White Lilies

Chapter Twelve: Coyotes and Pancakes

Hey guys! Long time no see? Well I'm back, originally I was going to post it tomorrow so I can go to work and relax afterwards? Anyhow my Birthday just passed so I decided to give you guys a present here it is. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter/fillers. It's just a bunch oh jumbled nonsense. By the way it is going to branch away from the main plot of the teen wolf series, so we're going A/U guys. Get your passports ready. On another note, do you guys even like this story?

"By the time I realized my feelings for you, I already fell in love with you." ~Anonymous

~ 17 years ago~

The soft crying was a static ball rolling out of the baby monitor; Laurel rolled out of bed lazily and checked the clock. It was always going off at 6 in the morning; Laurel for one wasn't a morning person. She slipped on her fuzzy pink slippers and sauntered to the baby's room. Through her groggily eyes she could see her lover standing over the baby's crib stroking their baby's soft cheek lovingly. "Morning love."

"Laurel." His cooed affectionately as he caught her from the corner of his eyes. She walked over to him and wrapped her thin arms around his waist taking in his scent. "You should look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a train wreck." She sank her fangs into his neck tasting the hot metallic liquid coax her tongue, she smiled as she lapped the rest of her lover's blood. "Feisty this morning aren't we dear?"

"You have no idea." She turned back to baby Malia and hushed her child taking her into her arms. "Shh Baby, Mommy is here. Peter?" When she turned back to her love but he wasn't there, it was just her and her baby in an empty room. The tears built up in her eyes while she held Malia closer to her chest, it was a daily occurrence to her now. She would see figments of Peter around the house with her but he wasn't really there. She was going mad from losing him. "If heaven's grief brings hell's rain, then I'll trade in my tomorrows for just one yesterday." She sung in a hush tone lulling her child to sleep, she sets Malia back in the crib.

~ Present~

He watched her through her classroom window as she looked flustered from grading the papers in front of her. He resisted his animal side from taking over and charging in there and whipping her against the wall. The feeling that was bubbling in him was a cross between lust and betrayal; he didn't know what to do anymore. He was torn from the first time he met her, she was to say at least different from other people he had ever met. She was timid and was gentle no matter how hard he was pushing her. He could hear her say 'Even the thistle won't prick you if you're gentle.'

Why was he so scared to chase her off? Was it because she impacted his life so much? Could it be that she has always given the attention he craved? Peter clicked his tongue in an irritated fashion, his hands was on the door knob. It was cool to the touch and tickled his palm, he gave it a little twist and listened as the door clicked opened. Her honey colored eyes landed on him she gave him a weak smile and placed down her pen giving him her full attention. "I taught you well I see." He stated in a smug tone causing her to turn away and blush.

"How was your trip?" Her voice was quiet but brought him great comfort once it entered his ears. He came closer to her until he was by her side. His hand reached out and caressed her cheek and her eyes closed out of reflexes, his touch was soft against her smooth cheek. "Peter..."

"It was enjoyable." He released her cheek and sat at the edge of her table staring uninterestedly at the pile of essays on her table. His fingers tangled in her long brown silky locks, he fought the urge to bring it to his nose. "Did you miss me while I was away?"

"Of course I did, especially at night when I'm alone." She batted her eyelashes trying to get an emotion out of him. She giggled breaking the tension in the room; her smile was genuine and warm. "What do I owe this lovely visit darling?"

He scoffed, "Darling? I haven't heard that one in a while."

"You don't like it? Shall I stop?"

"I didn't exactly say that, now did I?" Now he brought her hair to his nose and inhaled her scent, the familiar smell of sweet gardenia was intoxicating to him. He released her hair and watched as it fell into place perfectly, he brushed away her hair and got a good look at her smooth and creamy neck. He watched her steady heartbeat pulsing against her skin, why was it so mesmerizing to him? "I just wanted to see my Laurel today."

