AN: Kinda surprised by the response to this. Love you all so much for your kind words, favs and follows.

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Isabella enjoyed her days spent with Peter. He may be silent but his presents made her feel less lonely and isolated. A few months after the boys meet Erica she made a request to be moved into Peter's room. Not only would it lower there hospital costs but would allow her to spend more time with the man.

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Isabella remembered Peter from before the fire. Beacon Hills is a pretty small town and everyone knows everyone. You can't sneeze in this town without the gossips hearing. Rumor had it that in class Peter was strict using his intelligence to intimidate any misbehaving students. She also knew from a couple old biddies that he had been a sports star and gone to Stanford on an athletic scholarship, even if he didn't need it. Usually she ignored the rumors and speculation. Without either she personally knew that Peter was polite, if flirtatious. He loved classic literature and was fascinated by werewolves. Any book about the creatures that came in he had her reserve. There were even a few he had her searching the country and world for.

She sat and thought about the times he had come into her shop and playfully flirted with her, as she stood behind him brushing his lengthening hair. She was a bit amazed with all the scaring that his still had hair on that side of his head. It was thick and soft with just a hint of curl. Isabella chuckled, she imagined he would be near purring by now. Once she was done she walked around and found that his eyes had slipped closed and were now just opened in sleepy slits.

"Don't look at me like that." She lightly scolded taking his wounded hand and running her fingers over the wrinkled skin. "You know I'm not strong enough to stand very long. We can't all be in the hospital because we're too lazy to get out of bed." She joked. The nurses though she was crazys for having conversations with the man as if he could respond.

Isabella ignored all of them. She sat there in silence clasping the hand of the man that had been adopted by her son.

She wasn't sure how long they sat there just looking out the window, when she gasped looking at the man next to her. His hand had tightened. Isabella stared at him and found his eyes turned to look back at her.

"Peter!" she exclaimed. "You... you're aware." She added. "But the doctors, they said you would never move again. This is amazing." She finished releasing his hand so she could hug him.

The man didn't respond but he was truly alive and not just a vegetable like everyone assumed. She pulled back and retook her seat. "I'll have the nurses increase your physical therapy. Since you will be moving more Jamie can go get come cream to help with those burns. That chemical crap they have in this place is no where near as good as the stuff my friend makes. I've told you about Maybele and her holistic medicines." Isabella went on tell more about her old friend that lived a few towns over and made the best herbal remedies.

When the kids came in Isabella sent Erica to get them all snacks from the cafeteria while the boys sat out their school books on the table. Scott and Stiles telling both of the adults all about there day while Issac just nodded along with a wide smile. The boy was beginning to come out of his shell. He was still sweet and quiet but with Stiles as a brother anyone would seem quiet.

Isabella watched Peter as much as the kids and noticed that about half way through there homework the man's lips turned up. He was slowly smiling and there was warmth in his eyes as he looked at those 4. Erica, with their love and friendship was blooming into a confident fiery girl, with a personally near as big as Stiles'.

Emily and David arrived together. Emily kissed the checks of everyone in the room. David just smiled taking the chair Isabella vacated. "So Peter anything interesting happen today?" It was the same question the investor asked everyday, he didn't even wait for an answer as he pulled the table the kids had been using over and sat out his own work.

While the kids were responsible they were still only 9 and 10 years old, and the parents didn't like leaving them alone. Today David was on solo duty because Emily was taking Isabella and Erica to the beauty salon where Melisa would meet them for a girls evening. David told the 3 women to be careful. He then looked out the window watching the 3 boys play tag in the small lawn just outside the room. They were pretty even, Issac was with tallest, Scott the fastest and Stiles the smartest. David chuckled to himself. He wasn't sure how his Erica kept up with the rowdy boys but she kept them in line, vetoing any of Stiles too wild ideas.

"They worry me some times Peter. I can see my Erica with any of those boys but just thinking it makes me ill. I just don't want my baby growing up too quickly. She's going to be 10 years old in a few weeks. She's nearly a teenager." He ran his hand through his slowly balding hair. "I was all prepared to scare off any boy that dared even look at her, but those 3 are like her brothers. They've loved and protected her for over a year now. How could I ward then off if they wanted to become more?" He asked his silent companion. When no response came he sighed again and went back to work putting his worries to the back of his mind. David didn't subscribe the the theory that Peter could hear them, or that one day he would magically get better. But talking to the man, having someone to listen with out judging him was cathartic and he often found himself baring all his worries and troubles. Saying his issues out loud often helped him work through them which made him a happier and healthier man.

When the girls returned the boys were inside playing cards with David. That was one thing Stiles didn't insist Peter play too.

They all turned to look at the door. "Wow." Stiles said. "You look like princesses." Issac nodded enthusiastically.

