called themselves the Dread Doctors – which were thankfully dealt with – but they had to hunt down and find every victim out there. A great deal many hadn't survived the horrific experiments. All the while having to continue as normal, with trials and such, it was quite a tiresome time.

"I…I where's my lawyer? This is illegal," Deaton squeaked out, harsh reality hitting him in the chest. This was really happening, he was on trial.

"You waived your right to a lawyer when you first came in," Harry retorted, gaze disconcertingly blank. He knew it was only because the idiot had thought it was all an elaborate joke or stunt. He'd failed to realize just how very real this was and he got to relish the sight of dawning realisation swamping the Druid in droves. Oh, it was a glorious sight to behold. "And before you pretend you didn't, be very aware that it will only take a minute for this entire council to realize you're lying. Because I can and will showcase my memory of your arrest and detainment."

Showcase memories? Just what were they? Some sort of werewolf/Druid hybrids? Such a thing wasn't possible. He knew that for a fact, he knew everything, his Druidic library was massive, he'd made sure to read everything he could get his hands on. it's primarily why he'd become the Emissary of the Hale pack…their library was quite frankly probably the biggest out of all pack libraries across America. Or had been before the fire.

"How do you plead?"

"Not guilty," he rasped out, they couldn't have anything on him surely, he had always made sure to stay out of the confrontations. He believed in maintaining the balance, so he never interfered unless it suited him and it was never directly.

That did not sit well with the council, who muttered darkly, shaking their heads and glaring at Deaton as if they knew something he didn't. Which made his anxiety and unease skyrocket.

"Do you wish for a lawyer now?" Harry asked, they were entitled despite the fact he had waived representation. It would set them back for a little while, but inevitably, he would be sentenced today.

Deaton glanced warily at Peter, as if suspecting they would lump him off on the werewolf. "Yes," he agreed, his bald forehead beading with sweat.

"Very well," it was president Donovan that spoke, "Auror Hogg, take him to the antechamber where he can speak to his lawyer, inform them they have twenty minutes maximum otherwise the trial will be delayed a further month of which he will spend down in the cells under MACUSA." It was quite a dreadful place to be, but it was a prison not a hotel, and it hadn't been made to be a comfort for prisoners.

"Yes, Sir!" Auror Hogg immediately adjusted the restraints, binding Deaton, keeping him bound in the hands, while he gained the ability to walk, he found as he was propelled off the seat and forced to walk in front of her.

"Legally there was no need to do that," Peter said wryly, crossing his legs as he relaxed back without the offense odour of Deaton in the room. He smelt of fear, rage, terror, and sweat, and it wasn't a nice combination at all. He was becoming increasingly sensitive those smells, due to the fact he was living in a house that always, always smelt clean and even MACUSA did, the people were always clean too. So, yes, Deaton was horrific to smell. "He did waive his rights, which extend to a trial."

"They do," Donovan agreed, "But I believe he was…largely unaware of how serious this situation was." giving Peter a knowing look, the Werewolf was very well aware of why Deaton had said no. In other words he was taking pity on the Druid but his pity only went so far. A lawyer wasn't going to really help him at this point, just drive home how serious it was.

Hopefully the lawyer will convince him to plead guilty, and get a lesser sentence. The fact he'd already plead not guilty…didn't show him in a favourable light. It meant that he didn't believe he was guilty of anything, which made the sentencing all that harsher because of it.

"How is the young one?" Donovan asked softly, his entire countenance changing to one of profound compassion. Ashamed to say that he couldn't quite remember his name, but wish to ask nonetheless.

"Terrified," Peter breathed out in supressed anger, hating that he was grateful to be here instead of watching over his terrified nephew. It was wrong on so many levels, but by the moon, it was horrifying just watching him so scared of his own family, his own pack. He would see to it that Deaton paid very heavily if he was responsible.

"Not for long," Donovan said sombrely.

"No, not for long," Peter agreed, within the next day or so, the procedure would go forth, and he'd have his nephew back, and the fear and terror will be forgotten. Ripped from his mind to never be thought of again. Except from everyone who knew what he'd been through and thinking on it in the dark of the night.

They were going to ensure he was in a safe world, and no hunter would rip his family away from him again.

