Stiles wasn't too proud to admit he never in a million years would have thought that Peter Hale would have basically called him his pack as well as insinuate that he was also his Alpha. He knew that Peter hadn't really thought of Derek as his Alpha, and that the rest of the Beacon Hills pack avoided the eldest wolf like the plague. But for him to think of Stiles as a superior let alone an equal was tantamount to insanity in Stiles' mind, then again this was Peter freaking Hale he was considering so insanity kind of came with the package. He continued to think about just how sincere Peter may or may not be as he made his way down the stairs of his childhood home to talk to the werewolf hunter currently standing in his kitchen eyeballing the weapons strewn across the tabletop. "Thank you for coming Mr. Argent. I do appreciate your assistance and discretion in this matter."
Peter stood leaning against the countertop arms crossed, glare firmly in place. To anyone else he would look menacing, but Stiles could see the way Peter had strategically placed himself so that both doorways were in view. The wary look in his eyes as he watched the brother of the woman who set his entire family ablaze stand in the same room as someone he considered pack, as well as feeling unsure as to whether or not the hunter could be trusted. If he followed the code, or if he would just kill them both and be done with the aggravation. Stiles made a point to run his hand along one of Peter's arms from shoulder to wrist as he moved past the wolf to sit at the table trusting the beta to watch his back before locking eyes with Chris Argent, the patriarch to the Argent name.
"I am sorry for your loss. It never should have happened, your father was a good man." Stiles let out a derisive snort before gesturing for the man to sit with him. "Bad things happen to good people all the time Mr. Argent. The world doesn't care that he was a good man, and now I've gotten to the point where I don't care if the wolves involved are good or bad either. I just want my vengeance." The hunter simply nodded, only somewhat surprised at how collected the teenager was in the wake of the death of his father. He let a hand touch one of the many weapons littering the table as he spoke, "I admit I am impressed with your collection here. I wasn't expecting you to have quite this selection. What is it that you need from me?"
"I need an untraceable car, two fake ID's, any information you have on the Burnland pack and their Alpha, access to a safe house in the northern Texas southern New Mexico area, two burn phones, and a computer with some serious firewalls." Now those weren't the requests he had expected as was expressed by the raised brow the younger man received in response. "You really shouldn't underestimate him Argent. If he put his mind to it he could end us all and get away with it." Stiles barked out a laugh turning his gaze to Peter eyes shining with the mirth that had been absent from his gaze since his father's death. "You would know, huh Peter. I see, it's just my potential that has you here."
The boy's response unnerved the hunter at the same time it piqued his curiosity, "Why are you here Hale? I would think you'd be with your nephew the Alpha and the rest of your pack." Eyes a supernatural blue fangs shining menacingly in the light Peter snarled grasping the back of Stiles chair with claw tipped fingers causing Chris to twitch towards the gun at the small of his back hidden under his jacket. He watched as the teenager kept eye contact while he tilted his head to the side completely baring his neck to the wolf, allowing him to rub his face along the delicate skin there transferring scent while also establishing a level of trust that was similar of that of Alpha and Beta. "Don't insult me by thinking that those morons are my pack, my Alpha. My pack is here, and you've been incredibly rude to my Alpha."
Confused Chris had assumed that Peter would be holding the position of Alpha between the two, once again it would seem he had underestimated the young Stilinski, dropping his eyes Chris tried to correct his mistake. "My apologies Mr. Stilinski, I was unaware." All he received was a hum in response neither accepting nor declining the apology. "Can you get me what I asked for or not, I'm on a tight schedule." Seeing the boy like this, completely in control of the situation, giving no room to those he's asking assistance from to take advantage, it was a rather impressive sight that once again made Chris think just how great Stiles would have been as a hunter. It was too late for such things now, but Chris could also admit the boy would make an excellent Alpha. "Give me an hour, I can get you everything you need, though I would suggest ditching the car in case Allison checks my stash once they've noticed you're gone."
Eying him carefully Stiles stood giving a simple, "Good" as response before turning to the blue eyed wolf who immediately bore his neck in submission to his chosen Alpha. Just as Peter had done to him Stiles rubbed his cheek against the skin of Peter's neck marking him as pack. The young man exited the room without looking back leaving the hunter and wolf alone in the kitchen. "I wouldn't suggest double crossing him Argent. He's not exactly in a forgiving mood, and I wouldn't feel the least bit of remorse taking down another Argent if he so much as hinted it would make him happy."
After the Argent was far enough away that Peter could no longer hear him he went upstairs to find his Alpha. It was easy enough to locate him with his enhanced hearing and smell, but his heart ached at the sight of him curled up on his father's bed holding the same uniform shirt as before. The only difference this time was the heart wrenching sobs escaping the boy despite his attempts to keep them inside. Whining low in his throat Peter gathered up the younger man into his arms laying back down onto the bed, curling his body around him in a protective shield. He remembered this feeling, he spent years alone grieving his family and he would never subject anyone to suffering that alone. Even he wasn't that cruel.
"It's alright little one, we will make them pay. All of them." Stiles just gripped the wolf tighter to himself as if reassuring himself that he wasn't alone. "He was my only family, and I couldn't protect him. You shouldn't want me as an Alpha, I'm just going to fail you too." Peter let out a small but ferocious roar that startled Stiles out of his spiral of self blame looking up at Peter with bleary brown eyes that looked so broken that it made Peter shake with a fury so intense it reminded him of the time he spent as the Alpha. "You didn't fail. If anyone failed it was Derek and his pack of broken toys. They failed you, and don't you worry we'll make them pay too."
Peter felt a sick sort of satisfaction as he watched the boy in his arms dry his eyes as a look of furious determination took the place of the lost expression that was in it's place just moments before. Oh yes, this was the Stiles that Peter saw the potential of even through the haze of his Alpha insanity. It really is too bad the boy didn't accept the bite when it was offered by him. Though Peter supposed it wasn't too late for the boy to become an Alpha in every sense of the word. It really wouldn't be that hard to do, and then his nephew could pay for all his mistakes. From the Argent bitch to The death of Stiles' father. And the best part about it was that he wouldn't have to do the dirty work himself. All he'd have to do really is hang on for the ride.