A/N: Poor Peter arguing within himself and poor Mama McCall is gonna be a Werewolf...oops XD

"Peter, are you okay? You look kinda pale," Melissa observed.

Peter shook his head, "I'm fine but I need to get going."

"So soon?"

"Yes," Peter made his way for the door, he didn't mean to push her away but Melissa felt rejected.

"I'll give you call later," She smiled but held her head low.

Peter just nodded leaving Melissa wondering what she did wrong.

Sitting in his car he hit his steering wheel in anger, 'Why couldn't I just tell her?!' His thoughts rushed through him like an angry waterfall. He new only one place, one person, who may know how to relieve the curse, Dr. Alan Deaton.

Peter strolled into the veterinarians office, he may be worried on the inside but he cannot let it show on the outside, he was an Alpha and showing fear was a sign of weakness. Last time Peter had came in was to pick up Scott but Deaton wasn't having it and it ended badly.

"Welcome to -" Deaton turned around and froze, "He's not here Peter."

"I'm not here for Scott," His voice was ice cold.

Deaton's face froze.

"Nor you," Peter rolled his eyes as if it was obvious.

"Then what do you want?" Deaton's unmoving poster and unwavering emotions stood stone cold next to Peter's.

Peter hesitated, "I need help," The word "help" came out with hiss and angry tone as it damaged his pride to admit it.

"Last time you were in here you threw a chair at me and your after Scott and you think I'll help you why?"

Peter exhaled sharply, Deaton was right, "Alan," Peter started, "You are my family's former Druid, for old time sake," He shrugged.

Deaton wasn't buying it.

"I have a simple question that needs a simple answer," Peter went on, "How can you cure the bite of a werewolf?"

Deaton was in fact surprise by his question, "By killing the one who bit you," Deaton found himself saying.

"Yes I know that," Peter rolled his eyes, "Any other cures?"

"You intend to cure Scott?" The shock in Deaton's voice echoed in the empty halls.

"Not exactly."

"Then what do you intend to do?" He pressed.

Peter clenched his fist.

"They say, inject yourself with dead rhinovirus and it will kill off the lycanthropic cells. Rhinovirus is a common cold and can destroy lycanthropic cells when left in the blood, dead. It is most common in the nasal area," Deaton continued, "But that was proven to be fake."

Peter stared blankly, "Anything, I don't know, maybe not fake?!"

Deaton shook his head, "Once bitten the only way is for the victim to kill the one who bit them."

"You don't have a spell or magic potion I could feed her um I mean Scott?"

Deaton looked at him curiously, "No but it would help if I knew the full story."

Peter shook his head, "Your obviously no help whatsoever," He made his way for the door but paused, he shook his head and continued.

Starring blankly Dr. Alan Deaton now had plenty of unanswered questions himself but the biggest one was, 'What was Peter Hale up too?'

Peter drove long and hard, dusk began to fall and he knew he had to get to Melissa, his fist held to the stirring wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, he gritted his teeth as his fangs began to protrude as his eyes shown blood red.

Regaining his composer Peter banged on the door.

"Peter?" Melissa opened the door slightly.

"You have to come with me," He took her wrist and began walking towards his car.

"Peter! Stop! Let me go!" She fought him.

He took her shoulders and looked her dead in the eye, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

Peter then hesitated, "Do you love me?"

Melissa blushed, "Yes."

"Then can you trust me that everything I'm doing is for your well being, for your protection?"

Melissa stopped struggling, "Okay."

"Get in the car," Peter looked up at the rising moon.

Melissa stiffened up but obeyed, "What's going on?" She asked as she buckled herself up.

"Your gonna think I'm crazy."

"That's okay," She smiled.

"Everyday for six years you came and talked to me about your life, you told me all about Scott. I've known you and your son for six years and I could telling you everything about him since he was ten years old," He stuttered, "I didn't pick him at random, I knew him that's why I wanted him in my pack."

"Your pack?" Melissa became very uneasy.

Peter looked at the setting son and shook his head, "My family was murdered because...because were werewolves."

"What?!" Melissa stared blankly, the seriousness in his voice startled her and she feared he was crazy.

"Now Scott wants to kill me for using you and for attacking Allison and her family," He kept rambling, "But her family killed my family!"

"You used me?" Melissa felt heartbroken, "Wait! You attacked Alison?"

"That's not important," Peter shook his head, "I bit you Melissa! The mark on your shoulder, I bit you!"

Melissa's hand rubbed against her shoulder.

"You're gonna turn Melissa and it's all my fault!"

Pulling into the woods and up to a broken down house, all burnt and mangled was the wood but oddly enough charming.

"Their here," Peter gritted his teeth, the moon glowed and his form changed into a barring beast of anger with fur all over, his red eyes glowed and he had barring fangs, finally he let out a blood curdling howl.

"Peter!" Melissa screamed as he transformed, tears raced down her face as she saw the monster within and it scared her.

A/N: Poor poor Melissa, I hope you all liked this chapter :D Please R&R