Argent Mansion

Peter- Pulling up to the front doors, I put the car into park and give the key a turn, shutting it off. (Sighs Heavily) "Just..." (Groans) "Please, wait here."

Stiles- (Raises Eyebrow Inquiringly) I watch the older wolf, slowly climb from the car as he makes his way around it standing in front of where I am seated as if to hide me. (Frowns)

Chris- Having heard the roar of the all to familiar car, I bounce to my feet and bolt out the door my gun in hand. (Hisses) "Get lost Hale!"

Peter- Seeing, Chris stand there gun aimed at my chest with tears in his eyes practically broke my heart. "Chris, I need your help."

Chris- (Scuffs) "With, what now?"

Peter- Chris goes off on one of his tangents and I let him as it is plain to see, that he needed to vent.

Chris- Getting myself together as I holster my gun. (Sighs Heavily) "I've done more than enough to help you. I lost my father, my wife and even my own daughter wants nothing to do with me." Taking a deep breath, I slowly let it out. "It's been a year Peter. This family, this pack is a fucking mess."

Peter- Seeing the hunter, settle down enough to put the weapon away. I step to the side and open the door. "You can come out now sweetness." Turning back to Chris, who was pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "I'm here because of Stiles. I need your help to protect her."

Chris- Hearing Peter, utter the Stilinski boys name made my hair stand on end. (Sneers) "That boy was nearly killed because he had gotten way too comfortable with a pack of wolves." Turning in Peter's direction, what he says fully sinks in as the words I was about to say gets caught in my throat. "Peter?"

Peter- (Hums) "It's Stiles, Chris."

Chris- My eyes widen as I take in every inch of the young female. (Stutters) "What? How? When? Who?"

Peter- (Signs Heavily) "It's a long story."

Chris- Opening the door as I gesture for the two, to come in. "I have time."

Peter- (Rolls Eyes) I lead Stiles in and to the living room.

Chris- Once all of us are comfortable. "Well?"

Stiles- Biting my lower lip, rather nervous. (Sighs Softly) "I remember...everything." Tears begin to fall as I quickly wipe them away. (Sniffles) "It was four months of pure hell as I watched blood be spilled by my hands."

Chris- The look that graces the girls face, is unnerving.

Peter- My eyes widen. "You remember..."

Stiles- (Cries) "I remember attacking members of the pack. I remember killing my own father. I remember giving consent to Derek as I was being forcibly restrained to a stretcher by Melissa. I remember the blazing pain of the ritual to bind the Trickster Spirit as well as the bite, before a sword was shoved through my chest." Pausing for a moment as I get my thoughts together. "I caused so much death and destruction." (Shakes Head) "I completely understand why, the pack will more than likely never forgive me. I don't deserve it, not after what I've done."

Peter- (Whines) "It is not your fault and no one blames you." I gently rest my hand between the girls shoulders as I rub in soothing circles.

Chris- No one thought to take a moment and see the shit show through Stiles eyes. He, well she had gone through literal hell. "What exactly, brought you to my doorstep?"

Stiles- (Stutters) "Deaton, sent us."

Chris- She suddenly looks up and her eyes are glowing a dazzling purple. (Mutters) "Shit."

Peter- Both Stiles and I were startled, when Chris suddenly bounced to his feet. "Chris?"

Chris- Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, I walk over and kneel in front of the girl. "Did Deaton check her over?"

Peter- (Hums and Nods) "Every inch."

Chris- I can tell by Peter's tone, that he was far from enthused about the thorough examination. "Did he see this?" Reaching up as I brush the girls hair out of the way, revealing a mark behind her right ear.

Peter- (Frowns and Shakes Head) "No and if he had seen it, he never said anything."

Chris- (Frowns) "By law and rule, he can't say anything. That is the mark of the forsaken, a mark only given to those who were betrayed."

Peter- My eyes widen to the size of saucers. "She's been marked to deliver Justice."

Chris- Before either of them can say anything, I bounce to my feet once more as I quickly grab my go-bag and a few extra things. "We need to go, now." Making sure to have everything, I push the two out the front door as I lock it up behind me. "Once we are underground, we'll be safe and I can explain things in more detail."

Peter- I knew better than to question the hunter, when he got like this. He gets into his truck, while Stiles and I get into the car. (Mutters) "Dammit Deaton."

Stiles- (Huffs Softly) "Just released after a year of much needed time away and I still seem to be making your lives all sorts of fucked up."

Peter- Burning rubber as we peel out of the driveway and head off in the direction of the setting sun. (Hums Coyly) "We wouldn't want it any other way as our lives would be boring without you in it."