In the abandoned farmhouse at the edge of the all but nonexistent town of Glenrio, New Mexico just shy of the Texas border screams could be heard echoing in the mostly empty space. Stiles stood before a man tied to a chair beaten and bloody as Peter stood leaning against the wall behind the boy, arms loosely crossed over his chest. Indifferent expression in place despite the sick sort of satisfaction and pride he felt in watching his Alpha torture answers out of the captured wolf. It had ended up being surprisingly easy to catch the first wolf, just took Stiles acting as a bit of bait. Let any wolf around smell all of the wolfsbane, they are going to assume a hunter is closing in and when the overly confident wolf went in for the kill there was Peter to beat him to a bloody pulp for daring to touch his Alpha. Now though, Peter was sitting back watching as Stiles took this enemy wolf apart piece by piece.

With a pair of brass knuckles soaked in wolfsbane Stiles doled out a punch every time he didn't get the answer he wanted. "Have you ever killed anyone?" Spit filled with blood hit Stiles shoes instead of a verbal answer, causing Stiles to Sigh before immediately punching their captive in the nose. A gush of blood followed the crunch signaling a broken nose. "ERN wrong answer, try again."

"I still think it would be easier to just kill him and be done with it."

This earned Peter a glare the likes of which he'd never seen before on Stiles, accompanying the response, "No Peter, only the guilty will pay." Unsurprisingly even when exacting his bloody revenge there was still a sliver of the Sheriff's little boy in there holding out hope that death wasn't necessary for every wolf in the Burnland pack. In a way it surprised Peter that the boy had managed to hold onto even that small piece of himself after losing the last of his family. Then again Stiles had more moral scruples than Peter to start with.

Flicking open a switchblade Stiles turned back to the captured wolf dragging the blade against his cheek cutting open previously flawless skin with a blade that guarantees a scar. "Now, let's try this again. Have you ever killed anyone?" Stiles asked as he circled the chair dragging the blunt end of the knife against the wolf in a silent threat. when the silence stretched on too long Stiles stabbed the knife in his hand into the shoulder of the captive wolf causing another scream to be released. "Alright! Ok, I haven't killed anyone you crazy fucking hunters."

Peter stalked forward like the predator he is towards the wolf, bending so they could look eye to eye as he let his eyes shine blue for just the briefest of moments snarling, "Liar!" Which showed off his fangs that had lengthened in his fury. That one word from Peter caused Stiles to set down the knife he had been using and picking up a pair of pliers from the tray of instruments that was set close enough to the wolf for him to see the many options there were to be used. The wolf's eyes widened the moment they saw Peter's eyes flash signaling he was also a wolf. There would be no lying to these two, that much was certain.

The flashing blue of the wolf's eyes answered Stiles question without uttering a single word. Peter grinned, nothing but malice in his expression as he said, "Well that was a yes." Before he continued on back to his original spot on the wall as Stiles moved on forward to take Peter's place pliers in hand ready to start removing fingernails. Finally Stiles a chance to satisfy his curiosity as to whether or not they would grow back immediately or not in the process of gaining the answers to his questions.

Peter grinned, nothing but malice in his expression as he said,"Well that was a yes." As he continued on back to his original spot on the wall as Stiles moved forward to take Peter's place in front of their captive pliers still in hand. "How many deaths have you helped to cause? I do so wonder." Peter all but cackled in the background as a single fingernail was removed every minute a satisfactory answer wasn't provided. Even as he satisfied one of Stiles' curiosities. It would appear that a wolf's nails do not immediately grow back, it would seem it takes some time. The answers remained unsatisfactory, at least until number eight. "I took part in four, was around for seven deaths."

"Oh ho, you got the truth that time oh Alpha mine."

Stiles nodded with a simple, "Good" as he moved on to his next weapon and question ignoring the questioning and confused gaze the wolf was throwing his way. Next instead of nails Stiles would be taking the fingers. "Were all the deaths in self defense or defense of your pack?" The Wolf's eyes darted back and forth between Peter and Stiles still unsure of the dynamic, after all they couldn't be hunters. Not with a wolf and the wolf had called the human Alpha, they were pack. It made no sense. His silence lasted long enough for Stiles to start pressing in against the first finger before yelling out, "Yes, yes they were!"

Maybe he thought because his heart rate was already crazy and his scent was all over the place he would get away with it, but it didn't really matter what the wolf thought. He was wrong. As was proven when the moment Stiles turned to Peter to see a shake of his head, a finger hit the floor. "Argh! Alright! Two were in self defense that I took part in and three of the ones I was around for were to protect my pack." Peter sneered at the enemy wolf in disdain. "If you commit the crime at least own up to them instead of hiding behind lies like a coward. Who knows, your honesty may just earn you some mercy from my Alpha." The dark brown eyes of the wolf darted between his two captors searching for signs of deceit he couldn't find.

Two days later Derek and the rest of his pack found the car that Mr. Argent had given Stiles and Peter near the Canadian border with a note that said "Nice try, but not even close asshole." Derek tore up the note before any of the others could see it, but they had pretty much guessed what it had to say to them. It was too late to rely on scent or tracks, and while Derek already knew where to go he refused to believe they went alone up against a pack of fifty in Texas. "Derek, we know where they went. Why can't we just go and get them back?"

"Because The Burnland Alpha would take offense to all of us going into their territory at all, let alone to collect two wayward pack mates that have no doubt caused some serious trouble in the time they've been out there."