The Wolf You Feed

Summary: Sequel to The Last of Us: Sydney should have known from the start that her war wasn't going to end with the demise of the nogitsune, especially not since she fell in love with Peter Hale. Today was a painful reminder that the wounds would heal but the scars would always remain. Season 4: Peter Hale/OC

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Teen Wolf, Sydney however is all mine.

Chapter 1:

Peter's fingers curled tighter in the loose material of her t-shirt as he clung to her possessively, the material bunching around his hand, revealing the tiniest hint of her belly button. There was something about the brunette lying next to him that made him want to be next to her as often as he possibly could, especially after almost losing her to the Nogitsune. She wasn't anything out of the ordinary, she wasn't someone who would normally stand out, she would be the first to admit it to him, but yet she had a hold on him, as if her fingers were wrapped gently around his heart and no matter how much he tried to push her away, her grip would not loosen.

Peter Hale wasn't the type of man who usually went after girls, especially ones like her. She was broken, somewhat unstable and incredibly independent but yet he was constantly drawn to her, from the second she knocked on his apartment door and not so kindly asked for a place to stay.

He relaxed his grip on her oversized t-shirt and rolled away from her as she continued to sleep, not even aware of the possessive hold he once had on her. Peter shifted his body behind hers before casually draping his arm over her side, slipping his hand up to grab hold of hers, which was stuffed under the pillows.

Sydney let out a low moan and stretched out her legs, straightening them before bringing them back up, almost curling her body into the fetal position. Leaning forward, Peter gently pressed a kiss to her shoulder and tightened his hold on her. A light humming sound emanated from her throat and before he could object, she was rolling over, her face mere inches from his as they lay side by side.

"You're going to be late." Peter murmured and flattened his palm against the small of her back, his skin connecting with hers underneath the t-shirt.

"Shh, quiet time." She mumbled and scooted her body closer to his, chests now pressing together. Sydney tucked her head under his chin and slid her palm around his torso, clinging to him now as she wiggled in a lam attempt to get comfortable again.

Peter fought off the chuckle that was threatening to sound out in the room and focused instead on memorizing every dip and curve of her body. He knew that she was fully capable of handling herself in dangerous situations, she was a powerful alpha and very skilled when it came to the werewolf lifestyle, but that didn't mean he wasn't still nervous about her little trip.

It wasn't too long ago that every time he let her run off, she'd always come back to him worse for wear, if she came back on her own at all. There were multiple times that Derek had called for him and when he arrived he had found his nephew cradling her limp, unconscious body. Then there was the time that he answered his cell phone and one of the twins informed him that Sydney was gravely injured and they weren't sure she was going to make it.

She had made it, if only for his desperate, and successful, attempt to draw out her pain until his alpha spark diminished, leaving her just barely alive. He had promised himself that after all of that, he wasn't going to let her get away, not without one hell of a fight.

She had been rather reluctant to tell him about the search party that Scott McCall was putting together for Derek; Peter knew she wasn't comfortable talking to him about her desire to go with them, to Mexico no less. In fact, with a little prodding and convincing, Peter had found out that Stiles Stilinski had actually asked her if she'd be willing to help them out, to travel alongside the remaining members of Scott's pack while they attempted to seek out Derek and bring him back.

"They're going to leave without you." Peter pressed and ran his hand through her hair, his fingers tangling in her locks at the back of her neck.

"Mexico's hot right?" Sydney groaned in response. "I don't do well with hot."

"What if I offered you a cold shower when you get back?" He teased and she tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.

"Fuck." She grumbled and nuzzled her face into the pillow. "I don't want to get up."

Peter would never admit it out loud but having Sydney head to Mexico with Scott and his pack could potentially benefit him. At least with her on the inside, there was definitely potential to gain some information regarding the true alpha, not to mention the Banshee and the kitsune that he had aligned himself with.

"You were so excited to go to Mexico though." Peter baited. "Remember what you said."

"Of course. I said that my grandma never would have let me go to Mexico when I was a teenager, especially without adult supervision."

"You're their adult supervision, aren't you?" Peter smirked and leaned back, putting a little bit of space between their bodies. Sydney rolled away from him but turned her head to meet his gaze.

"That's really sweet of you to call me an adult but you and I both know that's horribly inaccurate. I'm hardly an adult and even if I am, I'm not a very responsible one." She countered but found herself smiling at her words. "I did tell Stiles that I would go though."

"You can't disappoint Stiles."

If his tone was meant to be teasing, she didn't catch on. She was very well aware of his opinion on Stiles and while Peter Hale respected the kid, there was definitely a sense of jealousy at how close Sydney and the puny human had gotten. Blaming him wasn't easy though, she knew how tough it must have been for him, especially when she had run away from Peter to get to Stiles, to help the poor boy. She figured he was doing really well not to just kill the Stilinski boy, but that didn't make it any easier.

