At Least I Have Nothing

[velveteenwolf]

Who: Peter Rumancek, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, and Brigid Finn
What: Introducing the new wolf to the rest of the Pack.
When: Day 122 after this thread.
Where: The Pack suite.
Warnings: None that I can think of?


He follows Brigid, but he doesn't trust her. Not out of any specific affront, but because when you've literally lost everything in your life that matters, everything is a minefield and everything hurts. Because she's a werewolf and his whole life there's been that knowledge that no pack would have him. Forever an outsider. He'd told her as much; Peter was never the sort to pass himself off as anything else. A dirty gypsy, used their word, their insult for the Romani people.

He's broken. He doesn't say it. He pretends he's not, he smiles at her as best as he can, but he's lost everything. And maybe that's why he follows her anyway. He's got no one, nothing, but he almost did. A family, something that he might have even called a pack. Roman, Letha, a child that wasn't his but that he would have treated like his own. They all would have. It could have been good. Losing it just hurts that much more, and he lets himself follow for lack of direction.

He's sure this is going to hurt, in the end. Because people hurt, and even if she's a werewolf, he doesn't even trust in himself enough to believe in an end to the pain. He just gets people hurt.

He wavers in the doorway as he follows after the redhead, shifting like he's not sure he should really be here. He doesn't belong; he's an outsider, he doesn't belong anywhere.

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[packpapa]

After being sent home to returning a few months later and waking in the tunnels to find everything here is different, Derek is exhausted, physically and emotionally, and even with his abilities now having found their back to him, he's still not quite up to full strength, which is keeping him on full alert and more edgy than usual.

He catches the scent before the man appears in the doorway behind Brigid, and he frowns at him, standing to attention, rigid and wary, and ready to lunge. He can tell that he isn't quite human; he's got the scent of a werewolf, but it's different somehow, not quite right.

He eyes him up and down, but he doesn't appear to be posing any threat.

"Who are you?" It's blunt, straight to the point, and not exactly friendly. He glances over to Brigid and back, stepping closer, as if to put himself between the strange wolf and the makeshift pack he has here.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid licks her lips, her hand gripping the cane. She straightens her spine and looks at the Alpha that has, well, almost adopted her. "His name is Peter." She says softly. "Peter, this is Derek, the Alpha." She looks between the two, taking a subtle step out of the way. She does it unconsciously.

"He... he doesn't have anyone else." She whispers. "I just thought..." Brigid's eyes flash blue as she lowers her head in submission. "No wolf should be alone." It's cautious and soft. But she knows what it's like not to have anyone, to be lost... she doesn't want anyone else to feel like that.

Brigid's eyes flick between the two again, before looking at Derek. "I'm sorry if I overstepped."

[packpapa]

Peter. Peter. Of all the names. But he bares no resemblance to his uncle, which is nothing short of a relief, and he certainly doesn't carry a scent that taunts him of a family he no longer has.

He looks to Brigid as she introduces him, but not before scanning Peter up and down, watching him with an intense scrutinising look.

He draws in a heavy breath and heaves a sigh, no doubt much more dramatic than he aims for, but some of the tension trickles away with it.

"It's fine," he assures her, even if he sounds as unsure as he feels. He doesn't exactly plan on dating him, though, so the likelihood of him turning out to be evil is doubtful. Right? But he's still wary of other werewolves, especially with the alpha pack waiting for him back in Beacon Hills. "Do you have yourself under control?"

[velveteenwolf]

Peter backs down almost immediately, at that first flare of aggression from Derek. It's in the way his shoulders curl and his eyes dart to the ground. No challenge, no threat here. He's maybe not harmless, but he's not a threat. He shifts a little under the intensity of the gaze, reaching up and raking fingers through his hair.

"Uh, I guess."

Brigid had made it sound like control meant something different to Derek than it had to Nicolai. And the thing was that Peter didn't really know. He'd never really been put in that situation. But for the few months they'd had together he'd understood that you didn't tame the wolf that clawed inside him with every beat of his heart. You worked with it, you understood it, but sometimes it was still faster.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid swallows, lowering her eyes. She knows she'd overstepped, but wolves are important and they need to stick together. There's so much here they don't understand. And so much that could have consequences that they don't know about yet.

"It can't be long until the full moon." Brigid suggests. "Between the two of us, we should be able to keep him contained if he doesn't." Brigid looks at Derek. She doesn't want to suggest that they call on the angels, but they can if they absolutely need to.