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Walking into the hospital holding his left arm, Peter easily tracked down Meredith. “Help an old friend?” he questioned, innocent smile on his lips as the werewolf showed her his broken arm. Certain things about the latest event was coming in handy, even if Peter knew he was able to slow down or even stop his healing ability,---at least for him,---his healing had already slowed down considerably for an Alpha.
“I was jogging by our old house and ended up going inside.” He’d been there, at what remained of the Hale House, but not jogging. “Something gave out from under me and I fell off of... well, what’s left of the balcony.” Lie, he’d broke his arm himself to have a practical excuse to converse with his ex that didn’t end in them getting on each other’s nerves. “Can you please fix me?”
Meredith blinked some unsure of where this line of questioning was even coming from. “Well to be honest I’m surprised they haven’t approached you yet. They certainly didn't waste much time after my father. I didn't expect the Council to be upfront with me about everything and they haven’t. They like to compartmentalize a lot. It normally doesn't bother me unless they do something stupid.” Her thoughts went to the previous event and she shook her head becoming somewhat annoyed












