Eyes Of A Hunter-Teen Wolf

Memory

"What do you want? I already told you I didn't want to join your stupid pack." Harmony said.

"You're gonna want to join after I tell you about your mother." Peter said.

"How much do you know about your family?" Derek asked.

"I know my mother is a hunter."

"And?"

"My father a Werewolf."

"My sister, Derek's mother, always had a fixation about you, I never understood why. Could it be the reason why you haven't shifted yet?" Peter asked, his voice lingering with curiosity.

"No idea. Like you said, I'm a late bloomer." Harmony shrugged.

"No, because you haven't lost anything in significant."

"She holds nothing in significant value." Derek said.

"Talia and Cora were not insignificant." Harmony said.

"The death of your mentor and best friend didn't push you over the edge." Peter said.

"It nearly did."

"What stopped you?" Peter asked.

Harmony looked up at Peter,"Nothing."

"You're lying." Peter stared into her eyes.

Harmony held his eyes for a while,"I'm not. I was angry. Nearly drove me insane."

"Then you met Stiles and Scott."

"I realised I was just a kid, not strong enough to get revenge, not strong enough to do anything. I couldn't change what happened to Talia, Cora. What was done was done." Harmony said.

"If you accept whatever hell happens, you will never be strong!" Peter said.

"Let me talk to her." Derek stands between them.

Shortly after Peter left, Derek turned to Harly,"he's not wrong."

"You're agreeing with him now."

"If anything happened to Stiles, will you accept it and move on just like you did with Cora?"

"I was 7. What could I've possibly done?" Harmony looked away from Derek to blink her tears away.

"You're nolonger seven. You are old enough to make a decision now. You can either remain weaker or let yourself get strong."

"You think I'm doing this on purpose. That I'm choosing to be weak..." Harmony looked up at Derek.

"You're a Werewolf. Not an indoor pet dog. It's your blood. You're a predator. You can't protect anyone in the state you're in. You need to tap into that power."

"How?"

"That's for you to figure out."

Doors fly open, and Peter steps back in,"Simple. I'll tell you. Desperation."

"Desperation?"

"You have to desperately want it. Need it. You need to protect a certain someone." Peter smirked before he plunged his claws in Harmony's neck.

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6 year old Harmony was sitting on hospital benches fiddling with her fingers. Nurses came and went, but she could not pull herself from her little head.

While fiddling with her fingers, she became more agitated and more anxious. She could not focus her hearing, the cries of her friend and friend's family being burnt alive in their house. As well as the sound on the ambulance crying and paramedics wheeling in the injured. Every sound she could hear and think of came rushing to her ears and her head like a train.