Reassuring him that the trip to Mexico was in Derek's best interest had been easy. Peter was slightly psychotic but he definitely still cared about his family, especially when Derek was almost all that he had left. It helped a lot that Sydney was his best friend and when Stiles had said those haunting words, 'we're going to get Derek', she knew that she couldn't just sit in Beacon Hills waiting for their half put together plan to go awry.

"You're adorable when you're jealous." She remarked in a low, sultry tone.

"Don't call me adorable." He countered.

"Ha, so you are jealous?" She smiled lazily at him. "Hmm jealous Peter is a sexy Peter."

"I'm not jealous-"

"I'd be jealous, I'm going to Mexico with the kid who has a crush on me, maybe we're planning to elope."

Her smile faltered as the pressure of his grip increased. She sucked in a breath of air and held it in her lungs, waiting for him to get angry. Angry Peter could easily turn into scary Peter.

"You're not eloping." He growled and she tensed in his hold. Slowly and carefully she brought her hands up, slipping her palms against his shoulders before leaning in close to him.

"Not with Stiles anyways." She purred and felt his muscles go rigid. Apparently she had gotten the desired effect of her words because a second later she was leaning into his body, her lips pressing against his.

Peter moved his head away from hers after a few seconds and he looked down at her. She forced the red in her alpha eyes to the surface and he felt the slight pull on his body. Technically she was his alpha and she knew that he'd submit to her when she wanted him too but that didn't mean he liked it. Ideally he wanted to be an alpha too but in order to keep her alive, to keep her by his side, he had made a sacrifice.

"Don't do that." He scolded and flashed his icy blue eyes back at her.

"Don't do what?" She asked, feigning innocent.

"Don't try to overrule me with your alpha look."

"I like your eyes that colour." She whispered and pressed her nose against his. "Blue eyes of a killer."

"Sydney-"

"Are we really going to do this again? Now you're all upset because you're not my alpha anymore. I never asked you to give up your alpha spark so you don't get to blame me for that." She huffed and rolled away from him, flopping onto her back on the patch of bed beside her. "Plus you were never really my alpha to start with."

"I wouldn't change what I did for you for the world, believe me, it wouldn't be worth living as an alpha if I didn't have you, but it's not easy."

"I know that."

"And I don't appreciate you using your alpha spark to make me submit."

"Well I like it when you submit to me." She argued and glared at him. "I think after all the shit you pulled that I deserve-"

"You're going to be late." He cut her off, his words harsh and firm.

Sydney let out a frustrated growl but rolled off the side of the bed. Making her way to her feet, she shot a glance back at him and sighed. It had to be hard for him, after a long time of being in control and being an alpha, all of a sudden he was just a beta. She turned her back to him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I don't like us fighting." She said softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. After she had recovered from her fatal injury, she figured that they had talked most of their conflicts out.

It had to be hard though. Peter had always been in control, as long as she had known him, he was the one calling the shots. When she went off without him, she knew how much it bothered him, especially when she went off after Stiles. Their relationship had been a secret in the beginning and maybe it still was to some people but she wasn't ashamed of it, she wasn't ashamed of him, even if he had gone on a murderous rampage and killed nearly a dozen people.

Her intention when she showed up at his doorstep hadn't been to fall in love, she hadn't even planned on staying with him for much longer than a week but now she found herself scared at the thought of living without him. As much as she wanted to place the blame for that on their mated bond, she knew that there was no way she'd be able to live a happy life without him in it.

"It's what we do Sydney."

"That doesn't meant I have to like it."

Peter bit back his words and slowly made his way to his feet. He walked around the bed and moved to stand behind her, his hands dropping down and coming to rest against her hips. She took in a deep breath and cautiously leaned back, her back meeting his chest before she set her head on his shoulder.

"No matter how often we argue, you're always going to be mine." Peter purred and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

"But why do we have to fight in the first place?" Her tone was nearing a whine.

"Well when you have two powerful people, there are bound to be disagreements."

Sydney let out a sigh and twisted her body in his hold. His fingers bit into her hips and she felt almost calm at his possessive hold.

"You think I'm powerful?" She asked shyly, hoping that he wouldn't turn it around on her and make her feel like an idiot for asking.

"I'd be out of my mind not to think that."

"To be fair though, you are a little bit 'out of your mind'." She shot back but found that her lips were pulling upwards and she could no longer contain the smile threatening to form on her face. "But I guess I shouldn't complain, I was possessed for like half of our relationship."

