Wolfsbane II | Teen Wolf

Part 12

She was here.

He could see her. Touch her.

Peter grasped her hand in his as he sat by her bedside.

After years of searching, years of longing, he finally found her. Happiness overwhelmed his being. His eyes started brimming with tears again.

When he found her alive and breathing in the woods, he had been overjoyed. She had been passed out but she was alive. He then brought her home to rest and recuperate.

Since then, he had never left her side.

She had been feverish, in and out of consciousness. The few moments she was aware, her eyes held no recollection of who he was or where they were. But he didn't care. He was simply glad to be with her.

Peter stroked her hand affectionately. It had all been worth it.

He recalled the conversation he had with the witch.

"And you're sure this will work?" He questioned the witch sharply.

"Yes." She confirmed. "But are you sure you're willing to pay the cost?"

"Yes." He answered without hesitation. "She's worth everything."

The spell he had casted had a cost. It would slowly eat at his life force causing it to ebb away. It was the price of doing business with the Underworld.

But it was worth it. She was worth it.

Suddenly, Ashley stirred away from her slumber.

Peter held his breath in anticipation as he watched her slowly open her eyes.

Her brown eyes met his watery ones but they held no recognition like his.

"Who are you?" She asked.

xXx

It had been a days since Ashley had awoken in Peter's apartment. She didn't remember him but recognized him as one of the men in her dreams.

A tall, slender, middle-aged woman introduced her to the boy: "This is my brother, Peter."

Peter extended his hand towards Ashley who stared at it then at his face. A wave of sadness came over her as she sensed the tragedy that awaited this boy.

As their eyes met, Peter was alarmed to see the girl's eyes start to water. She ignored his hand and rushed in to hug him. The force of her actions caused Peter to take a step back. The girl clung to him tightly making him bewildered. He glanced at his sister and nephew for some sort of answer only to find them equally at lost.

In the end, he allowed himself to be embraced by the girl. He could tell by the warmth and sadness in her embrace, she genuinely cared for him.

It had been a while since she dreamt of him. Though she still did not recall her memories of him, she felt a sense of familiarity with him.

Ever since she awoke, Peter had been taking care of her. He had shown her nothing but kindness and tenderness, and she found herself drawn to him.

Once she had regained her strength, they had left Beacon Hills behind. Peter would not disclose the reason why, but for some odd reason, she trusted him.

Now they were living just outside a small town close to the Canadian Rockies. Peter owned a magnificent mountain lodge. It was a crossover between modern architecture and a rustic build, a mix of wood and metal. The high ceiling meant tall windows that brought plenty of natural light. The place was spacious and had a beautiful view of the mountains. Ashley loved it and felt right at home.

The sweet smell of pancakes wafted into her room as she went about her morning routine. Finishing up quickly, she headed down the stairs to find Peter making breakfast. Or at least, he was trying to.

The werewolf was holding on to the frying pan awkwardly, trying to flip the pancakes unto a plate. Beside him, was another plate piled with what seemed to be burnt pancakes.

Noticing her presence, he smiled awkwardly and rushed to put the pan away and hide the evidence of his failed cooking.

Ashley pulled up to one of stools at the kitchen counter and Peter placed a plate of decent looking pancakes in front of her.

Scratching the back of his head nervously, he smiled at her.

"It's one of the few edible ones I made." He commented with an embarrassed smile.

Ashley returned his smile with one of her own and said her thanks.

After a few more short exchanges, Ashley finished eating and helped Peter with the clean-up. Not many words were said but they settled into a comfortable silence as they did the dishes. Peter washing and Ashley drying and putting them away. Both perfectly content.