𝐷𝐸𝑀𝑂𝐿𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆 ➪ 𝐶𝐻𝑅𝐼𝑆 𝐴𝑅𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇

02.

The next morning, at Derek's loft, Isaac paced around near the giant windows. "You know, I'm starting to not like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous." He says. "You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him." He corrects, mentioning his alpha's uncle.

"You'll be fine." Derek reassures.

Isaac sighs, turning his body slightly as he stops pacing. "Does it have to be him?" He asks.

Beckett smirks, shaking her head while opening her third beer of the morning. "He knows how to do it. I don't." Derek says. "It would be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself." He adds.

"Well, what about Dahlia?" The beta asks. Derek just shakes his head. "She's banned from dealing with stuff like this. Don't know why." He tells. Beckett looks over at the alpha werewolf in curiosity and surprise. "For real..?"

Isaac walks over to where Derek and Beckett were sitting, messing with one of the empty chairs. "You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd— well, I'd trust Scott." He mutters. Derek looks up at him. "Do you trust me?" He asks, earning a jab from his cousin.

After a moment, Isaac nods. "Yeah." He replies, then looks off to the side in thought. "I still don't like him." He huffs out. "Nobody likes him." Beckett comments, setting her beer bottle down onto the table. Not even a second later, the door to Derek's loft slides open. "Boys. Girl," Peter begins, sauntering into the loft, "F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So, I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face." He tells the trio, his eyes going to his older niece and nephew at the end.

"We don't like you." Derek and Beckett tell him in unison, with the addition of Dahlia's voice as she walks into the loft after her older brother. "Hell yeah." She agrees, giving Peter a playful grin and chaste kiss on his cheek.

Derek closes the book he was reading and throws it down on the table, standing up. "Now shut up and help us." He tells his uncle. Peter takes a moment, his head tilting and then just raises his brows. "Fair enough." He says before extending his claws.

Minutes later, after Isaac had stopped freaking out, the four Hales and the Lahey were all spread out around the loft. Derek and Isaac were back to sitting down, Isaac in a chair and Derek on the couch. Beckett was sitting on the steps, still sipping her beer, and Dahlia was watching Peter pace around while she leaned against the nearest window.

"Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm." Peter tells the anxious teenage boy. "How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac asks. For a split second, Peter exchanges a look with Dahlia, then pretends to examine his claws. "It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice." He answers, slowly moving closer to Isaac, his claws tracing the back of his neck. "One slip, and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them." He adds.

Derek and Beckett look over at their uncle after that, Dahlia just continues to watch her brother, wanting him to stop talking about the topic completely. "Wh-..you, you've had a lot of practice, though, right?" Isaac asks, now nervous again. Peter meets the boy's gaze after looking at his sister's face. "Well, I've never paralyzed anyone." He says. Derek furrows his brows and Beckett glances between her mother and uncle.

"Wait, does that mean that you—" Isaac was cut off when he felt Peter's claws pierce into the nape of his neck. Derek and Beckett widen their eyes, watching Peter's eyes glow, but Dahlia just tenses, subconsciously moving a hand to the back of her own neck and glances over at Beckett.