He snaked his hands forward and banded his arms around her waist. Sydney relaxed in his hold and even hummed in anticipation as he kissed the side of her neck. Before she even had time to object, he peeled himself away from her and took hold of her hand, tugging on her arm gently.

"Come on now Sydney, let's have a shower and then you can be on your way. Mexico is waiting don't you know?"

"Well actually Stiles is waiting-"

"The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll get back." He smirked and led her out of the bedroom.

The only words that came to mind in Sydney's head were 'what happens in Mexico, stays in Mexico'; all she had to do now was survive the trip.

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Malia: young, pretty, supernatural Malia.

Sydney wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting, especially when she had been told that the girl was a werecoyote way back when she had called Stiles upon arriving home from her torturous trip, but the tough looking, somewhat pretty girl standing next to Stiles wasn't it.

The girl didn't look like she had been stuck in animal form for eight years; actually, Sydney didn't see any traces of animal on her, which is pretty much exactly what she had been expecting. No weird patches of fur, no paws instead of hands and feet, her nose was a normal human looking nose and she didn't have any whiskers. Maybe she was figuring that it'd be obvious to tell that the girl had been a full coyote at one point but now, as she subtly studied the girl, standing there in a purple top and tight American flag jean shorts, Sydney found herself feeling a little irritated.

It wasn't necessary that Stiles inform her that Malia was tagging along, hell Sydney figured that Stiles wasn't even aware that Lydia had informed Peter that that was his kid's name. It didn't make her feel any better about the situation. If anything it made Sydney feel slightly intimidated.

Peter hadn't expressed what he was going to do concerning his newfound knowledge of having a child but Sydney knew that it wasn't going to be easy on her, no matter what he had come up with. Jealous, was that what she was, jealous of this young woman standing next to Stiles? Malia clearly held the human's attention; it wouldn't be too much longer until she held Peter's as well, then where would that leave her?

Sure she could use her alpha pull on him and make sure that he stayed interested in her but did she really want to have to resort to that?

Pulling herself together, she figured it would be better to just pretend like she didn't really know who, or what, the girl was. Sydney remained silent and simply listened as Scott explained the plan.

It wasn't a very hard plan to understand, go to Mexico, search out some group of hunters that lived there, offer then money in exchange for Derek and get the former alpha back. Seemed easy enough and with a trip to Mexico as even more incentive besides just saving her best friend, Sydney was all in.

"I don't like this plan." Lydia voiced her objections. "We're going to get ourselves killed."

"Okay then, let's see what you can come up with." Sydney countered, a smug smirk taking up residence on her face. Lydia shot the older woman a glare but remained silent. So it was obvious then, no one had any real clue how to handle the entire situation. The plan seemed easy enough to execute but they had to know they were working against seasoned hunters, who would have no doubt planned for pretty much anything.

Then there was the whole territory thing too. There was no way a pack of supernatural creatures, plus one human, would be able to get to the person at the top of the food chain without detection, these hunters had to know they were coming for them and at the very least, they'd know as soon as Scott and his gang stepped foot into their town.

"This plan will work." Stiles hissed at them all, glancing around at all the unbelieving faces. Sydney let out a huff at his words but didn't say anything.

"We're going to die." Lydia stated defiantly and planted her hands on her hips.

"What do you mean 'we'?" Sydney scoffed and glanced at Malia, and she swore she saw her nodding along, agreeing with Sydney's own statement. "I don't know what banshees can do but I'm a pretty decent werewolf, I can handle myself. Whatever happens to you is not my problem."

"Syd, hey Syd, can't you be nice for like five minutes?" Stiles set his sights on her and widened his eyes as if to coax her into agreeing. Sydney looked away from Malia and narrowed her eyes on Stiles as if to remind him who was the one in control.

Normally she wouldn't have had any qualms regarding Lydia but there was something putting her on edge, something in the form of a curvaceous brunette standing next to Stiles who Sydney had never met before. Yes, Malia, everything seemed to come back to Malia. If it came down to it, would she be able to save the girl, knowing that it was likely she was the illegitimate child of her current lover?

"We're a team for this, okay?" Scott tossed out and looked at Sydney. She gave him a half-hearted shrug in response but nodded her understanding. "No one gets left behind, especially not in Mexico."

Sydney wasn't entirely sure what she had witnessed but when she looked over at Malia, she swore the girl had shaken her head. Maybe she was just as hesitant as Sydney to give into Scott's 'we're a team' statement. Sydney was all for working together, calling a truce, if only temporarily, but putting her life in danger to save any one of the kids standing in front of her? Maybe Stiles but she'd certainly have no regrets about leaving Malia behind. There was something about the girl that she didn't trust, which made sense because she wasn't entirely sure she trusted Peter either. Like father, like daughter, wasn't that how the saying went?

