Chapter two
Frenemy.

"What do you see when you look yourself
in the mirror? Do you see your reflection starring back
at you?
Or do you see a stranger, someone you don't
know, someone you didn't know you could be.

Or do you see something broken?"

Peter POV.

He hurried up the stairs to the loft, his heart racing in his chest and he pulled the sliding door open, not even bothering to announce his presence the people inside.

Isaac was on the couch, his face closed off and his eyes dead. He jumped up when the door was slammed open but Peter paid him no attention, eyes darting around the room, seeking.

"Where's Derek?"

His eyes landed sharp on the pup and marched up to stand right in front of him, his pulse beating faster and faster and he could smell the younger wolfs fear…

Fuck.

"Isaac, do you know where Derek is?" he asked more carefully again, trying to make himself look a little less dangerous, a little less big.

The other shook his head and whispered from behind his hands, "He just left, didn't say anything," Isaac's breath hitched and he sat down beside him, waiting for him to continue. "I think he's going to try to track the Calaveras. At any cost," he finished.

Peter shook his head and cursed his nephew. Why did he always run off, how much would it take to get into his thick skull that he had a pack that needed him?

He rested his elbows on his knees and sighed. "Yesterday night when I was burying Scott at the house and walked away.. I was being followed, at first I thought it was Derek, trying to cheer me up in his own twisted way. But." He halted and blinked the tears away. I'm still not sure what it was, but from what I could see of it and the carnage it left, I would say a wolf."

"Carnage?" he heard Isaac whisper to his right.

"It killed two or three people, it was a mess, Perhaps a rouge wolf or something like that," he sighed and shook his head again. The loss of the pup was starting to set in and now this. It was too much.

He looked up when he felt a hand on his knee and saw Isaac looking at him with a concerned expression, a soft smile on his face, "I won't leave Peter. Derek may go after the hunters but we both know the truth and that's Derek's not coming back," Isaac sighed and looked away, "And if he is... then he won't be our Derek, not really." He heard the pup sigh and the scent of grief filled the air once more.

Unknown POV.

He lifted his head towards the sky and howled a long and mournful sound. He was hurting and he didn't know why, just that he was alone, cut off from something that he didn't remember.

He stopped and hung his head, licking himself around the mouth. There were still some dried blood but he didn't remember what had happened, just flashes and loud sounds

A bird flew from its nest in a tree and he let his eyes trace it, ears flicking around trying to catch and sound that may have scared the bird off, but they heard nothing.

A branch breaking from behind him, caused a snarl to rip itself out of his mouth and he carefully and without a sound stalked towards the sound, breathing in a scent that somehow stroked him as familiar and his next step faltered before picking up again.

Peter POV.

His left arm shot out in front of Isaac when the wind shifted and bought a new scent with it. He inhaled deeply and the corner of his mouth twisted, eager to stretch into a snarl.

"Wha-"

"Shut it," he snarled and pushed Isaac behind him, his claws growing out as tried to get a sight of the creature before it attacked.

A flash a white made Isaac flinch behind him and Peter dropped all pretenses and pushed the pup to the ground so he could protect him better. Isaac didn't say a thing.

"Come on," he mumbled, "Stop playing games with me."

"Peter," he heard Isaac say from behind him and he risked shooting him a glance and when he looked up again, the thing stood there, not even four meters away from him.

And what thing it was. It looked like a wolf, just so much bigger, white as new fallen snow and the bluest eyes Peter had ever seen in his entire life.

He couldn't help but take a step back, dragging Isaac with him, not once breaking eye contact with it because he had no doubt that the thing could easily outrun him and kill him without trouble.

It snarled when he moved and took a step forward, ears standing at attention and its focus at him.

"Isaac, RUN!" he yelled and when the creature tried to run Isaac down, he jumped on it.

Malia POV.

John, just tell me where Stiles is, please. We really need to speak with him." she begged the older man.

She had almost left as soon as she had arrived when she had seen how the older man looked. It was like he had aged decades since the last time she had seen him. But she hadn't, she had to know where Stiles was, even if the teen didn't care for his friend anymore, he still deserved to know he was dead.

She waited for his answer, looking around while she did. The house was a mess, old plates were spread around the kitchen and she could smell decaying food somewhere.

"He's not here anymore." It was said in a drawn out sigh.

Her attention was focused on the man again. "What do you mean he's not here anymore?" she didn't really want to force him to answer but she had to know.

"He left, took the car and left, didn't say anything, not even goodbye," the man sighed and took a swing from the bottle of whiskey she hadn't seen until now.

A big part of her wanted to shake the man, to demand answers, but she knew that John wasn't the one she was angry on. It was Stiles, who so readily threw his lifelong friendship with Scott away and made him hurt more than he was already hurting.

She bit back a snarl and gave the man one last glance before she left, slamming the door behind her.

She slammed the brakes on the car when she reached the forest and slammed her hands down on the dashboard and gave a muttered fuck when she made a small dent. She heaved a big sigh and looked skywards, just as a howl rang through the air, cutting whatever thought she was thinking off as she ran towards the sound, her clothing ripped apart as she shifted mid-step.

Peter POV.

The circled each other. He had blood running down his face and his right arm was useless, stopping to let it heal could mean his death and he at least wanted to make sure Isaac had made it far enough away; that the wolf wouldn't hunt him after it had killed him.

He growled at it, baring his teeth and fangs but it didn't seem to deter the animal, if anything, it got more eager to get closer to him.

It would have succeeded if in the same moment it jumped for his throat, another body, a smaller one, slammed into it and sending both animals crashing to the ground, teeth and claws making long gashes in each other's furs.

If later asked, he wouldn't have been able to say for how long the fight lasted but it ended when the wolf fled the scene, leaving what he could now see was a coyote, a panting and bleeding mess as it directed its too blue eyes at him.

Unknown POV.

He stumbled through the forest. He hadn't seen the little annoying thing come, and it had cost him. He shook his big head and gave a small howl, calling for a pack that he didn't have. When he received no answer he huffed and disappeared into the deeper part of the forest.

He roamed till the light disappeared and the moon came up, continuing until his legs refused to carry him and then collapsed under him, sending him crashing down on the hard and cold ground and the last thing he saw, was a man shaking his head and then everything went black.

Malia POV.

She made a move to run after the wolf but when she looked up again, Peter stood in her way, a firm shake of his head, let her know that she was going nowhere.

She moved to take a step but stumbled when pain shot through her leg, causing her to crash to the forest ground before she looked up at Peter. The older man looked unimpressed at her and shook his head.

"We can't go for him now, he's wounded and it will make him even more dangerous than he was before.

She shifted and in a childish display of frustration, she hit the ground before asking, "What is he?"

Peter looked sadly in the direction the wolf had run in, before he returned his attention to her. "He's a feral, a werewolf that's gone feral, lost in anger and the urge to kill. Anything with a pulse is his worst enemy, he lives and breathes for the next kill. It would be considered a mercy to kill him."

"That's what you are going to do? Kill him?" she asked.

Peter nodded, "If I can get close enough."