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The whole house shook.
Books fell off the shelves, the furniture shifted.
Cora, Spencer and Talia reached out to the nearest surface to try to balance themselves.
Peter was braced inside a door frame.
Glass could be heard shattering on the tiles in the kitchen.
Loud booms sounded as trees in the backyard fell over.
It lasted for a couple minutes but the damage was done.
“What the hell is going on,” Walter stumbled down the stairs, holding a crying wolfed out baby.
“Yeah, that was the third quake this week,” Stella added as she came in from the kitchen.
Red stains on her healed arms from the falling glasses.
The household broke out into debates.
Climate change.
Witches.
Trolls.
But Peter didn’t partake, he quietly slipped away.
##
First it started with fires. Acres burnt.
Only to be put out by torrential downpours which turned to deathly flooding.
But that wasn’t the weirdest thing.
Thousands of cicadas came out early. Thousands of them reeking havoc throughout the lands.
It was hitting the West Coast.
Peter had a hunch.
###
He was deep in the Hale vaults. The strongest mostly impenetrable wards.
They were mostly forgotten. An afterthought.
Why come here when almost everything is available with technology?
He sneezed as he used his hip to dislodge a door as years worth of dust became disturbed.
There was something slipping in the shadows of his brain.
Like when a word is on the tip of your tongue.
He huffed and laid the large ancient tome down. His answers weren’t in it. With a glance around the old library, stating further back than even his own pack.
He rubbed his blurry eyes.
He’d come back soon to continue.
###
Series of havoc continued.
A tornado and another earthquake happened simultaneously. Followed by humidity and no rain in sight.
He refused to help with cleanup— he was the only one who was seriously looking for an answer.
Scientists were focused on facts. End-of-worlders were protesting and marching.
Then after scrolling through hundreds of ancient books he had a hint.
He threw his head back with a big sigh.
Then it hit him. The answer— it was there the whole time.
He knew he should have paid closer attention to that idiot husband of his daughter’s.
But frankly, he barely tolerated him.
###
“Where is that idiot husband of yours?” Peter barged in as his daughter, Malia opened the door.
She shrugged and moved her baby from one arm to the other.
Peter got a soft smile and leaned down to kiss his grandson on top of the head.
Thank goodness the Hale genes are strong.
“What did he do this time,” his daughter always practically asked as they walked further into the house and into the living room.
Scott was playing on his XBOX without a care in the world. Peter sneered.
“I am going kill him,” he growled.
Scott was a poor excuse of a wolf— didn’t even realize his life was in danger and was startled when Peter gripped his arm.
“Oh, hi Peter,” Scott smiled. “It’s been a while. How have you been?”
Peter took a few labored breaths.
Malia came over after putting the baby down in their bassinet.
“Dad, what are you referring to,” She stated.
Peter huffed and collected himself.
“That treasure he found a few months ago,” Peter gritted put.
Scott had sent a photo of holding it in front of him and his son holding the item.
“Oh, on Halloways rocks yeah man,” Scott beamed and pointed over to the small ivy on an end table.
Peter cursed and shifted into his beta form out of frustration.
There a rusty colored disc was replacing an ordinary plant tray.
He turned to his daughter, “Did you notice the writing on it?”
Malia shrugged, “I did but it was nothing I recognized so I assumed it was some random round stuff kids did. Liked used rocks to draw lines and circles and such.”
He loved his daughter. But he really needed to hamper down on her training.
Deep breath, “okay.”
It was a topic to save for another day.
“Where did you find it,” Peter asked the idiot wolf.
“Oh it was cool, I was seeing how far up the cliff I could scale, you know which one.”
Peter nodded.
“Well, I was oh say thirty feet up the cliff and found it lodge there. Like Um. A corkscrew. And it was cool so I tugged it and got most of it out.”
Peter removed it from the table. And there was a small
piece missing.
“Did you not think oh, all these catastrophic things started after I removed this,” Peter gritted his teeth.
