A scream came from the bedroom. It was around 4 am. He had just gotten up to clean the mess of things they had made when they got home last night. As he was throwing the blanket, and Kayla's clothes in the laundry basket, he heard her scream from their room.
He ran staight to their room. He found her on the bed, thrashing around, and screaming. Panicking, he grabbed her and violently shook her thrashing form.
"Kayla! Kayla, its just a nightmare!"He yelled as he shook her.
Though she didn't wake, her mind registered him, and calmed at his presence. She curled up in his arms, whimpering, and trembling. He had never seen her so vulnerable, and broken. The look on her face, the look of a level of fear he had never seen on her, disturbed him greatly.
"Shhhh, I'm here. It's ok, Angel, your safe. I'v got you.". He continued to whisper comforting word to her sobbing figure, while her patted her sweaty, matted hair. Slowly she began to wake from the night terror. She only seemed to grab his shirt tighter and sob harder into his shirt.
"Angel?" Peter whispered to her. No response.
"Kayla, talk to me, please?" He asked desperately. She just whimpered in response.
"Angel, talking about it is going to help. I'm here for you."
"I don't wanna talk about it." She whispered so he could barley hear it.
"Rest then." He picked her up, and carried her to the bed. Hopefully they wouldn't return. She merely nodded her head. Once she had fallen asleep again, he left to finish cleaning up the house
A couple hours later, Peter lounged on the couch while he read a book. There was a sharp knock on the door, startling him slighty. He sniffed the air, trying to figure out who was at the door. He cursed his disabled senses. He would just have to do it the old fashioned way.
"Well Scott, definetly wasn't expecting you at some point." He said sarcasticly.
"How are you here?". The teen growled.
"Well there's this thing called a car...". Scott grabbed by his throat and slammed him against the wall behind him.
"Cut the crap!" Scott said, raising his fist, and bring down with force. Before he could make contact with the older man's face, a smalled, daintier hand grabbed his, and squeezed it. Until his was on his knees in agony.
"You fucking touch him again, and ill rip your fucking arm off. Have your not done enough damage?". Kayla growled at her brother.
"Kayla, I..."
"Don't Kayla me. You aren't welcome here anymore, as long as you pose a threat to my family. If you want to talk, talk. If you want to threaten my family, you can prepare to die." She threatened. She threw him out the door, and slammed it.
"Always nice when your side of the family visits." Peter said, sarcasticly.
"My family? Your family are the ones who killed you." She said laughing at him, offering her hand out to him. He took it, and pulled himself up.
" Speaking of my wonderful family, perhaps my dear nephew is in need of a visit." He said, standing up and rubbing his throat. It would definetly bruise.
"Oh joy, how. I do love visiting family." She said tossing his trench coat at him, and grabbing her keys.
Within one minute of being in the Mansion, Derek had thrown a sharp mirror shard at Peter's throat, and thrown Peter into the staircase. Derek followed the flying figure out of the room.
"You owe me five bucks." Kayla said triumphently.
"What, did he think I was going to talk to him?" Derek growled.
"Ha that's funny, but no. I bet him which support you would throw him into." She said smirking.
"Fuckin' hell, that hurt like a bitch." Peter said as he pushed himself off the floor.
"Why the hell are you here? I have enough on my plate." Derek growled again.
"That's exactly why we are here." Kayla said smiling at him.
"Great. Now aside from the Kanema controled by Gerard Argent, and the detective who's come from Washington and is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, I also have to make time to deal with you." Derek muttered.
"A detective? In the FBI?" She said all of a sudden, grabbing Derek's arm.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" Derek said pulling hisarm from her grasp, roughly.
"Oh god." Peter sighed, as he watched Kayla turn and run. He followed her out, ignoring the quesioning gaze of his nephew.
"You!" Kayla screamed.
Peter chased her all the way to the police station, where she burst in, and stormed straight into Sheriff Stilinski's office.
"I told you to stay away! I told you this is my town, and you had to stay away!" Kayla screamed. Peter found his way to the sheriff's office and walked in to find Stilinski and an FBI agent across from him, while Kayla was just in front of him, unaffected from the large run she had just taken. She amazed him with her abilities. Even if he had been at full power, it would have been difficult to follow her.
"What the hell is this? Kayla, what are you doing here?" The Sheriff asked in confusion.
"I'm telling this asshole to GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY TOWN!" Kayla screamed the last part at the agent.
"Kayla..." The agent began.
"No, you don't get to Kayla me! You ruined my fucking life! You ripped me away from everyone I loved, and tortured me with your presence! It's your fault most of my family burned to death! It's your fault my best friend lost his whole family! It's your fault the love of my life spent nearly 10 years in a coma! It's all your fault! Everything is your fault! You, you... RAH" Kayla jumped at the detective with a violent snarl. Before she could take him down, Peter grabbed her waist while she was in mid air. He pulled her to him, wrapping his other arm around her chest, holding her down.
"LETMEGOYOUSONOFABITCH!" Kayla screamed at Peter.