"How are the other patients?" Peter asked, a haunted look on his face, he had seen them…nearly all of them and it was an awful sight, some broken beyond repair, some feral, some near feral and others just so cut off from reality that it was heart-breaking. There were a few Beta's that Peter had an interest in, and had actually made tentative pack bonds with, despite the fact they weren't actually pack yet.

"Well, the Alpha's you have suggested are…amendable to the idea of taking on a few of them…which is a good thing, we haven't successfully been in touch with them all. Alpha Satomi is due to come in this evening," Donovan explained, "I'm meeting her directly after this trial," he added absently.

"A lot of them lost pack due to hunters in the past few years, they're good people and will like to help." Peter agreed, his contacts weren't always on the wrong side of the law. Just because they were cautious about starting up another alliance between a Hale pack it didn't make them bad people. He honestly didn't blame them, his sister had been all too in the name of peace with hunters. Those packs now know it's not possible, they'd soon realise that he wasn't anything like his sister and would destroy any hunter that so much as sneezed in his territory.

Talia's indoctrinate had led Laura to abandoning not only him, but Cora and her cousin. Run and hide, run and hide, run and hide, Talia had always insisted, but he doubted she meant at the expense of members of her pack. Despite it not being what Talia meant, it had happened, that indoctrination had happened nonetheless. Horrific to contemplate now.

That's if they weren't arrested by MACUSA first. News was actually beginning to spread about them, MACUSA, that is. He'd had pack Alpha's, seconds or the Emissaries calling him about the rumours, since it all started in Beacon Hills, and Peter was telling them the truth. Whether they actually believed him or not…nobody knew.

They would soon enough.

Peter and Donovan continued to talk amiably, while Harry read over every question he was to ask Deaton again. He detested having to read off the list, so he always elected to try and memorise the questions he was to ask before the questioning began. He was pleased to see Peter and Donovan getting on. As they rightfully should, he supposed, considering Donovan was now Peter's boss, since it was official, he'd become a full time lawyer for MACUSA. Pending his passing his exams, but nobody believed for a moment that Peter wouldn't, even with all the distractions going on. Not that his nephew was a distraction, far from it.

A short burst of bangs left Auror Ward's wand, warning them of Deaton's impending return. Not even a few moments later, Deaton, his lawyer and Auror Hogg returned, then Deaton was swiftly manoeuvred back into his seat.

"Druid Deaton would like to change his plea," the lawyer insisted, standing next to Deaton. "And aim for a lesser sentence."

The look Deaton shot the lawyer that was definitely not on the cards. What on earth had been discussed if Deaton was against it? Lawyers didn't go against what their clients wanted, whether it was in their best interests or not.

"Druid Alan Deaton, you've been placed under arrested for accessory to murder before and after the fact, conspiracy to commit murder and obstruction of justice, today you'll face justice for these crimes, so you understand?" Harry echoed his words from earlier, waiting impatiently for Deaton to say 'guilty' and get to the sentencing.

but he would be taken below and questions about Eichen house and his possible culpability with the Hale pack demise.

"Not guilty!" the panicked Druid suddenly sat up straighter, eyes blazing with fury.

The lawyer swung his gaze to meet Deaton's, with an aborted motion to raise his hands in defeat. An irritated look on his face, he'd just told him what to do for the best outcome, and he'd just agreed only to dismiss it? What on earth was the Druid thinking? He was making this worse for himself.

"Then let's proceed," Harry stated, "Auror Hogg…please proceed." Gesturing for her to give the Veritaserum to the Druid.

"What is that?" Deaton asked, craning his head back, looking at it as though it was a poisonous snake ready to strike.

"I did warn you," the lawyer sighed, "It's Veritaserum, truth potion,"

Deaton wanted to scoff yet again, stuff like that didn't really exist, he would have already made it if it was true. Even if it did work, he was sure he was strong enough to resist it, even the Mundane stuff was all mind over matter. He could endure a little discomfort if it meant beating this potion. So Deaton closed his eyes and meditated, centring himself. He had just breathed out when he felt three drops of the potion dissolve on his tongue, he had this, he could do it.

Then he completely and utterly spaced out, he felt like he was disconnected from his own body. He couldn't even bring himself to panic in face of what might happen.

"What's your name?" Harry asked, getting down to business.

The lawyer, rubbed his eyes tiredly, before sitting himself across from Peter Hale. Who he was coming to find was extremely ruthless, quite frankly he dreaded working against him, and he had only been here a few times.

