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Date & Time: January 15th, day and night
Location: … Places ...
Characters: Teen Wolf cast + Peter Rumancek
Summary: It’s the full moon and there are a couple out of control werewolves.
Warnings: Werewolf business, up to and including violence and moon-induced assholery.

[basically there will be a set of headers within.]

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Oh, I think you do. I think you need my help more than you'd like to admit.

[he holds out his fingers, spiked nails appearing. he regards the whole situation casually, his heartbeat steady. there's no fear, no apprehension and no hesitation. of course, there hardly ever is with him. there's unwant, but that comes very differently then the other three.]

You're an Alpha now, Scott. You can't go around without a clue as to what you're doing. You know, the norm. It's not gonna work.

I know what I'm doing. [That erratic stutter of his heartbeat is almost immediate. It's amazing, though, how listening to Peter is so similar to listening to Gerard. It irritates him, and his eyes flash red as he looks at him; his fingers flex, but oddly enough, there aren't any nails there. It's like he wants them there, but they haven't come yet.

Scott just barely manages to resist from looking down at them in shock.]

Besides, the last thing I need help from is a murderer. That's the only thing you accomplished as an alpha, Peter. And then you got caught.

Scott Scott Scott, you're forgetting the details of revenge. I got caught, but not before I achieved what I wanted.

[he darts forward while Scott's distracted, slamming into him full force. it's followed by a punch to the gut. it's kind of cathartic, actually, and lucky that he doesn't find himself with enough of his abilities left to cause all the damage that he knew would bring satisfaction.]

If you know, then why haven't you changed?

[He's not quick enough, he's really not quick enough, before Peter's fist slams into his stomach. He doubles over, not able to react, and barely even able to draw upon who he is. He pants, looking at Peter with eyes flashing red, but there's little more than that.]

I'm not supposed to change.

[Peter steps back to pace in front of him, face-forward. he doesn't seem bothered at all with their little tangle.]

Really? You find a way to change or you get beaten to a bloody pulp. Either by me, or by the teenagers that have lost their control during the full moon.

Maybe you should just let go.

You sound like Deucalion right now. [Which isn't meant as a compliment. Let go. Kill. There's a low, disapproving sound in his throat before he draws back a fist and tries to punch Peter.]

Maybe Deucalion had the right idea.

[he rolls his eyes and steps to the side when Scott moves to deck him, grabbing his fist in his hand and pushing him back.]

That's the secret. That's all it is. Let go.

And hurt people.

[There, there he sounds like Scott McCall. He rolls with being pushed back, a low sound escaping from his throat. That lack of control. That desire to hurt Peter.

And yet somehow, he doesn't have his transformation under control. It's almost doing exactly the opposite of what it instinctually would.]

Hurt who? Me?

[he half turns with his arms out as if he's amid some kind of overly-exaggerated eye-roll, but he turns suddenly and throws him a few dangerous punches, putting his weight into it.]

You're really so worried about hurting me?

You. And then who follows you? [Scott barely manages to get the words out, ducking out of the way of the punches haphazardly. His senses are going out of control, but he can't seem to keep himself connected to them, as if there's too much going on.

The only good thing about this being with Peter is that Peter's emotions don't overpower him like an overwhelming force.

That's generally a good thing.]

[good, they're close. closer, anyway. there's a snort of hot air that comes out in a cloud in the cold air. his lower teeth extend and he rolls his shoulders back.]

Then this looks bad for you.

You really think harassing me's gonna help anything, Peter? You weren't much of an alpha in the first place. [Not that Scott had much experience with him trying to be one beyond his vendetta, but his vendetta was enough. Plus, he tried going after his mom. Any good Peter's done is distinctly absent here.]

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