"I suggest you leave, my dear Father-in-law because if you don't, I won't hold her back next time." Peter snarled at Rafel McCall.
Peter began dragging Kayla out of the station as everyone just stood, shocked as a pregnant woman was dragged out of the station by her husband, and was cussing everyone in the station out.
As Stiles and Scott were walking up the steps to the station, they stopped as they heard someone screaming and swearing like a trucker. They watched as Peter emerged from the doors, walking down the steps with Kayla thrown over his shoulder. He passed the boys, leaving them shocked as they watched Kayla beat weakly against Peter's back, screaming, as he carried her down the street. They spoke at the same time;
"What the hell?"
"I hate you."
"No you don't. Stop acting like a child Kayla." Peter sighed.
"I hate you, and ill act like a child as long as you treat me like one." She grumbled.
"You love me. Now stop pouting, and we can start planning again." He said.
"I want food." She said with innocent eyes. Peter sighed and walked over to the kitchen.
She flipped around the channels on the tv until she found a Justice League rerun. It was one of the rare ones with her favorite characters Harley Quinn, Joker, and Ace.
"Should I start calling you Ace now?" Peter said, smirking at her childish tendancies, and walking over with leftover pizza.
"New life, new nickname. I'v become more like Ace than an angel for certain." She said shrugging and accepting the pizza.
"Well Ace, we should probably talk about this plan we've been avoiding talking about." He says, joining her on the couch.
"Your smart, figure it out yourself. I'm trying to watch Justice League." She grumbled.
"Oh, what will I ever do without your amazing planning skills. Where would I even be without them now? Oh wait, I know, without the experience of having a punctured lung." He said sarcastically.
"Shut up. I'm the one who got my leg nearly amputated." She growled. She threw a pillow at him and he grabbed it in mid air, placing it back on the couch and fluffing it.
"Someone's feisty. If I remember correctly, you were the one who decided to go after that alpha. Your lucky Duke knew you so well, or we, your leg included, would have been toast." He said, shaking his head at the memory.
"You backed me up." She snapped back.
"More like I followed you after you ran off to make sure my girlfriend didn't get killed." He said rolling his eyes.
"I'm not the one who tripped out from behind the crates." She said raising her eyebrows.
"Let's not forget, your the one who wore stiletto's on a stealth mission." He said folding his arms.
"We were both idiots, weren't we?" She said, letting out a snicker.
"Hell yes we were." He smirked, throwing his feet up on his coffee table. There was a knock on their door followed by yelling.
"Kayla open up!".
"And it begins." She said, rising, and rolling her neck.
"Why hello, dear brother." Kayla says sarcastically, as she opens the door.
"He's back….." Scott trails off.
"No shit, sherlock. What of it?" She rolled her eyes. She noticed another figure behind him, but she pretended not to notice.
" We need to get him to leave." he said as he followed her inside.
"He's not bothering me, so its not my problem. He has no legal control over you, Scott. Just tell him to screw off." She said, making her way into the living room once again.
"Scott." Peter greeted, his eyes briefly pulling away from the TV.
"Murdering bastard." Scott growled.
"We're all works in progress." Peter replied calmly, returning his eyes to the screen.
"Scott, if you came here to get help, shut your face."
"Scott, why are we at our economics teachers apartment?" a timid voice asked from behind Scott.
"And who, would this cute little pup be?" Kayla said in a sweeter voice.
"Isaac Lahey. He's one of Derek's ex-beta's. Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Scott said exasperatedly.
"Hmmmm. How Derek must enjoy his beta hanging out with an omega to meet a Delta. Whats the big deal anyways?" She said, sitting down beside Peter on the couch, and gesturing for the boys to sit on the loveseat across from her.
"Ex-beta, this must be recent." Kayla said thoughtfully.
"It's been about two days." Isaac spoke up again.
"Really? And the other two?" Peter suddenly spoke up with interest.
"Disappeared. Nobody knows where they've gone."
"That poses a problem. Peter, we need to talk about this." she said, resting her chin on her hands.
"Well boys, great visit, you know where the door is." Peter said, gesturing to the door.
"Here, Kid…" Kayla threw a piece of paper at Isaac "It's my number, call if anything happens, or if you need help." she said smiling at him.
"Thanks." He said confused "why?"
"Well, you're an Omega now. I know how it feels to be alone, and knowing someone has your back, is always nice." He smiled at her as he and Scott walked out.
"I see you're getting a head start with the problematic one." Peter said, raising an eyebrow at her.
"What can I say, I have a soft spot for kicked puppies." She said shrugging and smiling mischievously.
" Face it, you're just a big softie." He said shaking his head.
"Ah, you're not complaining." She said playfully smacking him on the arm.
"Just a big, cuddly, wolf." He purred, lifting her up into his arms, bridal style.
"Damn straight." She growled, nipping at his earlobe. He began kissing down her chest, while carrying her to the bedroom. He pushed the door open, and threw her on the bed. She rolled over to look at him. His eyes were glowing red, and his fangs were barred, as he growled at her. She flashed her fangs and eyes at him.
"Come get me."
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