I'm back! I'm so sorry I haven't updated for the longest time. a lot has happened to me and my family that needed the utmost attention, but I want you all to know that I'm working on this and the next chapter. I want to let all who have read this to know I appreciate you and love you.

Like before, don't know the characters, just the story.

Peter continued on with his story, a story of rage and vengeance. A story of a Demon Wolf.

"San Juan looked at Helena's necklace and focused all his rage at the ones responsible. Each of the hunters tried to fix their rifles on him and the beserkers' tried to rush him at the same time, only to get slaughtered systematically. Savoring each kill." The look on Peter's face frightened everyone, like he wanted to end those killers existences himself.

"Well, he looked exactly what Derek looks like now when he turned, from what I've heard. I just never ever thought of them as stories until now."

At that moment Erica was cautiously stepping towards the cage, silently prying he would not attack. As she neared she saw his current form; from what Scott and the others told her about Deucalion's wolf form, Derek resembled him perfectly at that moment. He sounded like he was almost purring. Eyes of demonic red were watching her intently, like he wanted to devour her. Body and soul.

"Derek? Can you understand me?" She asked hesitantly.

He nodded slightly. Showing he understood.

Meanwhile back at the loft.

"Like Derek, it took time for him to regain his composure. To focus his rational mind so he wouldn't kill his own people, because again, like my nephew, he loved his pack and family to much to cause them harm."

Scott was the first to speak. "What did he do after?" Peter looked at the boy he had turned with respectable acknowledgment and said;

"He traveled the world learning to focus his his mental and physical energy, how to calm the chaos that invaded his body. You see Scott power like his was not something to abuse like an ugly stepchild, no it was something to primal to disrespect, even someone like me knows better than to do that!"

He had never spoken with such conviction, it was almost scary. The same wolf that caused so much misery in their lives was showing genuine humanity. San Juan was truly someone to both admire and fear, to make a sociopath like Peter show any emotions was someone not to be trifled with. All throughout the story Peter showed heartache, sorrow, rage and respect. Yes, he was a true alpha in every sense of the word.

Else where.

Allison's grandfather, Gerrard was in his room, brooding. His defeat at the hands of the young wolf was truly humiliating, the plan was simple; force Derek to bite him, kill him, and take his alpha status for himself. Like he thought. simple. While he was sitting there, sulking, thinking about his situation, a sudden chill ran up his spine. The door to his room gently opened and when he saw who it was, complete and utter terror covered his face. His mysterious visitor spoke in a calm but dark voice, "Hello. Old Killer."

"What the FUCK are doing here!" He screamed.

"To remind you and your kind what happens when hunters go rabid!"

The next morning Gerard was found thrown out of his five story window, his neck turned completely around. From the coroner said, his neck broken that violently before he hit the ground.

A few hours earlier.

"Well how do we help Derek now! It's not like we can retrace San Juan's footsteps when he tried to regain control!" Stiles roared finally unable to keep his mouth shut. A death glare from Lydia let him know he was gonna get it, but at that moment, he didn't care. He continued his questioning though. "I mean it's not like we can track down that demon's grave and resurrect him like you were."

And, with a Cheshire grin, Peter said. "Who said he died."

Everyone was shocked.