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"Hello there huntsman." Apollo jumped, his eyes widening as he came face to face with the monster he saw in his nightmares. "You're dead." Apollo whispered shakily, wincing at Peter Hale's smirk. "I was. Thanks to our redheaded friend I've been," Peter paused dramatically, taking a deep breath. "Resurrected." "Funny Peter, if I knew any better I'd say you're obsessed with me. Coming here of all places." Apollo forced a smirk on his lips, despite the anxiousness he felt in his chest. Peter smirked taking a step closer to the stiff boy. Apollo flinched as Peter ran a finger over the small scar on his head, the scar the wolf had caused. "There's something about you Argent, your-" Peter paused again inhaling deeply. "Scent." Peter emphasized the word, Apollo gritting his teeth as he glared. "What? You have some weird fetish so you decide to stalk me?" Apollo forced a sarcastic chuckle. "I'm mourning my mother-" "No you're not. You hated her almost as much as Derek hated Kate." Peter snorted, pacing around Apollo's room. "Can you just get to the point of why your here?" Apollo spat, finally becoming irritated with the man. "You're something Apollo," Peter growled, taking the boy's jaw in his hand while the other ran across his cheek bones. "You're not a wolf or a kanima, but you're something." Peter breathed out, Apollo flinching away. "Have a fun mourning huntsman." Peter grinned. With a blink the former alpha disappeared. Leaving Apollo to find it in himself to stop shaking and be thankful the wolf didn't decide to put him in a hospital bed once again.