"Doctor Alan Deaton." He replied, without any conscious through, he hadn't even begun to put any effort into it, finding he couldn't, he felt much too lazy to do anything other than just answer their questions.

"Age?"

"Forty-five,"

"Are you the Hale Pack's Emissary?" Harry asked, getting into it, now that the expected questions were answered.

"I was the Hale Pack Emissary under Talia Hale," Deaton corrected under the potion.

"You were not Laura Hale's Emissary?" Harry asked.

"No," he declared.

"Despite the fact your Emissary duties were expected to be extended to the next Alpha of the Hale pack?" Harry pointed out.

"I only agreed to be Talia Hale's Emissary," Deaton intoned.

"Which of your duties come first, to balance or the pack?" Harry then questioned.

"Balance, my Druidic responsibilities come first," Deaton didn't even hesitate, and wouldn't have even if he wasn't under the potion.

"Were you aware of the plans hunters had regarding the decimation of the Hale Pack?" Harry questioned, pursing his lips.

"Yes," he confessed without feeling, "I am a Druid I do not interfere."

"You allowed your pack to be targeted, to allow the deaths of both adults and children all for the sake of your balance?" Harry asked, genuinely aghast, and he wasn't the only one, everyone else in the room were silently disturbed at what they were hearing. Was this the way all Druids thought? Were they a danger to the supernatural world? Were the packs with Druids all in danger because of Druids non-interference beliefs? It was something they would need to look further into.

"Yes," Deaton replied.

Peter snarled under his breath, claws out but he remained stubbornly seated. He wasn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of getting under his skin enough to attack them. He wasn't going to risk his own new employment and freedom for this sick twisted son of a bitch, he'd pay that was all that mattered. A single brush of his mate's – and anchor – hand against his neck calmed the beast with him and his claws were sheathed once again.

"Did you remove Aaron Hale from the fire and take him to Eichen House?"

That got a reaction from everyone in the council, all of them knowing there was a reason he'd ask. If Harry Potter suspected him, there had to be some element of truth to his question, and after what they'd heard…they honestly didn't think they'd be surprised by his answer.

"Yes," Deaton declared.

"Did Laura Hale know about Cora and Aaron?" Harry asked, giving his own questions.

"Yes," Deaton told them.

Peter's face spasmed in agony, unable to believe it.

"She knew what you had done to her cousin?" Harry questioned.

"No,"

"Just that both had survived the fire?" Harry deduced.

"Yes,"

Harry swallowed thickly, his disgust at Laura Hale skyrocketed to greater heights. He wasn't sure how Derek was going to take this news, not at all. Perhaps it would be best if Derek never knew…it would crush him. Who was he kidding? Derek and Cora probably already suspected that Laura knew…but the confirmation would cause further hurt.

"Did you manipulate Scott McCall into killing Gerard Argent?" Harry asked, and it's exactly what had happened, instead of doing something he had encouraged a boy who had already killed to murder someone else.

"No,"

"You expected him to survive the bite?" Harry asked genuinely taken aback.

"Yes,"

Inhaling sharply, "For what purpose?"

"So that when Gerard became Alpha he would lose his powers and it would go to Scott." Deaton explained, having no doubt that Gerard would have killed Peter to become Alpha and just facilitating the change for the best outcome. Having Scott as Alpha of Beacon Hills, unaware of the majority of the supernatural world would give him a great deal of leeway, especially when it came to the power of the Nemeta.

"You expected Peter to be killed," Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes,"

Harry's fists balled up, fighting the urge to deck the bastard, his son had almost died, another boy he loved like a son would have died. Inhaling sharply, he forced himself to calm down, they had their answers now. The crimes he'd observed and did nothing to stop…he was worse than those who do the deed.

"I have no further questions," Harry said, stepping back, shaking his head, quite frankly he just wanted to head home, this day had turned out to be a horrid one.

"I…have no questions," the lawyer admitted, anything he asked him he had a feeling would just make his so called defence worse. He'd basically admitted to allowing the death of many people…it was indefensible. He'd already gone against his advice, he'd told him to plead guilty, that it would reduce his sentence, he'd agreed to it, then bam, changed his mind. he had to do what was best for his clients, and sometimes that meant doing nothing and asking no questions.

Harry watched the Druid get the antidote, watching awareness creep into his gaze as he remembered every single little thing he revealed. Cheeks going ruddy red, not that it was easily noticed. Turning his back on the Druid, he wandered over to Peter.