"Is that so?" His finger was on her vein and felt her pulse bounce off of his fingertip. Her heartbeat raced with his touch as much she tried to hide it. "What are you doing Peter?"

"Making sure what's mine is mine and if it is still mine, I'm trying to get it back." His nails sharpened into claws and he raked them from her neck to her shoulder and watched her skin split but she didn't make a sound. Her blood oozed out of the cut, he watched as the blood dripped down her skin and gets sucked back in her wound. The cut healed almost instantly like it was never there. The scent of her blood was faint but lingers in the air; it was sending him close to ecstasy. "Doesn't this bring back memories?"

"You mean me being completely submissive then yes; it brings back a lot of memories."

"Memories that I seem to be lacking in, don't you remember?"

"I vaguely remember something to that effect. I'm working on it Peter."

"How ironic, so am I. I wonder who is going to break first." His smile was sinister and made her shiver while he traced her vein with his claw. "How is our daughter treating you?"

She closed her eyes and sighed, "She hasn't come back yet, I know if I go after her it's only going to make her run and hide more. It's a coyote thing and she has your genes so it's double the stubbornness."

"Shall I talk to her? I hear I can be quite persuasive." He placed his hand on his chest giving her his ever so charming smile.

"Darling, remember she takes after you. Peter?" Why was she so timid now? So scared to ask him what she wanted to know. His attention was fully on her, "What are we… now?"

"That's a silly question don't you think?" He leaned into her ear and whispered ever so quietly in her ear, his breath was making her ticklish and shiver. "You were always mine from the beginning. I intend to keep it like that." He nipped at her bottom earlobe, that Peter always found a way to make her feel bipolar.

-Laurel POV-

I hated this thing we called the waiting game, it dwindled my patience near nonexistent. I've only been her mother for a few months before Noel took her, my precious beautiful baby girl, when I finally can be her mother again she left in a heated rage. One thing that ran in my mind, was I a bad mother? Peter was a lot calmer than what I expected but at the same time I knew he could hold one hell of a grudge. He held my hand in his, I missed the rough textures of his hands, and he was worried but had a talent of being to hide his true feelings. He is a big bag of mystery, that Peter Hale, he was cunning, deceiving, violent and temperamental, and overall not a great person but it attracted me to him. He was like cocaine, yeah that was the best way to describe Peter, being with him makes you feel on top of the world but destroys you when he is there.

His cool blue eyes scanned the room, those blue eyes I learned to love, and those blue eyes that hid his sadness behind the random flecks of brown in his iris. "You know, I was serious about Malia having more siblings." He stated in a tone where I had no idea if he was serious or joking around. I couldn't help but smile at his attempt to make me feel good.

"I'm sure you were honey."

"I am, I don't do well with babies but once they can talk I got this."

I giggled, "You're a liar I've seen you with Cora when she was a baby. You were great-"

"I know I am, I'm nothing less than amazing at whatever I do." The silence came back and I listened to his heart beating, I never understood why it calmed me but it did that and his scent. His scent was this mix of musky cologne and fresh forest air, it was a weird I'll admit but it had this soothing effect on me. He tangled his fingers in my thick brown locks; he was gentle for the most part. Actually normally Peter was far from gentle, he was everything but gentle, the times he was I would take full advantage of it. "Do you remember the first full moon after you turned?"

"You want to hear about it?"

~19 years ago~

Peter stood by my side he was more anxious than the day he told me about werewolves, it was driving me insane. He sets down his bag he had slung over his back and I could hear the rustling of chains and metal clashing together. We were sitting in the boys locker room, it was nearing midnight and everyone besides us was gone. I hated the look he gave me, it looked like he pitied me, and I wanted to slash his face in. I wanted to see the blood seeping from his wounds. He squatted down at met my eyes.

