Beacon Hills Animal Clinic

3rd Persone P.O.V- The drive to the clinic was about twenty minutes shorter than usual as Peter may or may not have broken every law of the road just to save the human that's become a very big part of his life and sparked the light within his cold dead heart.

Deaton- Hearing the bell of the front door jingle, I glance up at the clock and take note of the late hour. Walking out front, I eye the familiar wolf wearily. "Can I help you?"

Peter- Standing with Stiles nearly dead in my arms, I give our emmisarry a rather pleading look. (Whimpers) "Please, save him."

Deaton- Finally noticing the pale and limp body of the normally hyperactive teen, my eyes widen in fear. (Nods) Opening the gate. "Quickly, bring him back." The temperamental wolf rushes past with the teen as I closely follow behind. "Lay him on the table." Grabbing for a bag of medical supplies and my stethoscope. "What happened?" I glance up momentarily and see the wolf's eyes glowing a bright blue. "Peter?" Taking a moments pause in what I'm doing accessing the wolfs eyes seeing adoration, pain and fear. "Tell me everything." I listen to the wolf intently as I check the boys vitals.

Peter- Reaching up as I twist my fingers into my hair and pull. (Growls) "Scott, he kicked Stiles out of the pack and unintentually broke pack bonds."

Deaton- (Frowns Deeply) Walking over to the cabinet at the far side of the room, I open it and quickly search the shelves.

Peter- Pacing the length of the table, I eye the emissary wearily. "What is that?" I gesture to the vial in his hand that contains some kind of thick liquid that's dark purple in color.

Deaton- Holding up the vial as I uncork it. "Very rarilry is anyone kicked out of a pack, when they are their bonds are still intact and slowly fade over time or are immediately replaced by new pack bonds. Now humans in a pack are rare, but it does happen and they are never kicked out no matter the circumstance as they make the pack stronger and have a higher ranking then an Omega, even Beta. Humans are actually considered Luna's." Standing beside the table where the teen lays, I gently hold the boys head tilting it back. "When a human is kicked out of a pack they become emotionally unstable, but will live and relearn to carry on with their lives. Now when the pack bonds snap as well it is excruciatingly painful and takes not just a physical and emotional toll, but also a mental toll and this is when the human will seek death." Pressing the vial to blue lips, I tip it as the liquid makes it way down the boys throat. "Peter, I need to know. Scott is Alpha to the McCall Pack, Derek is Alpha to the Hale Pack, two separate packs that have combined. Scott isn't Alpha to both, just half. Did Derek kick him out as well?"

Peter- Quickly shaking my head. "No, just Scott."

Deaton- (Nods Understandingly) "As painful as it is to have pack bonds break with the McCall Pack, he is still bonded to the Hale Pack..." Pausing briefly as I eye the wolf. "I don't think Alpha Hale would break pack bonds with the pack human knowing why a human to the pack is so important."

Peter- The emissary's words sink in as I look at my human, practically radiating relief. "No he wouldn't and I know for a fact that Derek is really pissed and I'm positive he is kicking the living shit out of the young Alpha right now." I was losing control more and more, in a last ditch effort to keep a handle on myself I dig my claws deep into my wrists drawing blood. (Whines Pitifully)

Deaton- (Huffs Amusedly) "Normally I'd be against such a thing, but that boy deserves learning the hard way." I finish checking Stiles vitals again and he's regaining life quicker than I'd thought he would, hearing Peter's rather pitiful whine I glance up to see he's got his claws dug into his wrists and blood falling to my floor. (Sighs Heavily) "Come here, Peter." Gesturing for him to sit in my chair, I grab some supplies and clean the wounds on his wrists. "You don't need to mutilate yourself."

Peter- (Growls) The emissary had balls as he kneeled down to my level, just to clean my bleeding wounds. "I'm losing control..." Within minutes, my features have changed as my eyes burned brighter.

Deaton- (Chuckles) "I've seen you in this form plenty of times Peter. It's okay to lose control every once in awhile, your emotions have gotten the best of you." (Smiles Encouragingly) "I think you need to change your Anchor." Gesturing to the boy on the table. "I think someone has your heartstrings in knots."

Peter- Glancing from the eccentric man, to the table where my human lays. (Hums Softly) Closing my eyes as I focus on him and anchor myself, I feel myself phase back.

Deaton- Peter shifts back and heals himself a lot faster. "Very good." Straightening myself as I stand up, turning to face the table my eyes widen to saucers as I take in the teen before us. "Well we've got much bigger problems than Scott."

Peter- Looking around the emissary from where I sit, Stiles is at the edge of the table staring us both down. He's much livelier than when I brought him in and his eyes, they are actually glowing and are absolutely otherworldly. "Why is his eyes glowing a molten gold?"

Deaton- (Smirks Coyly) "He's a Spark." I've come to believe my protege has made the biggest mistake of his life as Stiles is a very powerful magical being and belongs to one of the worlds most notorious and untouchable packs.