“Wait, Scott. You told me you found it laying in the sand,” Malia had a death glare on her husband. Good, she can take care of him.
“Why did you even pick this idiot,” Peter groaned.
Even his daughter was smart enough to know now better than that.
“He’s got a big dick and he lets me use it however I want,” Malia shrugged. “Plus, he's got a job with animals.”
Peter huffed. He’s had some one night stands that were more idiotic than Scott… and she knew what she was into.
Scott might be a simpleton but he loved his family and was loyal.
“Okay, I'm confiscating this. And hopefully, if my hunch is right I can fix this all.”
###
The wind was howling and ocean water was splashing him as he climbed the cliff.
He slipped a few times just walking down the beach.
It definitely was getting worse the closer he got.
Using his claws to his advantage he scaled the cliff looking for the broken piece.
The sky was dark above him with grey clouds and then it poured down.
He cursed but he kept going.
The disc was secured to him with a leather harness and duct tape. He wasn’t taking any chances.
After an hour or so, he was cold and soaked to the bone.
“Finally,” he cheered to himself. He found it. It was the size of his palm— lodge deeply in.
As he began to dig it out with his claws, snapping off the tip of one, the earth began to shake again.
“Damnit,” he cursed and clung on the best he could.
There he almost had it.
He yelled as he loosened it and lost his grip. With a stretch of his clawed hand he grabbed the missing piece and fell to the ground. Only having rocks slow his fall down.
He knew he had broken several bones. The snapped sounds were muffled by the rain.
If he weren’t a wolf he would have likely died.
He pressed on. Luckily he fell on his back and not the front— where the disc was secured.
It was vibrating. The closer he brought them together the more they vibrated. Warming up to the touch.
He took a deep breath and hoped he wasn’t making a mistake and clicked them together.
There was a pregnant pause and then the disc lifted up in the air and started to spin.
Faster and faster.
Then it vanished. At the same time the rain stopped. The winds stopped howling.
He was healed.
The clouds left, leaving a bright sunny blue sky.
“Really,” Peter complained. All of that and whatever it was just vanished.
###
A few weeks passed by and it seemed the odd weather had moved on.
There was massive flooding in some areas that were known for droughts. Then far away fires popped up, and it wasn’t just the United States.
No, France was hit hard, almost as hard as California.
Peter paid close attention. Knowing there had to be a connection.
He was surprised when the answer came to him.
###
Months passed and he still had no answer.
Then, an earthquake so large that an entire island in the Mediterranean Sea disappeared.
###
There was a slight drizzle a few days later.
He was in the penthouse, alone, until he wasn’t.
He didn’t smell or hear anyone. Nothing to alert him.
“Nice place,” a male voice came from behind Peter, who was on the couch.
Fangs and claws out, he faced his kitchen.
A young man with a youthful face but amber eyes of ancient wisdom winked at him.
He had a lithe but toned body and his short hair could use some gel to tame it.
He was the most beautiful being he’s ever seen. And he’s met succubus and sirens before.
“Grr,” the stranger faked a growl and imitated claws with his hands at Peter.
He didn’t need to scent him to know the stranger was not threatened at all by Peter.
“Who the fuck are you and how did you get here?” Peter growled.
The stranger spun around and walked past Peter over to his shelf of books. There were a few irreplaceable tomes there.
Peter tried to charge but found himself grounded.
Peter watched closely. The stranger walked as if on air.
He had no distinct scent.
“What are you,” Peter squinted as if he could see better. This was no regular magic user.
The stranger shot his finger guns at him, “Ding! Ding! Ding! Now that is a good question.”
“Why can’t I smell you?” Peter did not like this, his den is his safe space.
“You are safe, Peter. I won’t let anyone bring you harm,” the man winked.
The boy put his back to Peter and leaned down to read to examine an old book, “Aww, I remember this one. It caused quite the controversy back then.”
Peter cocked his head. That book was spelled to preserve itself but must be at least 5,000 years old.
