Peter Hale.

     ❝I didn’t ask if you had money.❞ Peter replied with a smile when he heard her stomach growl. ❝I have money, more than enough. Don’t worry about it.❞ He wasn’t familiar with the layout of this particular mall, but Peter could smell Chinese as he headed out the doors and into the center of the building again. Every mall he’d ever been to had a Chinese joint in the food court. ❝So your aunt and uncle starved you, and you were turned by a bunch of creeps against your will. I’m not going to lie to you kid, seems like you got the shitty end of the stick. Got any good things to share, because now I just feel depressed.❞

     ❝They’re dead, Erica. Kali, Ennis, just about all of them. Ethan is alive, Aiden was killed sometime later after they fell to Omega status. He’s not a threat. I don’t know about Deucalion but apparently Scott beat him into submission after he rose to Alpha status.❞ He stopped and looked her over once more before rolling his eyes. ❝Go home, stop running. There’s no reason to anymore.❞ He waited another moment before he turned and walked towards the door. He didn’t feel welcome there either and walking away had been working so far...

     ❝One, I wasn’t following you I was haunting you. Two, I didn’t kill your friends and other people have done much worse to them than I have. Three, you never complained about that kiss. Not once. And four, I’m sorry for using you. I’m man enough to admit that you deserve that much.❞ Peter sniffed once, though his nose was perfectly clear and he had no reason to. Apologizing for anything made him feel disturbingly moral.

     He thought she might have been a hunter, there was no real way to tell for sure but why else would a demon be tailing her? He hadn’t sensed it until he noticed that he had a tail himself. ❝There’s a dark-haired man in a blue shirt a little ways back, but with this many people around its difficult to be sure. We could split from the pack, see who follows?❞ Not that he could kill a demon himself, he was rather hoping she had that area covered.

     ❝So bossy.❞ Peter smiled in delight as he dug his phone out of his pocket and swiped his password in before he shuffled through his apps. ❝What kind of pizza do you like?❞

     ❝We could, but that would be boring wouldn’t it? All of the exciting places are outside of this trash heap of a country anyway.❞ Peter answered before he picked up a wing and nibbled at it for a moment. ❝There’s a place you’ve always wanted to visit out there somewhere. Name it and we’ll go, it’s not like I’m asking for a contract sighed in blood.❞ He hadn’t asked for anything actually, at least not in return for taking Daniel with him. Peter didn’t like to be alone and the young man was much better company than his friends.

                  ❝ Taking an innocent life takes something from you as well, a bit of your soul… darkening it, dimming the once brilliant, golden yellow to a cold, steel blue… Like mine. ❞

     Considering Peter spoiled his mate on a good day, it should have come to no surprise that he’d pull out all the stops for her birthday. He’d whisked her away to Bora Bora to start, naturally one might assume that would be the last of it. When the morning of her birthday came around Peter prepared her breakfast in bed himself and he had a neatly stacked pile of presents to go with it. ❝Rise and shine princess, you’ve got breakfast, coffee, and presents.❞

     She was tiny but Peter wouldn’t have guessed ninety pounds tiny, he frowned at the news and had the sudden ridiculous urge to feed her. ❝It most certainly isn’t, luckily for you I’m more on the nicer side of the mean sort.❞ Peter replied as he stepped away from the shirts. Thinking about food was making him hungry, Peter knew by now not to avoid his urges. ❝Well since you’re so set on stalking me how about we wander over to the food court? I’m starving, and if you only weigh ninety pounds I think you could use some too. That’s much too skinny for a girl your age, werewolf metabolism or not.❞

We’re all caught up over here. I’m not so much in a sinday mood so I’ll just pop over to one of my other blogs and keep doing drafts while I can.

     ❝You’re not taking either one of my cars, they’re literally one in a hundred. I even spent the extra money to make sure that you couldn’t do so much as open the door. Take Derek’s Camaro. If he didn’t want it used he shouldn’t have left it here.❞

     Peter shook her hand and a chuckled a little at the apology. ❝It’s nothing to worry about, at least you picked a better setting than a dark alley.❞ It would have been but Peter could tell when someone didn’t mean him any harm, he wasn’t going to raise a fuss for no reason. That wasn’t his level of dramatics anyway. ❝He’s not really a friend, and it’s just the one. We’ve known each other for a long time and our families have a history. He’ll pass along the information to people who will help them, not find them and put them down.❞ Peter abandoned the sweaters after not finding a color that met his fussy standards and moved along to a rack of henleys. ❝Was this stalking going anywhere beyond stalking or did you just decide to follow me on a whim?❞

❝No. ...why do you need it?❞