"Rel" His voice was contorted and disfigured; I could barely make it out. "La..rel" I shook my head there was something terribly wrong with me, I wasn't feeling like myself. I felt like snapping bones between my hands, listening to their bones crack, I wanted blood. I wanted the sickly sweet metallic liquid to coat my tongue and I wanted to feel the warmth bathing my body. "Laurel!" He growled at me his eyes were glowing yellow in the dark room, my eyes snapped at him and he peeled my hand off of his wrist. "Watch your claws kitty cat." My eyes landed on his wrist were my claws were digging into his flesh and I watched as the blood creeping out. I licked my lips wanting desperately to lap up his blood. "Now I'm going to-Hey!" I snapped my fangs at him, god I wanted the taste of delicious blood. "Tsk tsk... love. You know better than to try and bite me." He wagged his finger at me in a disappointed matter like he was scolding a dog.

"Pe...ter." Why was my voice so demonic sounding? I could feel the muscles in my face contorting into a monster; he quickly handcuffed one side of my legs and hand to the pole of the bench. "I.. ARGH!" I let out something close to a growl and a roar. He got the other side cuffed to a locker, he sat in front of me and smile. He was close enough I could taste his heart beating in my mouth but far enough that I couldn't reach him.

"Just until you learn to control your shifts, repeat after me. Alpha."

"Al..pha."

"Good, Beta."

"Bet...ah."

"Omega."

"Omeg..ga." I wanted to rip off that cocky smile; just a taste is all I need. My claws flexed and struggled to tear themselves free from the chains that bound me in place. "I need to feel your bones cracking in my hands."

"Well we both wouldn't like that now would we darling?" God he was so smug, acting all high and mighty on his golden throne. "It's not so bad afterwards. Now repeat what I told you earlier."

"Alp-Argh!" I tried to struggle free, I was losing myself. I could see myself or the husk I call a body struggling, was I floating? My body wouldn't listen to reason; it was a wild animal craving the taste of blood. I barely could tell it was me; my face was in the form of a humanoid animal, claws and fangs. My eyes were glowing yellow and I was snapping at Peter's face with my fangs. God I felt helpless, Peter got up and exhaled clearly frustrated.

"One more time, say it Laurel. Alpha, Beta, Omega." I replied in a low growl, then all I saw was black and Peter's voice coming through the darkness, "Fine if you want blood, Come and get it."

I could hear the birds' chirping happily, I hated them. I felt like I was having the world's worst hangover ever, I refused to open my eyes. My throat was dry and parched; it had this weird rust taste to it. Why couldn't I remember- oh god. My eyes snapped opened, I was naked and covered in blood in the middle of a forest. My hands and body was covered in blood Peter was nowhere to be found, "Peeter!" I was more than scared, I couldn't have. I wouldn't forgive myself if I harmed him in anyway, "Peter!" I got to my feet holding on the tree for support, my knees were weak and wobbly. In the distance I could see more blood and scrapes of clothes littering the ground. I heard the bushes rustle and instinctively covered my breasts and womanly area, I saw a familiar tuff of dark blonde hair. "Peter!"

I ran over to him and he watched a little more intently than he should. I threw my arms around him happily and very relieved. "Hey. Feeling better love?" He handed me an oversize black shirt and lacy pink panties, I was scared to ask where he got those from. I gave a small nodded and gladly took the clothes from him, slipping on the panties and then the huge shirt over my little body frame. "It's not my blood by the way."

"Whose blood is it?" Peter took my hand in his and guided me through the forest; the smell of blood was thick in the air. "Oh god!" I shoved my face into his chest as he took me to what I think is a deer. I wouldn't know the limbs were ripped out, the hide that was supposed to be covering the ribs was gone. A few ribs were scattered around along with the intestines, there were pretty deep cuts all over and lots of blood. The neck was clearly torn out and laying half eaten a foot away from the carcass. "I did that? How did my clothes get shredded then?"

"Not sure." He was lying and on purpose too cause I can see that sly smile. All the violent thoughts from last night left my head but I still wanted to carve that smug look off of his face. So bad.