“I think this place will do. Though, if you want, we could get homes around the world if you’d like.”
Peter found himself speechless. An occurrence that hadn’t happened in his life.
“You’re not tied down here are you,” the man strolled and pushed the matching fabric chair toward Peter before plopping down.
Their knees brushing together.
“No, I travel,” Peter replied cautiously.
“Oh, sorry,” he released his scent and Peter gasped at how strong it was, it made him dizzy.
Earth, leather, campfires, and fresh rain.
“It can be overwhelming but I am sure you’ll get us it after sometime.”
Peter opened his mouth to take a deep breath.
“How do you know my name,” He asked.
“Oh, my wolf,” the young man snapped his fingers and Peter grasped at the table they were teleported too.
The lights were dimmed and a candle flickered in the middle of the small table between them. Peter glanced around and listened closely, was that French he heard?
“I found this place while in France,” the young man smirked. He waved a waiter over and fluently conversed with the woman.
A moment later she reappeared with a bottle of red wine.
Peter thanked her in her native tongue. He was fluent but knew a few words.
“Of course, I can fix that problem too. What?” The man titled his head in confusion.
“I’m sorry, it’s like I am missing half the conversation,” Peter took a sip of wine and moaned. It was phenomenal.
“Oh, I have chosen you as my bond mate and your skill set will be beneficial and utilized for what we do,” the man arched his bros at him.
Peter set his cup down and ran his fingers over his face.
“Okay, let’s start over. What’s your name and who are you?”
The stranger laughed and leaned over and bopped Peter on the nose. “I didn’t know my wolf was so funny.”
Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Let’s pretend I’m clueless. Okay?”
“Only for you my sweetums,” the man sat back.
Their food arrived and Peter drooled on how good it looked and smelled. “I don’t have my wallet.”
The handsome man waved his hand, “No worries. It’s already taken care of.”
That was the night he met Stiles. Not his real name, as it was unpronounceable and so old it was forgotten.
Stiles was a demi-god, so old— he couldn’t tell Peter how old he truly was.
“When you live this long, age is timeless and limitless,” Stiles explained.
Back when the lands were different and supernatural roamed with gods, goddesses and demons and angels.
Peter was utterly shocked by all he learned.
“But why me,” Peter asked why Stiles chose him.
He was a nobody in comparison to the universe.
“I was trapped in that disc. I was almost freed but stuck. It’s why you people experienced all that extremes, I was trying to dislodge that last piece.”
By now, they were walking side-by-side alongside a river in the same small French town, Stiles had teleported them too.
“Then you, my savior, came. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay but I had to chase down the semi-goddess who locked me in there. But she’s taken care of now. Remember that earthquake that took out that island. Well, that was me.”
Peter nodded along. “Still doesn’t explain why me?”
Stiles tugged him over to a bench.
“Of course I had to research you. I saw,” Stiles made eye contact with him, “I saw what you’ve done for your pack. I’ve seen your soul. You’re perfect. Loyal, manipulative, charming and an asshole. You thrive on learning and gathering knowledge. Knowledge. I have and am willing to share with you— to show you.”
Peter wouldn’t lie to himself. The Demi-god was beautiful. Plus, he always held a secret hope he’d met someone who would stand by his side. To love him.
“I know my love for you will only grow for you,” Stiles reached over and ran his fingers down Peter’s cheek.
“And no, I mean I can read minds but not yours. You deserve your own thoughts, but I can read you well.”
Peter, against it all, believes and trusts him.
Maybe a spell was cast on him but the idea of striking justice and traveling the world with a lover like Stiles, it struck all his boxes.
Stiles brought up Peter’s wrist where a mating bite would go, “So, Peter, will you be mine. And help me fix wrongdoings and serve justice.”
Peter didn’t hesitate and whispered yes.
Fangs pierced his skin and his bond flared to life.
He had no idea what the future held for him but he was for once excited to see where it would lead.