#peterstarter

“When it is colder than fucking Alaska you KNOW there is a damn problem.” Peter mumbled, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around himself. “Why is there no damn heating in this place?” he asked rhetorically. “Don’t answer that, please I am in no mood for back talk today. No, no, and nope.”

“Look I get that it’s a little unconventional, but I didn’t know you were going to be my teacher before hand. Nothing’s changed, you knew I was younger than you so I don’t see what the big deal is,” Peter tried to rationalize with the older male reaching out to touch his arm.

"You are a pain in the ass, you know that Stiles? Never in my life have I ever wanted to rip someone apart as much as I did today - And believe me I want to rip people apart on a daily basis - and you were doing it on purpose." The werewolf gave his mate look as they sat down in his loft and spoke of the events that day.

"So, you want me to go shopping with you?" He said to the girl in front of him. She didn't normally ask him this a whole lot but he guess he could go with her.

Peter checked his lip. Nope, no blood. He let out a smile. "I'm fine. But that guy sure has an arm on him."