"Mom?" Scott said. "I didn't know you were pretty."

Melisa rolled her eyes and David chuckled. Poor Scott often invited trouble whenever he opened his mouth. You would think Stiles and his constant chatter would say more foolish things but no Scott was terrible about putting his foot in his mouth.

"Come on Scotty, time to head home. Say good night." Melisa told her son.

Scott smiled wide and cute. Even if he inept he was super adorable. "Good night guys. Night uncle David, uncle Peter, aunt Emily, aunt Izzy." He said using Isabella's nickname.

Once they were gone Isabella sat on her bed.

"Mom?" Stiles said. "Are you ok?"

Isabella smiled her little man was so perceptive. "I'm fine. Just tired. I haven't had so much activity in months."

"Ok." He replied. Isabella smiled again as her 2 boys crawled into bed with her. Erica also wanting to snuggle climbed up in Peter's bed and curled against the man.

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Jamie walked into the hospital room late. There was a growl and the flash of blue eyes to one side. He looked over hand on his gun. "Peter you scared the hell out of me." He told the man who's eyes were open looking right at him.

The violent atmosphere seemed to vanish. Jamie raised an eyebrow wondering if he was so over worked he was imaging things. "God I'm tired. They have been working me into the ground since we had those 2 deputies quit. I hate these 12 hour shifts." He rambled quietly as he took off his jacket and belt.

Jamie didn't care if Peter could hear him or not. He was human and needed to be talked at even if he couldn't respond. Jamie walked over and rearranged Erica so she was under the covers and tucked her and Peter in together. David and Emily had left about an hour ago leaving the kids asleep, since it was a Friday they weren't worried about her staying at the hospital.

"Looks like I'm bunking down in that god awful chair again." He continued as he tucking him his boys and wife. Jamie rummaged in the closet and pulled out a pair of Peter's sweats. The man wasn't near as tall or broad as Jamie but sweats would work for the night. Not being modest he just turned his back and changed right there. "I really need to bring a few pair of underwear for nights like this." The Sheriff said stretching once he was changed.

"Good night Peter." He said kissing the mans forehead, all 3 kids on the cheek and pecking Isabella on the lips. He then headed over and curled up in the chair.

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Peter really didn't know what to think of his life. For 2 years he sat imprisoned in his own non-responsive body. He was so wounded he couldn't even shift on the full moon. It was maddening to live while every one he cared about was either dead or had abandoned him.

Then a spicy smelling little ball of light came into his room. Peter had been silently in awe of Stiles Stilinski from the moment he arrived. The boy was not afraid to touch his disfigured flesh. That the boy was the sweet book shop owners son was just a bonus. She had always struck him as a good woman. If she wasn't married, and 10 years older than him, he would have loved to date her.

He really didn't know what to think when the Stilinski family all but adopted him. Then finding out that they had taken on PoA. At first he worried that they were secretly hunters trying to take what little he had left. But as the weeks turned into months he realized that they were just kind people.

The little one, Scott. He painfully reminded Peter of a mix of Cora and Derek. Stubborn, trusting and completely socially awkward. Regardless of his faults he was still a good kid, and a cute little puppy. He would make an wonderful beta.

Erica was something else as well. He could smell the illness in her. At first the wolf thought to put the girl out of her misery. Such a mousy weakling would never survive in the real world. As the days and weeks went on though he saw the real Erica come through. She would be commander, able to take charge of the other betas keeping them in line. Now his wolf looked to her as a cub that needed to be turned and protected. If he as able nothing would dare harm his girl.

Issac was the last cub added to this new pack. He was hurt in ways that made Peter's anger boil. The man that touched this boy had best hope he was dead long before Peter recovered. For Peter had plans that would see him live a long painful life of absolute torture.

The first person he met was also the one who surprised him the most. The longer he was near the boy and watched they pack interact the more he was sure. Stiles Stilinski may only be 10 years old but he was definitely the alpha. The other cubs obey him without question and the adults listen when he speaks. … Well when he speaks directly. Even Peter's wolf reached for him wanting to please the boy.

Peter lay there and thought about how this group had become his pack. It had shocked him when the little alpha first made a bond with him just a few days after their first meeting. His mother joining soon after. Followed by Scott then Jamie. Erica was added at the same time as her own mother. Issac joined the fold the moment he lay eyes one the boy. And the last member was David. Peter knew the others considered Scott's mother Melisa part of the pack but he hadn't accepted her yet. She was rarely around him after all.

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An: That's what I have so far. I'm really not sure when Stiles mom is suppose to die. I don't know if it was ever said in cannon but other authors have it as young as 6 or as old as 15.

Peter is getting better. Isabella hasn't said anything yet because she doesn't want to get the kids hopes up. None of the adults have a clue he's a were wolf... yet.