𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯: 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳

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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯: 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳━━━━━━━━━━━━━𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯: 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳
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𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮.

Scott's eyes shot open, he looked around to notice he was in the vet examination room. He moved off the examination table, a weak feeling shot through and his elbow rested against the table.

Deaton turns to help him stand "Welcome back to the land of the conscious. You doing okay?" Scott's blinks rapidly "Maybe you should sit down, huh?"

Scott looks down at his bandaged wound when the bell jingles signalling someone had walked in veterinary clinic

Deaton eyebrows furrow "Hello?" There was no answer. Deaton moves to walk towards the entry, Scott grasping his arm, a worried expression. Deaton just smiled, removing Scott's hand

"I'm sorry, but we're- " Deaton's voice froze once he realised who the man in front of him was "We're closed."

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Peter informs him

Evelyn shook her head "Such a little creep Peter" She launched popcorn at the werewolf

Peter picked popcorn off of his head"Sophia! Your daughter is throwing popcorn at me"

Her eyes flickered between the two, a bright smile on her "Good job baby" Evelyn smiled proudly, flicking her siblings

Deaton shook his head "I'm not sure I remember you dropping off."

Peter took a step towards the gate blocking them apart "This one wandered in on its own."

"Even if he did, I'm afraid I can't help you. We're closed." Deaton stated.

He took a few more steps forward "Well, I think you can make an exception this one time - Don't you?"

Deaton shook his head once more "I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours."

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it." Peter's patience was wearing thin but Deaton knew he would never be afraid of a man like him, there was only one person, thing he feared.

"Like I said - We're closed."

Peter's hand reaches to touch the gate, stopping for a moment. His nail scrapes against the wooden gate "Mountain ash. That's an old one."

A smirk graced Peter's lips, he reached out picking up a chair in the waiting area and launching it at the wall wall directly next to Deaton

The man didn't flinch

"Let me be as clear as possible. We - are - closed." Peter fixes his coat, walking towards the glass exit door

He froze for a moment "There are others who can help me get what I want, Scott. More innocent - and far more vulnerable or maybe someone kind, innocent, beautiful and extremely powerful..."

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