The Hale Pack

Potential

Stiles had the book in his hands searching for anything in it that could help. That was when he came upon a section in the back that made him sit up straight in the bed he'd been resting in.

His eyes read and reread the pages. His heart rate picked up slightly. This could be it. This could be the thing that he'd needed to be strong enough. It was a section on the Nemeton and how emissaries in the past had connected to it in order to boost their power.

It was predating the cutting down on the ancient tree but... it could work. The Nemeton was powerful. Maybe this could work.

"You okay kid?"

Stiles startled and looked up at Peter who was standing in the doorway. "I-I'm fine." He stuttered slightly as he felt a little like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Peter arched a brow at him "Your heart rate picked up and your scent changed. Something you want to share with the class?"

Stiles frowned over at him as he stood up feeling his body aching slightly as he moved. "Well nosy I think I might have found a way to bolster my power."

Peter blinked at him slowly. "And how exactly would you be able to do that?" Peter picked something out from under his nail as he leaned against the door frame.

Stiles held up the book and told him with a bit of a conspiratorial air "I think there is a way to connect myself with the Nemeton and get a b-"

"The same Nemeton that made you sleep walk and nearly freeze to death the first week you were back at the house with us?" Peter stood up from the door frame.

"Okay so that was kind of creepy I give you that but this book talks about how the emissaries of this territory used to connect to it to gain more power. This could be what I need in order to stop the Alpha pack , Peter." Stiles kind of shook the book at Peter as he talked in his normal animated arm flailing way.

Peter arched a brow looking him up and down. "Seems dangerous."

Stiles scoffed with a harsh laugh. "Our entire life is dangerous or haven't you gotten the memo on that one, Peter?"

"That's fair." Peter shrugged. "What does my dearest nephew think of this plan?" His blue eyes zeroed in on Stiles then.

Stiles crossed his arms over his chest and stood taller. "I haven't talked about it with him yet."

Peter left that sentence hang in the air for a bit before he tilted his head slightly. "Are you going to tell him?"

"Of course I am. He's the Alpha." Stiles scoffed again.

Peter's eyes flicked down to Stiles chest as he spoke and then back up to his face. "Right."

Stiles and Peter stood there staring each other down for a few tense moments.

Stiles finally broke and flailed "What?"

Peter just watched him for a moment and then he stepped closer to Stiles. "You are one of the most powerful Sparks I've ever seen. Your potential is quite honestly immeasurable at this time." Peter's eyes tensed narrowing a bit "But pushing yourself so fast is wearing down your human body... If you get too powerful too quickly... you might get hurt. More than a bloody nose or vomiting or fainting kid... I don't want you to hurt yourself for us kid..."

Stiles was about to pipe up with a retort but Peter beat him to the punch.

"But every member of this pack is ready and willing to put themselves in harms way to protect this pack... That might scare my nephew but I see it as an honorable show of loyalty and strength. Just be smart about it kid... and if you need an accomplice... I'm always around." Peter reached out and touched his shoulder very carefully. His hand shook slightly as he did so but it really shocked Stiles.

Peter gave his patented mischievous smirk before heading out of the room then. 

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