Mismatched (Peter Hale)

Chapter 7

3x06

I sit on the steps outside of the house stewing in my thoughts, my long lists of worry and guilt flooding through me.

"I can smell your emotions a mile away." The familiar, sarcastic voice of Peter hale reveals.

"I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm Peter. So say what you want and leave." I tell him.

"Last I heard, you fell down 5 floors with Derek and Ennis." He says, taking a seat next to me.

"Have you heard from Derek? Is he okay?" I ask, looking at him with tear filled eyes, but he shakes his head. "This day can't get worse."

"You're nervous, guilty and worried." He reveals. "And i know that's not because i'm here." He jokes, using the same charm as he did in the basement of his house.

"And you're worried." I reply. "But it's very hidden and you're angry at yourself."

"How'd you know that?" He frowns and sniffs the air, detecting my non human scent. "You're a werewolf."

"Deucalion did it at the abandoned mall when he was picking up Ennis." I told him, not looking up at him and not caring that my heart rate increased when I said Ennis's name. Memories of this afternoon plaguing my thoughts.

"That's not it though. Is it?" He asks, not in a taunting or a sarcastic way, in a genuinely curious tone.

"It's all I can deal with." I tell him, with a sigh. "Now, can you help get my mind off it?" I ask and he stays silent for a while, pondering his next words.

"I blamed you." He told me.

"For what?" I frown, turning my body to look at him and gazing into his baby blue eyes.

"The fire." He clarifies. "I thought you told your family about Talia kidnapping you and they wanted revenge."

"I never told anyone." I say, you could tell he was listening to my heart to see if the pace changed. When it didn't he let out a sigh. "When i was let go, i went home, packed up my things and left."

"And what brought you back?" He asks.

"My Dad." I tell him. "He hadn't made any effort to phone me in 8 years, but when he finally saw things from my perspective, he called me."

"Show me your eyes." He tells me, as if he's figured out what could be worse than being a werewolf. "That's why you're scared, they're blue, aren't they?" He asks, standing up and pulling me up in front of him. He grasps my head in his hands and looks into my eyes intently. "They're like mine." He mutters and flashes me his blue eyes. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes the same, but it was like something overpowered me, and my eyes glowed red. When our wolf eyes meet, it seems as if time has stopped. Inside my head I saw flashes, flashes of someone's life, someone who wasn't me. I felt as if I was re-living everything they went through, the fire, the comatose, Peter's death. Everything. We snap out of whatever that was and back away.

"What was that?" I ask breathlessly, Peter looks confused and focuses on his thoughts rather than answering my question.

"Gerard abused you?" He asks me, my eyes widen. How could he know that? Unless he went through the same thing I just went through.

"Wha- how did you-" I stammer.

"I saw your life, from your perspective." He says under his breath confused, but I hear him. "Was that why you didn't try to escape? Because you would have had to go to Gerard?" He asks.

"Why did i see your life?" I ask him, changing the subject.

"I don't know." He sternly replies.