The whimpers of a dog filled the air. The high pitched sounds of pain slowly began to morph into human groans.
Peter watched from his perch as the Betas took turns gaining their strength, learning how to move against the sole Omega of the pack. He was eight men and women strong, but he needed more. He was stronger with them, but he'd barely made it out from underneath his niece's pack alone. He wasn't sure how this group could fair against three trained Betas and another who made up with tenacity where his training lacked. Derek had been smart into signaling the human into bringing in Zane and Brenna as reinforcements. It had been he who had underestimated their strengths.
He'd chosen more suitable candidates for his pack this time, in comparison to Scott. The teen was too lovesick with his humans. These people had no one, were looking for betterment. They were eager to do anything for him, as witnessed below with taking the sole teen of the pack within an inch of healing ability. He'd be out 'til sunrise, unless Peter decided to put him out of his misery.
He'd sworn to himself no Omegas, they sucked more power than gave it, but the kid was proving to be the most useful member of the pack after all. An eighteen year old runaway who had all but pleaded for the bite. He'd been on his own since thirteen and wasn't making an inroads towards a better life off the streets. When Peter had promised him a life better than the streets, he hadn't hesitated or asked what that life would be.
He was been tempted to throw the boy away once it was clear he'd be the weakest link, practically still human when he made it through the bite, but he'd been a useful punching bag. It gave him the idea that he'd be useful to his Betas, once he made them. And it was true. Plus there was an added bonus of his willowy build, his shaved head, his resemblance to a certain human in Beacon Hills.
He would never underestimate Derek and his 'pack', not a second time. They would join him or they would die. He mostly hoped for the latter half, even though having a subservient family member in his pack would be useful to his strength. But Derek was too defiant, too eager for revenge for his sister, too hungry for the Alpha title that he thought rightfully belonged to him with Laura gone.
He felt the residual anger from that day eight months ago. It reminded him of a time long ago when he'd fallen, not long before Kate had weaseled her way into Derek's eye. His own obsession, his need to be the more powerful of the hierarchy to his family. He'd lost then. To a woman, no less. Much like his nephew, he let a woman fester under his skin until her disease spread and murdered.
He looked at the Omega, crying into his wounds in a corner of the basement, while his hands shook with anger and his nails grew into claws. The Omega was trying to shrink into the shadows so that no one would come for him from his brutal pack.
Omegas were easy enough to find, he supposed as he advanced with a smile towards the boy. After all, it was his nephew's birthday. He should send him a present.
I'm so sorry that this is really late. Two weeks ago, my nephew was rushed to a hospital upstate and diagnosed with a heart condition and my family was just thrown into shambles. Then I came home from where I was and got hit hard with the flu, which just had me doing nothing. All's well now though, and I'll be posting the second interlude either tonight or tomorrow, while I work on writing the next full chapter.