The Burnland Pack had been walking the finest of lines when it came to following the code Hunters had set out for all were's to follow, but now they've finally stepped over. Yet all the eldest remaining Argent did was pass along his file of information along with the other items the teenager had asked for to a seventeen year old boy and the wolf who killed his sister. Chris understood the boy's rage, his need to go after those responsible for his father's death. The hunter had an honest respect for Stiles, in many ways he had adjusted to the knowledge of werewolves and other such supernatural creatures better than Allison had.
He really would have made an exceptional hunter, though Chris has come to accept that will never happen. Stiles saw the world in too many shades of grey to work in the black and white that the code required it's enforcers to see in. He also cringed at the thought of the last remaining Stilinski becoming a wolf, because Chris would be lying if he said Stiles didn't have the perfect instincts for pack hierarchy.
Now here he was leaving the consequences of a major pack in the hands of a boy the same age as his daughter, and a wolf who'd already been on one vengefully murderous rampage. Then again, there was no way he was going to be able to change the boy's mind so he best keep out of it and try to keep Allison from getting mixed up in the mess. All he did was pass along what was asked of him and go back the way he came, no more no less.
Peter watched Chris retreat, blue eyes unblinking as he saw the hunter get in his car and drive on back to his home with his daughter, arms filled with the items his Alpha had requested of the man who had just left. The wolf had answered the door for the second time that night for the Argent patriarch to be on the other side, though the second time Peter denied the hunter entry. He refused to allow one of them any closer to his grieving Alpha, who was upstairs asleep for the moment.
The boy had fallen asleep in Peter's arms, listening to the wolf murmur promises of a bloody and satisfying justice, with eyes dry of tears. Walking back up to where Stiles lay sleeping in his father's bed, curled into a protective ball. Peter was hesitant to wake the boy even though he knows both that the boy would want to be woken up, and that they didn't have much time to get everything that needs doing done. With a sad sigh Peter placed his Alpha's requested items on the bedside table before crawling back into bed with Stiles using gentle touches and a soothing voice trying to wake the boy.
It took a few minutes before he stirred at all, and Peter smirked at the memory of being a teenager. And how sleep always held him tight in her grip during those years. The smirk immediately disappeared at Stiles' sleepy mumble of, "Just five more minutes daddy." the sad fact that Stiles' father would never again be the one to wake up his son filled Peter with just a moment of shame that the thought of the young Stilinski calling him daddy made his cock twitch.
"No little one, no more minutes. We need to get ready, Chris dropped off what you asked for." Brown eyes fluttered open at that and when those honey brown met a pair of blue decidedly not his father's Peter saw a flash of disappointment before Stiles' expression closed down, his now blank expression giving nothing away. Brushing his fingers feather light against one of his Alpha's cheekbones feeling his own disappointment at Stiles shutting him out, which he had no problem voicing. "Don't shut me out, let me be there for you."
He could easily smell the guilt that instantly poured out of the boy in response to Peter's words eyes cast down in shame as he replies, "My feelings will just get in the way. If I let out the hurt it will only hold us back, and I don't want to burden you. You have enough pain of your own. You don't need mine adding to it." Peter immediately began to explain what he meant in hopes of ridding the air of the sour scent of self hatred. "No no no, little one. Don't look at your feelings as a weakness. They are what gives you strength, especially the pain and sadness. Which is something I'd be honored to share the load of with my pack."
There was a short humorless laugh but at least the scent had changed to a bit of sadness layered with determination, so Peter was going to take it as a win. "So Argent came through then?" Peter nodded motioning to the pile on the nightstand before he stood up from the bed offering a hand to Stiles to help him up saying, "Yeah, he just dropped it off a few minutes ago. I figured you'd want to get ready to leave as soon as possible." When Stiles gripped the offered hand Peter used his strength to pull the teen into his body smiling eyes shining with mischief as he watched the boy blush a beautiful rosy color that made Peter's wolf want to taste at the contact before clearing his throat and grabbing the items he had wanted heading out of the room without a backwards glance at his beta.
Chuckling softly to himself Peter took just a moment to revel in the reaction he had gotten out of a simple collision of bodies before following Stiles to his childhood room. Unable to help the soft groan he let out at the sight of the boy bent over digging through his closet Peter couldn't help but think about the sweet torture it was going to be teaching Stiles close quarters combat, which was an inevitability. Stiles turned around and took notice of the want that Peter hadn't bothered to hide from his expression and flushed all the way down his neck and into his bloodstained shirt, making Peter wonder just how far the color went, while carrying a machine in his hands.
At the lifted brow he received Stiles simply said, "It's a soothing noise machine. It can mimic the sound of a human heartbeat so when they come looking they'll think I'm still here for a while at least." Both brows lifted at that, Peter was impressed with the boy once again. Though he was learning not to have expectations of the young Stilinski because he always surpassed them, and unlike his pathetic excuse of a nephew deserved his loyalty and respect.
"Between that and the mountain ash blocking every entrance should keep those nimwits busy chasing their own tails for a good while." Stiles hmmed in response as he sat in his computer chair wiping his computer, leaving it back at factory settings. He deleted every piece of information the Derek had ever asked from him, both his copy of the Argent bestiary and his own that he had started. This was after making a copy just for his own use on a memory stick of course.
For the first time, Peter noticed Stiles looking at his hands a slight furrow of confusion creasing his brow. "I took the liberty of cleaning the blood from your hands and face while you were sleeping, I hope you don't mind." After a minute of nothing but silence as Stiles did nothing but continue to look at his hands Peter thought maybe he'd made a mistake in cleaning the boy up until he heard a soft, "Thank you, Peter." So soft that even he had to strain to hear it.
With his eyes cast downward, a, "You're welcome, Alpha." just soft enough for the boy to still be able to hear and a smile that showed just how pleased he was with himself. Peter took the flash drive from Stiles now clean hands allowing his fingers to drag along the boys skin at the same time, watching Stiles' pupils dialate as the soft scent of his arousal started to spread through the room Peter smirked internally at the boost to his ego.
It looked like Stiles liked being referred to as Alpha, or maybe he just enjoyed seeing a more submissive side to Peter. Either way it worked in his favor. Peter followed the seemingly perpetually flushed teen back down the stairs into the kitchen where an arsenal currently was. Stiles made a quick pitstop at the hallway closet grabbing a duffel, along with the guns, ammunition, and a rather large stack of money from the safe. "I see you've been planning ahead."
Stiles turned to look back at Peter eyebrows raised in a mocking way as he continued to fill the duffel with the weapons from the table simply handing Peter the required paperwork for his legal emancipation signed and sealed. Looking at the papers Peter scoffed in surprise murmuring more to himself than anything, "You really have been planning for something like this."
Bag packed Stiles gave Peter a sideways glance before zipping up the bag. "Yes, I have been planning for a lot of things. Now how about we blow this popsicle stand." Startling a laugh out of Peter at the straight face and serious tone Stiles managed to use Peter followed his Alpha out of the house.