Fatal ➵ Peter Hale [COMPLETED]

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       He thought that it didn't matter wether or not Dea thought she could use this information to work in her favor, to conspire against him because the truth he believed was; she couldn't.

       That even if she did try, she'd fail.

       Because no one, absolutely no one would be able to stop him. Ever.

       Dea looked deeply at the man that stood by her side, and once again sighed at the sight of what an animal such a kind, honorable man had become. "You know, a wise, respected man once told me: don't obsess with the idea of revenge, because then, you become no better than the monsters you hate." She muttered, looking away as Deucalion's eyes burned into her at the words she just spoke, once more.

       Before another word could be spoken, the prominent stench of boys locker rooms, cologne and earth filled their nostrils, alerting them that Scott had arrived at the place where he agreed to meet them. Not long after, they followed the scent in silence, emerging from the forest soon after to greet Scott and his friends.

       "Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Scott?" Deucalion said, diverting the attention on to him as Dea followed silently, close behind him.

Scott glanced from Dea to Deucalion. "We got a little delayed. Where are the others?" He asked, noticing the lack of certain other Alpha's he had frequently met. Much to his displeasure.

       "Occupying themselves with other pursuits." Deucalion replied, vaguely.

Scott seemed more alert at the piece of information given to him, wether it was to his pleasure or displeasure, Dea did not know. "So it's just you, me and Dea against her?" He asked.

       Deucalion raised his eyebrows slightly, not an ounce of fear or worry in his bones or facial features, "I think you'll be surprised what a good team we make." He said

       Scott turned to Isaac, "Okay, get Stiles, And then get to the root cellar, okay? We'll keep Jennifer away long enough for you to get them out of there." He muttered, Dea not really paying attention to what he told him as it didn't really concern her or interest her.

       "How are you gonna do that?" Isaac asked.

       "I have a plan."

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MEANWHILE

Peter snarled, uncomfortable and frustrated with the agitated feeling growing in his stomach, causing him to feel restless as he paced from one end of the room to the other, his thoughts spiraling out of control.

For the first time in a long time, Peter had no idea what to do.

A feeling in his gut told him that his stubborn nephew wouldn't listen, and would come prancing back to Scott's aid or even fall victim to another one of the Darach's schemes and plans. Perhaps even both.

       And what about Dea?

       A snarl ripped through his throat at - what he believed to be - the woman's idiocy as he continued to struggle to accept that she had been moronic enough to join Deucalion all for the urge to avenge. He inwardly scoffed, realizing that he too was familiar with the urge to avenge. Should he really just sit back and let Dea go on? Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair as he inwardly groaned and sat down, shutting his eyes. Until, Derek's words rung through his head.