The morning sun woke Peter from his sleep, but he felt a jolt of fear go through him when he realized he wasn’t in his bed. He sat up, looking around, senses on high alert. He didbt immediately hear anyone, so he carefully moved from the bed. Barefooted and wearing only a pair of boxers, the teen moved to the closet. He found some clothes, despite how baggy they were, and slipped them on. He pulled on a pair of boots and headed to the door, expecting mountain ash, but finding nothing. Confused, he slipped from the empty apartment and found his way downstairs, jumping minutely at every noise and turning his head to see. Once on the street, he recognized where he was and made a beeline for where he figures he should be. What person kidnapped a beta and then just left them? The loft he’d woken up in wasn’t anywhere near Chris’ house, so he hadn’t slept walk. He was torn as he thought of the hunter.
Of course, the inquiry was matched with the reminder that his father was Anthony fucking Hale, and he was probably in for another ‘lesson’ for missing…whatever it was he missed. He made quick work of the streets and into the preserve, finding his way to….a pile of rubble. The teen stopped, looking around. “What the…?” The question died as a sudden fear enveloped him; one not for himself. “Chris.”