"Okay, no one gets left in Mexico." Sydney grumbled. Stiles flashed her a sympathetic look, no doubt he understood how hard it must be for her to have to work with teenagers, especially teenagers that he didn't believe trusted her. It was easy to see that Stiles was the only one who really, truly wanted her there. Scott had sensed that Sydney would be useful if it came down to a fight and she was pretty strong, at least that worked to her advantage. Shame that Scott didn't realize how undeniably strong she really was.

"Or at the border." Stiles baited.

"Okay Jesus, or the border." Sydney tossed her hands into the air in defeat. "Everyone is making it back to California together, is that good enough for you?"

"Works for me." Scott broke in.

"Me too." Kira nodded along.

Stiles glanced at the two females nearest him. Malia gave off a shrug and Lydia merely kept her gaze on Sydney. Without further ado, Stiles stepped forward, reached into the inside pocket on his jacket and extended his hand to Sydney. She reached out and took hold of the stack of bills that he was offering to her, her head tilting to the side in question.

"In case something happens." Stiles offered.

"Stiles are you sure?" Malia's voice was not what she had been expecting. It was weird to think that Sydney was feeling slightly jealous over not holding Stiles' attention like she once had but with the werecoyote firmly by his side, that's exactly what she felt. Stiles seemed to like Malia and if her keen werewolf senses were still good, which she was fairly certain they were, then Malia seemed to like Stiles right back.

They should have made a cute couple, had Sydney actually liked the girl but there was something in her head screaming at her. Stiles deserved someone better, someone not potentially related to Peter Hale.

"Like an insurance policy?" Sydney questioned, ignoring Malia's comment. She pulled the stack of money out of Stiles' hand and tucked it into her own jacket pocket.

"If we can't get to the hunters who have Derek and something happens…"

"Nothing's going to happen." Scott interjected confidently but she could sense the uneasiness to his tone. Sydney forced a smile onto her face and glanced around at each and every one of the teenagers. It didn't look like much but she knew that Scott was fairly confident in his pack.

"So, who's riding with me then?" Sydney questioned and shoved her hands into the front pockets on her leather jacket. She felt her fingers seek out her car keys and quickly grabbed hold of them, clutching them tightly inside her pocket. She was a little nervous, as any sane person would be, but this trip to Mexico needed to happen. She needed to get Derek back and she needed to back up Scott and his pack, or more appropriately dubbed 'the band of misfits'.

"I'll go. Sydney can tell me all about the Kanima thing." Kira's bubbly voice filled the air and Sydney found herself slightly surprised at how easily the girl volunteered. Well, the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Kira the kitsune hadn't been around as long as Stiles, Scott and Lydia, plus the last time Kira had encountered Sydney, she had been particularly helpful. Oh there were still many things for the kitsune to learn.

"I guess that means that I'll go too." Scott added hesitantly and locked his eyes on Stiles', almost daring him to say something. Stiles had seemed to trust the female though and as far as Sydney was concerned, he hadn't informed anyone about her alpha status, something that she wasn't ready to reveal just yet. Why give up the element of surprise, it might come in handy in the future, right?

"You're going to go with her? The werewolf who heard voices, who might still hear voices?" Lydia piped up. "Not that I don't trust her-"

"I trust her." Stiles cut her off and locked his eyes onto Sydney's. "You're not hearing voices now, are you?"

Sydney shook her head no and pulled her car keys out of her jacket pocket. She poised them in her hand and unlocked her car, watching as Kira scurried into the backseat, Scott wandering towards the vehicle and standing just outside the passenger's side.

"She heard voices?" Malia's voice seemed to grate on every nerve in her body but Sydney gritted her teeth and tried to just ignore her.

"She was possessed." Stiles added nonchalantly and Malia's eyes widened at the admission. "I'll explain it all to you on the drive down."

Sydney felt her muscles tense at Stiles' offer to tell her all about her possession to her on the way down. Suddenly she felt herself feeling nervous about not being in the same car as Stiles. Could she trust that he'd keep her alpha status a secret, would he tell Malia all about Peter Hale and would Lydia then inform the girl that Sydney's mate was potentially her father?

There were so many questions that Sydney had and there was no way to know what Stiles was going to say. Scott waved at his best friend and ripped Sydney's mind away from the potential disaster that awaited her once they arrived in Mexico.

"I'll see you in Mexico!" Stiles shouted back and tossed out a wave of his own.

"Yeah, Mexico." Sydney grumbled and made her way around to the driver's door. With one last look at Stiles' jeep, she climbed into her own vehicle, turned it on and took off after him, dirt kicking up from her tires behind her and filling the air with dust.

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