"You okay?" Harry asked, the people who had let the Hales' down just continued to mount.

"My sister trusted him, with not only her life but the packs," Peter admitted darkly, "I just…I never trusted him and often told her as much. He was too secretive, too cut off from the pack that I didn't like it. I often wondered if he knew, and now I know." an Emissary was supposed to be an integrate part of the pack, at least that's the way it used to be, and might still be with some packs…but the Hales? Had sort of distanced themselves from their Emissaries over the years, according to the pack lore. His own Emissary was NOT going to be like Deaton was, he would be fully immersed in pack life, was already immersed in pack life and he'd learn, gain contacts and be on the lookout for anything of interest in the territory. He trusted Stiles a lot more than he'd ever trusted Deaton and considering he had trust issues…well it spoke volumes.

"Suspecting and knowing the truth are two very different things," Harry murmured quietly, pressing himself against Peter's back. Every single member of the council was gone, already deliberating, it probably wouldn't take long at all. "Are you going to inform Derek and Cora about what you found out today?" he wouldn't blame him if he went either way if he was entirely honest.

Peter frowned, "I have absolutely no idea," he confessed, did he let it go and let his niece and nephew move on? Was it better to have definitive answers? Even at the expense of what they thought of Laura? "What would you do?" pressing back against the comfort Harry was so willing to give.

"If it were me I'd want the truth, regardless of how difficult it is to digest," Harry sighed, placing his chin on Peter's neck, the intimacy between them could clearly be seen, but Harry did not care the slightest. "But that's just me, perhaps you're better of asking Cora and Derek whether they want the truth or not…" that way they had a chance to back out ignorant or delve in and know the whole truth.

"I think they already suspect, Derek must have the second he found out about Cora," Peter sighed, and even Cora must suspect. They were not stupid children, they might not have been raised to be Alpha's but they were born werewolves, who heard everything, who were self-aware for most part, and knew pack bond's like they knew to breathe. His nephew, their cousin was just screwing the knife in further.

Harry hummed softly, in complete agreement with Peter.

"Do you think I should go and see Isaac?" Harry wondered, changing the subject, Peter didn't so much as blink at the abrupt change of subject. He was used to Harry changing the subject when it became too much for him, for either of them.

"No," Peter murmured, "He needs to leave on his own accord, you can't help someone that doesn't want it. Going in before he's ready will just make the situation worse." that was the same whether the person was human or Were. This boy would need to gather his own strength and leave if he wanted to. Trying to help him only for him to clam up and end up back in the same situation was just dangerous to the kid. The father would just beat on the kid more. Helping nobody in the long run. If it had been someone he cared about, he would have scared the human into a heart attack though. It wasn't someone he cared about, it was a stranger he'd only heard of in passing from both Harry and Stiles. He wasn't pack. End of story.

"He might just be waiting for someone to take a chance on him," Harry mused, "It's very difficult to shake off years of abuse." He knew that from personal experience, "You feel like the whole world is against you."

Peter said nothing, there was nothing he could say. He was only aware of bits and pieces of Harry's childhood that had been revealed over the time they'd been together. Usually to explain something, never actually discussing his living situation in the past. What he had heard though made him want to track Harry's previous caretakers down – his aunt and uncle – and make them pay for their crimes. He also knew Harry didn't say what he did to get sympathy or pity, just revealing it from his viewpoint.

"You're probably right, he was close when he called me," Harry sighed, "It's my saving people syndrome as Hermione calls it." chuckling softly, burrowing his nose in Peter's neck for a few seconds, giving it a nuzzle before withdrawing, when he heard the door open, indicating that the council members returning. "Here we go," he couldn't wait to head home, just pile up and sleep.

Peter just smirked, well aware of his 'saving people thing' that Hermione liked to call it. He had gotten to know her quite well. He wasn't selfless though, and was vindictive when wronged or worse…down right dangerous if people he loved were endangered. He would not hesitate to kill to protect. His mate was more wolf than human, he'd raised Stiles the same way, and he had basically raised Stiles along with Teddy since Stiles was young. He truly believed that without Harry Stiles wouldn't be the way he was but he couldn't say for certainty of course.

"Council, has a verdict been reached?" Donovan requested of them, staring seriously at the leader who remained stood as the others sat.

"There has," The council leader agreed.

