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?"