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Peter Hale isn't a total psycho sassy wolf (notatotalpsycho) wrote in sincitylogs,

"You might be the alpha, but you're the faster one," Peter said as he saw the expression on his face. "I won't, Lills. I promise," he whispered softly to her, giving her hand a final gentle squeeze before pulling it away. "I'll be there as quick as I can, and I'll text you when I'm on my way," he stated, casting one last glance towards the two, as if to say 'be careful' before going back outside. Now that he had the kid's scent - as weak as it might have been - he was going to tear apart Vegas looking for him to save his niece's life.

It took him a better part of an hour to track down the hunter, and when he did, it took all of his strength to hold back his wolf as his eyes shone with rage as he pushed the teenager into a back alley.

"Now. I'm going to try to be nice here. You might have heard about me. I'm Peter, Lills' uncle," he started, keeping a firm grip on the boy's shirt as he shoved him against the brick wall. "My family, my nephew's pack, and especially my niece did nothing to you, and still you shot her. So, this can go one of two ways. Either you hand over whatever extra bullets you have on you, because I know you hunters always carry extras, or I'm going to rip your throat out," he growled, threatening the teenager.

Johnny's eyes grew wide, but scoffed at Peter. "Yeah, right. She deserved it. She's a freak! All of you are freaks!" he said flatly, showing no emotion about any of this.

"Go ahead, Johnny. Call me a freak again and you will be dead, I promise you. If you even loved Lills a fraction of how much she said you did, you'd give me whatever extra bullets you have to save her life. Lills still loves you, you know. And I promised her I wouldn't hurt you. But now she's dying because of you, and your so called stupid code!"

The young hunter was torn. He had been raised to hunt and kill things like Lills, but he couldn't help but still feel the rise of guilt from Peter's words. Moving a hand just a little bit, he reached into his back pocket to pull out the gun that he had shot her with - not to shoot at Peter, but to hand over the extra bullets. "Just...just take it. Take the whole thing," he said, pressing it into the other's free hand.

Looking down at the gun, he frowned for a moment before glancing back up at him. "These are all the Wolfsbane tipped bullets you have?" he asked, not wanting to risk the fact that Johnny might have more stashed away in his apartment.

"Yes."

"Good. Oh, and I hope you weren't attached to your gun. You're probably not going to get it back," Peter answered, loosening his grip on the teen's shirt before stashing the device away and calmly taking out his phone, texting Derek that he was on his way back.