Summary: Peter needs his revenge. But for that, he can't be under constant surveillance. And so he comes up with a plan to distract Derek and Stiles with each other. Things go as expected, and then they don't.
AKA That one where Peter makes everyone's lives a little better completely by accident.
Notes: This is something different, Peter’s POV, post S2, it starts a little bit morbidly, but Peter in this one is just amazing. The story shows so much about him and I really love how he is changing and truly becoming pack. Sterek is slow, almost pre-slash, but it’s great and if you like Peter this is a must read! - K
By the time he made it back downstairs, Sheriff Stilinski was settled in the loveseat that Peter had vacated. “Wait, slow down. If it wasn’t any of you, then who was the one doing the killing then?”
Oh, goody, that part of the past few months. Refusing to let his footsteps stutter, Peter swallowed hard and set the whiskey on the coffee table slightly too hard. Before he could interject some flip response about how it had been him, Stiles continued on. “Rogue Alpha werewolf. He was completely out of his gourd crazy and was after hunters. He died that night, though, so nothing to worry about.”
Straightening, Peter’s head whipped around to stare at Stiles, whose gaze was focused on his father rather than him. But his heartbeat had stayed completely steady, even in the face of something that should have been a plenty bold enough lie for Peter to hear it. A glance at the rest of the Pack showed that none of them looked like they disagreed, or even thought the statement was odd.
Peter slipped into the kitchen and took his time getting the glasses. This time his stalling was for a different reason.
