The night was crisp and had that campfire smell that only seemed to come with the winter season. Alice closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh air as her german shepard, Billie, sniffed the bush next to her. Startled out of the moment by Billie's bark, Alice turned around to where Billie faced, squinting into the night beyond the streetlamp. She felt her hackles rise along with Billie's.

"Hey, little love, it's okay," Alice tried to soothe Billie, quickly turning and trying to lead her in the opposite direction, but she wouldn't budge.

"Billie, let's go," Alice said sternly, feeling like it was a very stupid idea to walk her this late at night when she should've just let her out in the yard. But no, she had to get her steps in before swimsuit season. Ugh being a female, man.

Alice was finally able to tug Billie into step with her, only to turn around and collide with a solid chest.

"Oof," she breathed into a soft leather jacket that had that woodsy, campfire smell.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," a deep voice chuckled right above her ear.

Alice stepped back and looked into the piercing blue eyes of none other than resident bad boy (man), Peter Hale. Being Stiles' older sister who just moved back to Beacon Hills after completing veterinary school, Alice was privy to all the supernatural secrets and events in town. In typical Stiles fashion, she had literally just walked through the door of their family home, and he was already shoving her into his room, talking her through the extensive web of information he tacked onto his bulletin board.

It was hard to believe, but after Scott came over and showed her his claws, she didn't question her brother's sanity anymore. She felt bad she hadn't been there to help the teens through the supernatural shitshows they previously dealt with, but she couldn't say she was too sorry she missed the former alpha's psychotic break or the kanima mess that followed.

As for the Hales, Alice went to high school with Derek and Laura and knew them well enough, but she had only ever seen Peter from afar, usually around town with his family, until the fire happened. He was older and more muscular now, but she recognized him.

"Oh, um, it's okay, my dog was being a psycho and freaked me out," she forced a laugh and tried to side-step Peter, only to end up back in his path.

"You're Stiles' sister, aren't you?" His eyes roamed her face, taking in the blonde hair, fair skin, and trademark Stilinski freckles.

"Yep, that's me," she gave a small smile, offering him her hand because awkward silences were her own personal hell, "Alice."

The corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement, and he gently took her hand and brought it to his lips.

Oh, wow okay, now you have the saliva of a murderer on your hand. I mean a hot murderer. But still a murderer. She warred internally, while he looked up at her through his lashes. Why do men always get the thick, dark, beautiful lashes that women have to pay for?

"Well, Alice, it's a pleasure to meet you. I can already tell I'll like you far better than your brother," he dropped her hand and took a step back. "I'm Peter."

"I know who you are," she said, shamefully lightheaded at the feel of his lips on her hand. It's been a while, alright?

"Well, I'm flattered," he smirked and paused at Billie's whine, kneeling down to pet her. "And who is this?"

"This is Billie," she trailed off in disbelief as Billie leaned into Peter's touch after losing her mind over his presence just a few minutes ago.

"Well, Billie, you are beautiful," he said to her matter-of-factly before turning to look up at Alice, "just like your mom."

She was speechless as he stood and brushed past her, throwing an, "I'll see you around, Alice," over his shoulder.

What a fucking mic drop.