"Druid Alan Deaton, stand to hear your sentencing," Auror Hogg demanded, and when he made no move to stand, he was forced.

"Druid Alan Deaton, we find you guilty," came the voice of the council leader, voice resolute.

"Due to the horrific nature of your actions and your inability to see and acknowledge how wrong what you did was…we sentence you to seventeen years and six months without the possibility of parole," came Donovan's verdict. Which meant he'd serve his entire sentence before he would be considered for release. Even then he might not be considered safe for release due to the danger to the public, both Mundane and magical. There was obviously something wrong with him. "Because of you, a young impressionable boy has been sentenced to prison for attempted murder, and will probably never have a normal life after his release." Yes, after he gets out, the Mundane will be aware that he was in prison. Which made his job prospects very low and low paying.

Deaton's eyes widened upon hearing Scott's predicament, suddenly Melissa's words made a whole lot of sense.

"Your sentence will be served in Alaska's magical correctional facility, which you will be transferred to right now," Donovan informed him coolly, making no attempts to allow him to remain closer to home. He had one sister but no other family, and from all indications the siblings weren't close. Even if they were, he still wouldn't have made it easy for him. After what his inactions have done…well, the pain he'd caused, he deserved all the possible misfortune he could glean.

Before Deaton could come out of his shock at such a harsh sentence, or even look at his lawyer for help, the Aurors stepped forward and he was transported out via a Portkey.

"Are you staying to visit the others? To meet Satomi?" they were close to one another and spoke about any potential threats and were allies just as Satomi and Talia had been.

"No, I think I'm going to return home," Peter sighed, tired to the bone, he'd been here for hours, visiting the others giving them the comfort of an alpha amongst other things. Then the trials, despite the fact his exam results weren't in yet, he'd all but became a full time lawyer here. "I think we all desperately need the rest." He could feel the exhaustion of Cora, Derek, Stiles and Erica through the bond as well, as Harry's through the mate bond too.

"We do," Harry agreed, but he was used to being exhausted, he worked himself to the bone normally, especially when Teddy wasn't around just so that when it was time for Teddy to come that he'd spent the entire time with him without interference. Or so he was home in time for the full moon so that Teddy had company. "Come on, let's go," interlocking their fingers together, Harry urged Peter up and both of them made for the exit.

"Auror Potter, Mr. Hale a moment," Donovan called out to them, "Here, this is a list of ways you can be paid, get it back to me as soon as possible." Mundane bank account, a vault, savings account, or paid at MACUSA or a check which would need cashed at Gringotts.

"I will," Peter accepted the paperwork and put it in his leather satchel.

"Have a good evening," Donovan said, giving both a nod before swiftly turning and wandering away, already calling out for someone else, getting as much done before he met Satomi for his next meeting. Erin was hot on his tail, keeping him updated on interviews, meetings and everything he had to get done that day like a little spitfire.

Peter and Harry continued their way out of MACUSA to head home, more than ready to sleep. The next few days were going to be just as busy as this.

"Would you like to go on a date?" Peter asked Harry after they landed safely within the walls of their home. They had to make an effort before they became too comfortable with how they were now. He wanted a sexual relationship with his mate, it never seemed like a good time, but he wanted that to change.

"You realize nobody knows you've returned yet?" Harry pointed out in amusement.

"It's time to change that, how about I make reservations at Sweetwater Steakhouse?" Peter suggested, as always one for dramatics and to return to Beacon Hills and be seen in the priciest restaurant around would definitely be dramatic.

"Sure," Harry said amused, grinning wryly, reckoning he knew exactly what Peter was thinking.

"Early next week?" Peter then suggested, already getting his phone out in order to make the reservations, and if he had to bribe someone to do so…well, it was no hardship.

"Sounds perfect," Harry agreed, by then Aaron would be young, the pack would be settling once again, and hopefully nothing else would come up and disturb them.

Peter hummed and excused himself, already on his cell making reservations for the Sweetwater Steakhouse.


There we go! another chapter for you to enjoy will we see many of those that were trapped in Eichen House becoming members of the Hale pack or will they want to be as far away from it as possible? Will it become a prison for supernatural's? Or will it be used to safeguard as a safe heaven or hospital for the supernatural after causing so much bad? Remember it would need to be rebuilt and not necessarily in the same place so that if anything happens they can be taken straight there? With the mundane's being none the wiser? R&R please