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    Starlord knelt in front of the other man, strapping him into the seat on the Aurora, “If you’re having second thoughts about the whole sex in space thing, I could just take you for a quick spin instead?” Peter was used to the girl in every port cliche but letting someone he cared about on his ship had him nervous as hell.

"So I got two things from my mom; Great taste in music and bad taste in men."

..Okay that didn’t make any sense but there was a point to this aka Peter had needed a new vantage point and so here he was. Up a tree with his camera poised towards the ground, it had taken him the better part of an hour to get the shot lined up and just when the light was hitting it perfectly -

“Hey, you’re blocking my light!”

Peter Charmkov

--Te voy a ser franco-- le dijo a su acompañante --cuando me dijiste que iríamos a ver un partido de fútbol, jamás me imaginé esto--. Miró a su alrededor, el lugar parecía vacío y realmente no comprendía que hacían ahí.

It seems like the entire world is after Kate. The Calaveras and her own brother are hunting her like an animal, wanting to lock her in the very place she's breaking into. She and Peter had a deal, and as much as she hates to admit it, she still needs him to finish what they started. They're nowhere near done yet, and he's no use to her locked up in some supernatural crazy ward. And maybe there's a part of Kate that doesn't want to take the chance of ending up sharing a cell with Peter. She's risking her ass for him, and honestly she can't figure out exactly why she's doing it.

In typical Kate fashion, she storms into Eichen House flashing her guns and claws. She takes out anybody who stands in her way. It's easier than she expects. You'd think a supernatural prison would have a better defense system. Amateurs.

She's bloodied, battered, and sore. Her berserkers are nothing more than a pile of body parts. The pack is closing in on her, but she still keeps desperately fighting. Kate Argent was never meant to go down without a fight. She does ultimately go down, and when she does, it only takes a second before the teenage true alpha has her arms pinned. He's not going to kill her. God, she wishes that he would. That was the plan anyway, and even if she dies, as long as it's by Scott's hand she hasn't failed.

Blood drips down the sides of her mouth. Even as she tells her body to move and fight, it's too exhausted. She sees the hint of yellow in the bullet that Chris reluctantly puts in his gun, and she knows exactly what's coming. There's a defeated laugh that leaves her lips. She was stupid. She was stupid for believing Peter. She was stupid for thinking that they could take down this pack of misfits, for thinking that Peter could really kill Scott. And where was Peter now? Probably dead, just like she was about to be.

There's a groan that leaves Kate's lips as Scott releases his grip on her. She falls to her knees with a smirk on her face. She's not afraid of death, just disappointed in her self for so many reasons. Her arms wrap protectively around her stomach as she looks into the shattered, broken blue eyes of her big brother. "Go ahead, Chris. Put me down like the monster you know I am."

She doesn't have to look at the gun to know that it's aimed right between her eyes. She always figured it would end this way for her, just never that it would come so soon. The click of the gun's safety going off is like a bomb exploding in Kate's ear.

She always thought that she'd face death with open eyes, but her eyes jut closed on their own accord. It seems like an eternity in silence as Kate waits for her death to come. The silence is interrupted by a loud, ear-shattering growl of dominance. Kate's eyes open, her hands still clenching her stomach protectively. Peter stands in front of Kate and his unborn child in full wolf form, his eyes glowing a bright shade of red, ready to defend anyone that would ever dare touch his mate or child.