I Didn't ask to be a Monster

Chapter Eleven

He sat alone reading in Derek’s Loft. Everyone else was off for a rally meeting at Stiles’ house attempting to further connect the dots of what was happening to Beacon Hills after the trio recharged the Nemeton.

Peter considered the “McCall Pack” to be extremely stupid, save one.  They all blindly followed an inexperienced Alpha into this new battle, even Derek was now on the bandwagon. He told Scott that he needed to be the protector of the town.

That thought only made Peter laugh.

 Right now Scott couldn’t be anything except a scared pup. He had too many inner demons he was dealing with and he was far too young. Peter only wished that he had a few more years of full experience on him to which then, maybe then, Peter would consider joining the McCall Pack.

Not all of them were ill experienced. Lydia was the smartest one by far of that entire hormonal group. She should be the one to lead them if there was to be any leading done.

Peter smirked.

He could see his Lydia being a leader. She would have everyone bowing down and kissing her Jimmy Choo’s. “Now that is a leader for you.” He whispered to himself.

All the lights in Derek’s loft flickered, almost like a small power surge.

Peter’s eyes rose to the top of his lids, an eyebrow raised in question but his face relaxed after he dismissed it as nothing.

Thirty seconds later all the lights began to power off one by one.

Peter put his bookmark in place and set the book to his side.

Cautiously he stood, listening intently at the same time to any noises in the room.

There were no noises, but there was a figure.

A demonic trickster spirit, this devious little bastard wanted to play with the biggest Trickster of Beacon Hills.

He could see a shape in the corner of his eye but as he went to look with full gaze the shape sank back into the deep black.

His electric blue eyes darted around the room quickly and carefully studying every shadow. Anything was bound to move and possibly attack him.

He was dead terrified.

 A smirk attempted to cross his face as he thought, "Peter Hale is getting spooked by some shadows."

But these were no ordinary shadows he knew that much.

Peter had been trying to reconcile with himself over his past deeds and misfortunes.

Now that he was with Lydia he wanted to better himself. He promised her that he would do anything it took to prove to her that he was a changed wolf. Changed in the murdering sense but not necessarily in the manipulative sense but one can only work on a single miracle at a time.

He would always be true to her and her alone. Lydia was his heart and he wanted to protect that. She was the only one he could ever love in his entire life.

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He felt something behind him.

He turned. There was nothing.

He went to step forward towards the door but something held his footing in place. He couldn't move. He tried to wolf out in hopes to overpower but he was unable.

Suddenly in front of him stood a beast: a raging, hell bent, red eyed Alpha beast.

Before him stood, himself. His former self that he promised to never be again.

That beast consumed every inch and piece if his soul when it brought him back to life all those years ago.

He was a literal slave to it until he was burned alive again and then killed by his nephew.

The one thing he was able to do right before this as his personal contingency plan was to connect himself with Lydia.

The Alpha beast had no idea what exactly she was at the time he bit her. But the real Peter knew that Lydia would not turn into a wolf after being bitten. No she would serve as key part in bringing him back to life. Which she did with absolute finesse. The one thing he didn’t count on though during that whole time was falling in love with this beautiful and intelligent Banshee.

He fell to the floor paralyzed. Unable to move.

However his voice still worked. And right now he was going to assume the role of his beloved and scream.

"LLLYYDDIIAAAAAAA." His voice roared and echoed through the entire building and outward into the cold air.