The difference between a witch and a druid will be explained soon enough.

"Hello, my name is Melissa McCall." A pretty Latino lady with long curly black hair smiled at Victor as he was waiting in the volunteer space.

"Scott's mom, right?"

"Why, is he bothering you?"

"Not at all, he actually the first friend I made at school. It's my first day. Well technically he is my second, Stiles was the first. Still, he was very nice."

A proud look crossed Melissa's face. "He's a good boy... now, let's start your first round. I don't have long, and you don't have much to do. You just find a person and visit them. Long term patients sometimes never have any family that sees them." She led him down a long hall, to the right of the volunteer office. " This is actually the long term rehabilitation unit. We keep the volunteer office near it, so that we can lead people right there and they can maximize their time volunteering."

"Very efficenet."

"Why volunteer, if you don't mind me asking?"

He sighed, he knew this was coming. "Aside from helping me get into nursing and college in general? I like helping, I needed it as a kid and no one gave it to me. Now that I can give it to others, I will."

She stopped and gave him a sad smile, there was no pity only admiration. "You're a strong kid, not a lot of people can bounce back from that. Be proud of that..."

"I try to be."

Clearing her throat of the awkwardness, they moved down to the next hall where they entered a nice area filled with lonely-looking people that oozed pain. "This is probably the person I would start with... to be honest he needs it the most. Most other volunteers avoid him, too squeamish and unable to handle that he can't talk back. His name is Peter Hale."

"Any relation to Derek? I just met him today."

She looked at him. " Derek's here? He's his nephew... one of the only survivors of the fire." She whispered. "Peter was badly burned from the fire, and he has been rendered comatose ever since." She led him into the man's room, which was sort of bland. Sitting by a window was a man in a wheelchair, the room was sort of dark other than the light from the window. Walking over to him, Melissa leaned down. "Peter, this is Victor Price, he is going to be volunteering here."

"And I will be visiting him whenever I can." He smiled and leaned down, not at all taken aback by the horrible burns on the man's face. He was shaken by the heat the man radiated. Ass with Derek and Scott, he realized the man was a powerful source of magic. He oozed it on a massive scale, far exceeding Derek and Scott both... If ever there was a source of answers, it was here. "Hello, Peter... It is nice to meet you." He kept his tone soft, free of judgment and the fear and excitement he felt. Only warmth and comfort exuded from his words.

"I think you will do just fine, Victor... you can stay with Peter for a while if you'd like. Since it's your first day, we have more paperwork... I have lunch around six thirty, so we can do that while we eat. You get free meals here, you know. I'll pick you up for when it's time."

As she went to leave, he stopped her. " What do I do?"

"Just talk to him... you would be amazed by how much that helps..."

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Peter wasn't sure if he wanted to curse or be grateful when the boy sat beside him, talking gently about his day. There was a peace that came across his bitter soul as the boy spoke soothing his pain. He smiled inside as the boy grabbed a comb and started to comb his hair. " I read that touch is a powerful thing, humans as social creatures need it for healing and general maintenance. I think you'd like it, but feel free to stop me if you don't like it."

It was hard not to sigh for the Wolf, the simplicity of beautiful touch was a wonderful sensation unrivaled by nearly anything else. He had forgotten how pleasurable touch could be when not forced or demanded. When it came without a price or demand. Even if Peter had just killed his own niece for her power, the power of an Alpha, he relished in this simple act of intimacy...

He vowed then that if he had to, he would kill the boy quickly. He would not suffer from his touch...

That little mercy was all he may be able to give in the coming days...

This went on for a while, the boy would comb his hair and speak to him like they were old friends. All seemed normal and fine, at least until something impossibly strange happened. The boy brushed his hair from his face, gently as could be, and a spark shot through Peter's body. It was not like a wolf's power, instead it was cold and nourishing, and with it came a flood of compassion that Peter had not felt in years.

As the power surged into him, pain shot out and he saw black veins dance down the boy's fingers. The boy gasped, dropping the comb and shaking.

'What was that?/What was that?" They both said, Peter in his heart and Victor aloud.

He felt Victor freeze. "Wait I heard you, your voice, but your in comatose?" The boy moved in front of him, eyes wide, He grabbed Peter's hands and focused, and Peter watched as more veins crossed his hands. "I heard you and I feel your pain, you are in so much pain..."

'Yes, I am.' Peter whispered in his mind, soft and shocked, moved by the loving embrace of the boy's powers surging into his soul. 'What are you?'

Victor's mental voice linked with his. 'I am a witch I think... and you are a werewolf, right?'

'Yes... I am... please, don't stop.' Peter felt himself healing, his body gaining strength and his mind gaining focus. To his utter shock, a level of hate, of anguish, fled his body, seared away by the boy's cold energy. 'It has been so long since someone touched me, in any of contact besides quick baths and rough contact. I need this, please.'

Victor smiled, picking up his hand and massaging it. "Anything I can do to help. No one deserved what you went through... I will help you to heal, Peter... I am new to magic, to the craft, but I will do what I can to help you. Pity I cannot kill whoever caused the fire, they deserve it."

Peter hummed in his mind, and he knew that he would have to let the boy join his pack when things got really deep. If he had such violent thoughts already, then what would he have when Peter corrupted him even more? He could not wait to see. 'For now just talk to me, I have been alone for so long. Just... talk.'

The boy smiled, warm as a quilt and started to talk, his every word a balm to Peter's wounded soul, doing more for him then even Laura's power had ever managed to do... and Peter wasn't entirely sure why that was. Was it the boy's magic, or just his kind soul... or was it the flicker of connection he felt binding their souls today already? He wasn't sure, but he really wanted to find out.

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.