In a haze, Peter awoke in the same bed Cora once lay sick in. He felt sick just laying in it, knowing that he was basically sitting in Cora's piss. It smelt like it. He'd want to vomit again, but he'd hold it in considering the fact that Derek stood over him, just as he'd done for Cora. He'd always be there for other's even when nobody else was there for him.
Peter -- frantically -- would attempt to lift himself out of the bed, refusing to think that little of himself, or letting anyone else think that little of him. Chris surely did, speaking of Chris.
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Pacing back and forth in his office, attempting to ignore the wails of his daughter, he'd run his hand over the stubble on his chin before giving in, hurrying towards her bedroom. There she sat, knees to her chest, head between them.
Chris sighed. “Ally,” He'd say, taking a moment to fix the teenagers shirt which had managed to wiggle it's way off her shoulder. “you're going to be fine. I'm sure,” He'd grimace. “Scott can help you. He knows how to control it, or even better, Issac.” He'd say, rubbing her back slightly, small circles tracing over her bra strap constantly. It was calming.
Allison only sighed, putting her feet to the carpeted ground. “Yeah, thanks daddy.” She'd say, pulling her dad in for a hug. He was glad that Gerard wasn't around to force her to kill herself, which meant he didn't have to either. Chris smiled, a hint of despair in his eyes as he walked off. He was hurt. He was hurting for her, with her and against her.
Gently, he'd close his daughters bedroom door, almost immediately his eyebrows furrowing, he needed the find the wolf that knew everything. He needed him back. He needed Peter Hale.
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A hunter and his prey (Peter Hale x Chris Argent)
FanfictionA hunter never shares his prey. A hunter keeps his prey. A hunter lives to catch his prey. But, his prey is one of the trickiest of them all. Always evading direct attacks, ignoring high frequencies. He's been at this awhile, but Chris longer. Peter...
