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Peter froze for a second and quickly closed his notebook before just throwing it across the room. "Uh nothing, why?What are you doing? " He tried to act casual but he failed.

- - Sanders turned his keys, the van hissed “please…” he breathed praying that it would start, but nothing. The van had taken him across the country and now it was angry at the abuse- or at least the battery was. He lowered his head on to the steering wheel and sighed loudly, he didn’t want to spend it on his. He left the driver’s seat making his way to the back of the van unlocking his emergency fund for times like these. The van needed a new battery and he pulled out the money putting into his pocket.  He sighed, he’d have to take a job somehow or maybe he’d get lucky and get a commission. He shook his head, this was a problem for later. 

- - “Come Luna,” he called to the sleeping Samoyed on the bed he put a leash on her and adjusted her ‘service dog’ vest. “Let’s go eat,” he said to her leading out of the van, “eat then let’s get that battery.” They exited the black van and walked to nearest diner, he sat himself down at the nearest table Luna settling down underneath the table close to his legs. 

Once Theo turned to her Tara knew exactly who was in the morgue. She was another werewolf who helped Scott against the last of Monroe’s army.

Tara glares at Theo and tried to remain calm since Scott encouraged everyone to forgive Theo and move on from what he did. She crossed her arms and stepped closer to him

“Why are you here?” She said calmly as she looked up at the taller man

   – The whole situation made the chimera pretty unsure of everything, and he felt more confused than ever. How did he end up here? Why?