Value Me
"Derek put a shirt on there's children present." There wasn't, but Isaac could show up at any minute, when Allison turned her back and he god bored or waiting, wagging his tail.
"Talk Derek, you're glaring won't make the window tell you any answers," He said, coming to stand next to Derek, who was either glaring at the window or glaring beyond the glass.
"Why are you here?" Derek, eloquent as ever, replied, turning his glum, yet angry - always angry - expression toward him.
"I'm here to help," Peter simply answered, being honest for once, not that Derek knew that. "Alpha packs, Darach, true Alpha...how can a man resist..." He purred, grinning then sighing; Derek was so damn glum.
"And what about after? Will you sacrifice us to come out this alive?" Derek grunted - it would have been asked aggressively if Derek had have moved his jaw more. Peter sighed, rolling his eyes. "I was crazy Derek. Death has a way of clearing the mind. I'm back now, here to help protect what little family I have left." Peter said, turning and walking back to his perch at the top of the stairs. "The family that left me behind to burn, I might add."