~ Present~

"I wish I could remember that." He said in a bittersweet tone while he stroked her hair slowly. "I don't remember from what happened after you were turned to the point you left me, it's nothing but a black screen."

"Well, I'm here to tell you all the little secrets now. You always have me and I'll have your back."

"Do you now? Were you scared when you got bitten love?"

"Not really, I had you there by my side. I knew if you were there you wouldn't let anything bad happen to me." She swore he was blushing but cleared his throat and stood up in haste looking at the clock. It was a quarter to midnight; Laurel frowned after glancing at the clock. "Do leave me tonight. I don't want to be alone." He turned back to her brown eyes melting into his blue ones; he nodded once without any complaints. He offered his hand to her, which she took without hesitant, he hoisted her up to her feet and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I love you."

"I know, Laurel."

The front door creaked opened waking up Laurel while Peter was nowhere to be found. She pushed herself out of the bed and checked the time; it was 6 in the morning. Usually she was a decent morning person, she had to be it was part of her job, but today however she wanted nothing more than to curl up in her bed and fall into a coma. She could hear the footsteps in the hallway coming closer to her room; coyotes had a great way of sneaking around so no one heard them but wolves on the other hand not so much. She laid back down and buried her head into the pillow hoping to drown out the noises, she cursed her super hearing. "You know, by now normal people would get out of bed and see who came into their homes."

"I would have if a wolf didn't intrude my home the previous nights." She mumbled from under the soft white pillows, she heard him chuckle and sit on the edge of her bed next to her. "Let me sleep for another hour Peter. I'm begging you."

"So it is that time of the month. I thought you smelt different last night." She wanted to kick him, Peter was fine most of the time but during that time of the month she barely had enough patience to look at him. "Did you get any word from our daughter?"

"No but Stiles told me at school she was staying in his garage or toolshed. He said he was going to talk to her or something. Hopefully she'll listen to him." She still refused to come out of her little cocoon normally Peter would have forced her out but he was being careful not to piss off a menstruating coyote. "I trust him."

"I don't Stiles is an idiot who gets both himself and Scott into trouble."

"He found our daughter, remember that." That was her argument and Peter accepted it, she loved it when she was on her bitch week. Back in the days Peter would by her flowers and bring freshly made brownies whenever he sensed her nearing her week. He had a habit of kissing up to what he wants and she didn't want to think about how many woman he slept with to get power back it was probably a lot. His hand was on her tummy rubbing it like she was pregnant; she wormed herself away from him.

"If you want pancakes, I suggest getting up and getting ready within the hour. Then we can beat the elderly and their early bird specials." She let out a stifled snort how she missed her lonely life of waking up in a cold bed in a lonely apartment, her inner coyote loved it. Then again she also loved nice warm fluffy pancakes, those sound heavenly to her. Reluctantly threw the pillow off of her head and sat up, her sleepy brown eyes might Peter's beady scheming eyes. He adjusted himself so he could kiss her on the forehead, "Morning." His eyes were closed and she could smell his breath, peppermint mouthwash, she noted mentally.

Thank you for reading 3

Sarah0406, yeah it was A/U but honestly this whole story is. I could only wish Laurel was a thing. About him wanting to help Derek with Paige, I guess it depends how you see it and how you took it. I was watching an interview with the Hales boys and Ian Bohen, who plays Peter, said that Peter likes to destroy what ever is beautiful. So I just based it off of that. Plus Peter is a shifty person, so it was hard to know what he really wanted and at least it worked? I think? Then the Eichen house scene ahhhhhhhhhh I don't even knew why I threw it in there and it confused everyone so I apologies.

SilverShadowWolf46, Yeah it is but I'll think of a way to get them back or ahhhh enlighten him? So probably more flashbacks for fun I guess?

OutlawqueenFTW, You are such a tease! I thought you would have the story up and I was like yay,I'll read it! but no story so mi heart is broken T^T. Well if you post the story, please let me know because I really do want to read it.