All We Are

Chapter 26

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR SYDNEY VANCE.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

PETER PERSPECTIVE

Peter watched as the two teenagers exited the house, his nephew was even more vulnerable than he first thought- excellent.

He walked in the door to see Derek leaning over a table before turning quickly and sending a shard of glass hurtling Peter's way. Peter caught it just before it embedded itself in his neck. He forgot how over-dramatic Derek could get.

"I expected a slightly warmer welcome after my little present," Peter said twirling the glass in his hands "But, point taken."

Peter walked into the room he could practically taste, Derek's anger- Peter fought the urge to roll his eyes at his nephew's antics. He could smell two other slightly familiar wolves, but the knowledge didn't concern him. The scents weren't fresh so the wolves weren't here at the moment and even if they were so what? If Derek had two more teenage guard dogs, they were of little consequence to him.

"I assume you did get my message?" He asked.

Derek glared at him his jaw clenched.

"Yes." he admitted grudgingly.

Peter smiled. O the fun he was going to have.

"And how is little Charlie doing? Does she still go by Charlie? Lydia always referred to her as Charlotte- Charlotte has a nice ring to it don't you think? She favors her aunt doesn't she?"

"Shut-up"

"Not that you would know, of course, I don't believe you ever met Mila Vujosevic. Then again Mila and Miri could be twins if weren't seven years between the two-" Derek threw something again- the boy had never learned to use his words.

"SHUT UP!"

Enough small talk, now it was time to get down to business.

"Quite a situation you've got yourself in Derek. I mean, I'm out of commission for a few weeks and suddenly there's lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, and you're cooking up werewolves out of every self-esteem deprived adolescent in town."

"What do you want?" Derek growled.

Finally, they were getting somewhere!

"Well, I want to help, you're my nephew. The only relative that I have left. You know there's still a lot that I can teach you" Peter approached and placed a hand on Derek's shoulder.

Derek looked down at the hand, "Sure" Victory, sweet victory! "Let's talk."

The next thing Peter knew he was colliding with the staircase. He should have known better, Derek wasn't fond of touch- unless he was causing bodily harm that is. Peter would have to recalculate the situation.

He coughed throwing his hands up in surrender. "You don't" He had to take a breath "think I actually want to be the Alpha again do you? That wasn't my finest performance considering it ended in my death."

He chanced sitting up, Derek watching warily the whole time. Scott's jittery friend was right, Derek was a Sourwolf.

He was rambling on and on Derek had suddenly grabbed him by the shirt rearing back to punch him again, he had clearly misjudged the situation.

"Okay, you know what? Hit me, HIT ME! I can see that it's cathartic for you. Doling out all the anger and self-loathing that comes with being a total and complete failure." Derek tensed again. "I may be the one taking the beating Derek, but you're the one that's already been beaten. So go ahead, hit me- if it will make you feel better, after all I did say I wanted to help."