"Heh, you should have, Scott can be a bit of a whiny bitch, but he's pretty headstrong too...me I'm a bit more flexible." I admit, and extend my right arm to Peter who takes it, makes his eyes glow red and bites into my forearm, while I channel my healing into him.
Peter goes from hideous burn victim to hot werewolf guy within seconds, no homo.
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I can feel a sort of energy pass from Peter into me, I can feel it creeping through my veins, it starts to burn like my body is attacking it and it's fighting back, it gets bad enough I have to grit my teeth hard enough to hear my teeth creak.
I'm not the only one being affected as Peter removes his blood soaked fangs from my forearm flesh mouth steaming as he makes a pained sound deep in his throat, before dropping to his knees and starts throwing up the bit of my blood that he's swallowed.
The inferno creeping through my veins reaches my eyes, and I hear a pained scream make its way out of my clenched teeth as my vision blacks out.
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Waking up with a throbbing head smells so intense, I feel like I'm going to be sick, sounds so loud I clamp my hands down over my ears, opening my eyes the brightness makes me snap them shut, and clench them to keep out as much light as possible.
"Concentrate Stiles, as a werewolf you can control the intensity of your senses, imagine a radio with multiple switches, label one hearing, seeing, and smelling, have you done it?" Peter's voice is like a comforting balm to my senses, something that makes me uncomfortable.
'Must be the alpha beta bond between pack.' I think and do as Peter suggests and find that I'm slowly becoming more comfortable.
"Yeah." I hear my own words at a normal volume, slowly opening my eyes, and even with my efforts the room looks better than an 8K image. I can see dust mites floating in the air and a long left unkept apartment, with dusty floors and furniture.
"Good…now tell me how do you know what Kate Argent did to my family?" Peter asks me with his eyes shining alpha red, though it's not threatening, especially not with this new power coursing through me.
"I like looking over my Dad's old cases, and investigating them…I put together that Kate Argent was the most likely ring leader of what happened to your family, with the help of our science/chemistry teacher Adrian Harris, I figure that her other accomplices are connected to the school in some way or another as well given the most likely involvement of Mr Harris." I tell Peter and find that I have control over the speed of my own heartbeat.
Peter smiles a blood thirsty grin filled with sharp fangs, as his face goes furry and he develops a rise to his forehead and nose like a normal werewolf.
"You Stiles…are possibly the best decision I've ever made." Peter mutters, his smile turning devious but more honest as he hands me a golden color debit card that has a bit of weight to it compared to normal debit cards, "It's prepaid with a hundred thousand dollars on it, I'll load it each month with more money, it's all legal I filled out your employment paperwork and forged your signature social security and all that, for a cop and a cop's son you and your father don't protect your personal documents all that well." Peter says to me his smile becoming less devious and more arrogant.
"Coming from you that's not saying much." I snark back to the man getting a genuine chuckle out of him.
Looking through my clone's eyes feeling his concern for my safety, I see that it's now three in the afternoon, Erica was rather upset when he informed her that I was too busy hunting the rogue alpha werewolf to resume our healing today, something that might have escaped my clone's notice was the look in her eyes and on her face, it was a self serving look, that tells me Erica isn't as sweet of a girl as I initially thought she was.
'So she's just using me as I had originally thought to do to her before I started developing feelings for her…typical.' I think as I mostly write Erica off in the back of my mind.
"Go home Stiles, I'll call you when I need your help…for now continue to grow closer with Derek, and keep helping Scott learn to fight." My eyes widen at Peter's words, "Yes, I've been watching…it was rather amusing watching you beat the crap out Derek." Peter's smirking face is annoying as hell.
"You need to train both as a Grimm and now as a werewolf…no one should be able to sneak up on you, I'll be aiding in your training…when you're ready we'll seek vengeance for my family."
"Oh, and now that you have money, do something about that horrid Jeep, damned thing stalled out on me trying to get here." Peter says while smirking his smirk that makes his face very punchable but for some reason I feel a weight settle over me stopping me from punching him.
"Sure thing, I wanted to fix it anyways... probably take it to someone to do a full restore on it, while buying something a little bit newer to get around in until it's done getting fixed." I mutter while getting up from the couch and heading to the door, followed the whole way by Peter's smirk.
'I'm going to enjoy almost killing him, and using Healer's Touch to save his life...just so I can rub it in his face.' I think as I make my way out of the door, "Take the elevator down to the underground parking that's where your Jeep is parked!" Peter calls out after me and I flip him the bird over my shoulder.